A/N:
And here's Chapter 1! I try to stay a few chapters in advance, so I'll update as regularly as I can.
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-Han
one
Two days later
John Watson climbed the stairs to the flat he shared with Sherlock Holmes, slipping off his jacket and hanging it up as he entered. "Sherlock?"
"You have news," his flatmate said by way of greeting, not looking up. He was stretched out on his chair, eyes closed, fingers steepled under his chin.
"Uh... yes, I have." John decided not to question how Sherlock came by this knowledge. "We've got a new neighbor. She just moved into 221c."
"She?" Sherlock opened one eye.
"Yep. She's alone, just came to London - though she's got practically nothing with her. Mrs. Hudson says we should go say hello."
Sherlock sighed. "Must I?"
"Yes, you must," John said, turning back toward the hallway. "She arrived not too long ago, so we can go down now."
Letting out another exaggerated sigh, Sherlock rose and followed John down the stairs.
Amy had just placed her bag down by the window when there was a knock at her door. She groaned softly before fixing a pleasant smile on her face, going to answer it.
There were two men standing there. "Hello," the one in the front said. He was rather short, with tanned skin and blond hair. "We're your new neighbors. I'm John Watson, and this is Sherlock Holmes."
He gave her a friendly smile, but Amy was barely listening. She was too busy staring at the taller, dark-haired man behind him.
"It's you!" she cried.
Sherlock's look of surprise disappeared so quickly, Amy thought she must have imagined it. "The Scottish girl," he observed.
John looked bewildered. "Uh... do you two know each other?"
Sherlock snorted. "Hardly. She bumped into me on the street two nights ago - quite literally, I'm afraid. She seemed to be in a hurry."
"I'm not just 'the Scottish girl'," Amy said, recovering from her shock. She crossed her arms. "My name's Amy. Amy Pond."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Pond," John said, offering her his hand. "If you want, you could come up and have tea with us after you've moved in."
Amy shook his hand, giving him a flirtatious grin. "Just Amy, thanks. And I'd love to. Does tomorrow work for you boys?"
John returned her smile. "Tomorrow it is. 6 o'clock?"
"Sure! I'll see you then," Amy told them, directing another bright smile at Sherlock. He seemed wholly unaffected by it, but that wouldn't deter her in the slightest. "Bye, Sherlock. Bye, John."
"Goodnight, Amy," John replied as he and Sherlock stepped away from the door. Amy waved, closing the door behind them.
"So, were you deducing her?" John asked once he and Sherlock were back in their own flat.
"Some," the detective answered, but that was all he was willing to say on the matter.
John sighed. Sometimes there was no arguing with Sherlock. He figured he'd just have to wait until tomorrow to learn more about the mysterious Amy Pond.