Leila dragged her suitcase along the pavements with John not far behind. She stopped and turned to face the struggling man hidden behind countless cardboard boxes.
"John, leave it to me. You go up, I can do all this by myself." Leila pleaded. John walked passed her and towards the door step of 221b.
"No, we're here now." He answered placing the boxes on the floor and reaching into his pockets and fishing out his keys. He smiled up at Leila. "Oh and if were you, I'd stay clear of Sherlock for a while. Just until I get him to apologise." John spaced out before quietly whispering. "That may take some time." He quickly snapped out of it and placed the keys in the lock and turning them till a distinctive click sounded.
"He kept going on about a 'Mind Palace' what is that?" Leila questioned as she wheeled her suitcase through the door. John rolled his eyes and bent down to the pick the boxes up, a small grunt leaving his lips.
"Just a place he goes to when he wants to think and remember things." John answered as he shuffled through the door and kicking it shut with his foot. He slowly lead the way up the stairs towards the lounge area nearly toppling over three times. Leila's eyes widened when the door swung open, her mouth hung open slightly and she scanned over everything quickly a small smile forming on her face.
"I'm sorry it's a bit messy, oh and don't worry about the skull, Mrs Hudson and I have been trying to persuade him to get rid of it. But he's being stubborn."
"No, you don't need to get rid of it. I like it...in a way." Leila explained placing her case next to the sofa and walking over to the mantel piece where the skull was placed. "In a weird way it's kind of like a centre piece." She laughed and turned back to John. He placed the boxes on the sofa and walked towards another door.
"I'll be back soon, I'll leave you to get acquainted with your new room." John replied, Leila simply smiled before getting easily distracted by the painted yellow smiley face on the wall. John exited the room and entered into a blackened out one. A loud sneeze signalled that he wasn't alone
"Christ Sherlock! Open the damn blinds!" John marched over the blinds, gripping them tightly.
"No John, leave them!" Sherlock's voice cried, John turned to face the direction in which the voice came from. He jumped backwards clutching onto his chest and his heart doubling up in speed.
"JESUS! WHAT'S THAT?" John screamed. "Please Sherlock, don't tell me that's actually a real finger?" john cried, pointing at the detective holding what appeared to be a finger...that was glowing.
"Would it make you feel better if I said it wasn't?" Sherlock answered injecting more stuff into it. John stared at the aluminous finger, his mouth still hanging open.
"No! No it wouldn't! Put it away, what if Mrs Hudson was to come in? She would've had a heart attack if she saw a glow in the dark finger! Oh my god you would've killed Mrs Hudson!" John hissed. "You and your experiments!"
"Is she here?" Sherlock hissed back. glaring at the door. John caught onto what he meant.
"Yes. You better apologise to her. Now, Sherlock." John ordered folding his arms across his chest. Sherlock simply scoffed before returning to his experiment. John once again grabbed hold of the blind and pulled, sending sunlight flooding into the room.
"No! John!" Sherlock complained. "You've ruined it! The chemical won't react now." He threw the finger down on the floor and stared menacingly at his friend.
"Apologise to her, Sherlock." John stated calmly.
"No." Sherlock sulked.
"Sherlock..."
"Why should I? She interrupted me! She should be the one apologising." Sherlock growled, John rubbed his temples.
"It's like living with a bloody child. A bloody annoying child." He whispered to himself. "Just apologise, she's going to be living with us for a while. You just going to ignore her for all that time?"
"Yep, that seems like a good idea..."
"Sherlock?" John growled. Both their eyes locked on each other, silence broke out neither of them moving.
"Fine!" He drawled his eyes narrowing at the doctor. Sherlock stormed around John leaving him standing there dumbstruck. He broke Sherlock Holmes, a wide smile spread over Johns face. Sherlock stopped in his tracks and held his hand up. "Can you hear that?" He whispered to John. John strained his ears and the calm sound of what he would usually hear Sherlock play on his violin...except Sherlock was in the room with him. "She's touching my violin." His voice was a low growl and a vein was pumping horrifically above his left eyebrow. He quickly marched out the bedroom, John racing after him.
"Sherlock, don't do anything stupid." John called out his voice lowering to a quiet whisper when he saw the scene in front of him. Sherlock stood staring down at his violin which he had thrown down carelessly on his chair earlier that morning and back to Leila who was playing on her own violin, her back facing the other two men.
"The way you two are freakily alike is starting to scare even me." John spoke staring at the back of Leila's head. Sherlock silently picked up his violin and started joining in, Leila stopped and slowly turn to face behind her. Sherlock carried on the symphony and walked towards the window, Sherlock gave a small smile hardly recognisable to anyone that wasn't paying attention. Leila smiled back and looked over to John who shrugged in confusion. She picked up and carried on playing with Sherlock. John looked back and forth between these two people, maybe this was Sherlock's way of apologising?