A/N: ((Thank you to all those who read my first chapter. I hope you like the second.

As much as I enjoy writing this fic, I'm slightly worried that my characters are a little OOC, especially Sherlock. He's not the easiest character to write. I do like a challenge, though, and hopefully in time I will get better at writing him.

Also, I will probably be posting a couple of chapters a week. It all depends on how much time I have to write something.

Rate and review. :] ))

"Sherlock, you have a guest."

It had been positively quiet until Mrs Hudson had called. The consulting detective had been sat upright in his chair all morning thinking. It was common for him to do that, and would pay no attention whatsoever to those around him when he was in his thought mode, although not always deliberately. Once he was in a train of thought that was it - expect nothing for a good few hours, maybe even days. It was probably the only time he would otherwise remain silent. John had sometimes found it heaven sent, although at times he had been certain that he could hear the cogs ticking and turning in Sherlock's brain.

Hearing Mrs Hudson suddenly brought Sherlock sound. A sigh left his lips. He had been certain that he had not been expecting anyone right this minute. Unless this was a client. Did he have case? He bloody well hoped so. He'd had nothing for a few weeks and boredom was bitch.

"Yoo-hoo." The landlady knocked before pushing the door open further. Behind her was Amy, who was trying to peer into what would be her new accommodation. It wasn't long before she noticed the dark, curly haired man who sat across from them, poised in a position that made him appear as if he had been concentrating on something.

Sherlock had noticed her, too, instantly reading her with just a few looks. That came naturally to him, the deductions, knowing someone's entire life story before actually even speaking to them. Slight disappointment hit him when he realised that she wasn't a client. Well, she wasn't. He just knew. She didn't have the troubled appearance of a client in need of his help. That, plus the suitcase that was at her side was also a clue.

Suddenly, he remembered. Molly had questioned him a few days ago about the vacancy in 221b. She had explained to him about her friend. He had agreed to let her friend move in. To be honest, he would have been perfectly happy on his own but it was hard to keep up with the rent. Even when he got paid for the cases he worked on.

"Your new flatmate has arrived," continued Mrs Hudson.

"Ah, yes." Sherlock rose, extending to his full height.

Amy had noticed the realisation in his tone of voice. Typical bloke, always forgetting. Perhaps she shouldn't be too quick to judge this man, for he seemed smart. Very smart. And he was very, very talk.

"You are Molly's friend. Yes, she informed me you'd be coming. I did not expect you to arrive so soon."

Amy attempted her best smile. "Yeah, I, er, don't like to waste time with these things..."

"Not a problem. Amy Pond, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"Good." He pushed his hand into his trouser pocket, scanning around the room. Papers were scattered all over the desk, almost burying the laptop underneath them. Empty coffee mugs were dotted around carelessly in the strangest of places. The curtains were still closed, making the room look darker than it really was.

"It's a bit of a mess but I'm sure I can straighten things up a bit..." He made an attempt at tidying away old bits of paper.

Amy laughed softly. "It's fine." Turning to Mrs Hudson, she pulled a thick brown envelope from her coat pocket, handing it to her new landlady. "I have rent... I know I was told I didn't need to pay just yet but I feel I should. I might not be able to get a job yet. I hope it's enough to cover a couple of weeks."

Mrs Hudson took one glance at the cash, nodding her head. "It's more than enough, dear."

"Great... Erm, can I see my room?"

"Yes, yes, of course. I will show you to it now. And you, Sherlock, will tidy this place up. Honestly, what am I going to do with you?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. The amount of times Mrs Hudson has nagged at him to keep the flat clean could be written in an entire novel. Tidiness wasn't his strong point, especially when it came to his experiments; something that Amy was bound to discover in time. Since John left, Sherlock had become a bit more lazy in the domestic sense. Not that he had ever not been lazy in that side of things. He wasn't very good at being completely domestic, not with his mind. He missed his friend, yet he tried his hardest not to let on that that was what was up with him. Of course, Mrs Hudson knew. She just did.

It was John's old room that now belonged to Amy. Mrs Hudson had explained everything. The ghastly green wallpaper was back - it seemed to be a common occurrence here.

"Sorry if it's not exactly what you had in mind," began Mrs Hudson, only for Amy to tell her that it was fine, she didn't mind. She honestly didn't. "I placed some flowers in a vase for you, to add some colour. Us women like a splash of colour. And I have cleaned everything for you. I made sure to clean the bedding a few days ago, when I knew you were moving in..."

There was silence for a while. Amy removed her hat, scarf and coat.

"Anyway, I will leave you to sort yourself, if there is anything you need I'll be downstairs. I wouldn't rely on Sherlock to do anything at the moment, he is still upset about John leaving..."

"I'm not upset, Mrs Hudson."

The landlady almost jumped out of skin upon hearing Sherlock. He stood at the door, gaze switching between the two women constantly.

"Oh, Sherlock, don't pretend you don't miss him. You've done nothing but mope around lately."

"I don't mope around and I am fine. I'd be even better if you refrained from talking about me when I'm not around."

"I was only explaining - "

"Please don't. I seriously doubt Amy is interested in my emotions. Haven't you got something better to do? Doesn't your fridge need cleaning?"

With that, Mrs Hudson left, shaking her head, looking hurt. Who could blame her? She should be used to in now, mind

Amy frowned in disapproval and fixed her green eyes upon Sherlock. "You know, you're quite rude."

"Yes," he replied coolly, "and you're rather interesting."