Chapter 2

"Are you sure madam?" My driver asked. "Are you questioning me, your soon to be Queen? Please follow my directions." Being superior to some people was actually quite enjoyable. He mumbled a "yes" and continued on driving.

I had dazed into the world of my cellphone until the driver informed me that we had arrived, "221B Baker Street."

"Thank you. No need to wait, go back to the palace or something. I'll call when I need to be taken back." I waved him off and headed up to the door. Before knocking I took in the flat.

The door was not exactly on the welcoming side, more or less is was dark and private looking. The hollow black of the door was embellished with gold lettering with the description "221B" in a medium print. The surrounding building was brick and dark.

When I knocked, there were some noises from behind the door. An older woman appeared at the threshold with a confused smile on her face. Her smile turned to an extremely shocked face. "Are you the princess?" The woman asked calmly. I nodded unsteadily. Apparently my dark glasses and hood did not hide my appearance very well. At the palace I was wearing a black skirt and a plain white tee since I had no official business to deal with for the day. At least I didn't until all of this happened.

"Please keep quiet. I'm sure you've heard about what happened earlier today, and is rather stay on the down low." She nodded quickly and ushered me in. "I'm dearly sorry for your loss. Why are you here princess?"

"Please, call me Aurora or Rory. Is this the residence of a Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" I asked. This woman must have been his mother or something.

"Sherlock? Yes, his flat is upstairs. I'm Mrs. Hudson, the landlord. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here for Sherlock? He doesn't get many visitors, especially those of the opposite gender." I laughed. Someone as nice as Sherlock not getting any visitors? That's really queer.

"He had questioned me this morning at the crime scene and said that if I needed anything to come here. I didn't know if he had any roommates or someone who could tell him I came." She smiled once again and directed for me to follow her. I did as told and ended easing up the dim staircase.

"Make yourself at home. Be aware that there are a few odd knick-knacks and objects in here. Don't be frightened if you find a severed hand or a human head in the freezer. Sherlock is quite an odd fellow, I'm surprised John can put up with him."

Human body parts? I beginning to question in if I should trust Sherlock. The last sentence caught my attention greatly. John? As in John Watson? As in the sidekick of Sherlock Holmes?

I needed to know. "John?" Mrs. Hudson nodded, "Yes. John Watson. He is Sherlock's flatmate and really the only person he trusts. About a week ago, John left on holiday to get away from the rumors of him and Sherlock."

Though I felt like I was prying, I continued asking. "Rumors? Of what?" A sigh escaped her lips. "Many people who know John and Sherlock, and know how close they are, believe they are... Um... Gay. It is completely untrue, but a lot of people are convinced they are. Listen, I'll be right downstairs if you need anything." A welcoming smile came along with a point down the stairs. "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. I'm not going to stay for very long though."

That woman smiles a lot.

A quiet hum filled the room as I looked around from my seat on the couch. The room was a lot like the whole apartment itself: dark, cluttered, separated. I could see what Mrs. Hudson meant by odd things filling the space.

Thirty minutes had past, so I decided to leave a note and head out. Quickly, I found a piece of scrap paper and a pen and scribbled down a message:

'Hello. I decided to drop by (even if I wasn't expecting you to be at the address). Cluttered and dark... What every person dreams of in a home! Get in contact with me. -Aurora

P.S. Don't think of me as the princess. Just call me Aurora, or Rory, and talk to me like I am one if your friends. I'm on high alert since what occurred this morning.'

My phone number followed the P.S. of the memo and I left the note on the table. He'll see it surely.

I sent a knock on Mrs. Hudson's door on the main floor. She answered and I quickly said my thank you and goodbye. The driver arrived within a minute of me calling him. Now that's good service.

Hopefully Sherlock will get my note. Surely he will.

SHERLOCK POV

Home. Quiet. Nobody to bother me. Finally, home! The police had finished up for the day at the scene. Everyone had filtered out, with the exception of some news reporters. The room with the body was blocked off and the body was taken to the lab for an autopsy and the such.

The minute I opened the door, Mrs. Hudson came up to me. "Sherlock. You had a visitor today," She smirked. "And it was a girl." I remained composed, even if I could already guess who it was. "Interesting. I'm heading up. Have a good night." As soon as Mrs. Hudson had left, I headed upstairs and into my flat.

From what I've recently obtained from Aurora, she's a smart person. A high roll Oxford student who is smart enough to be trusted with ruling a country by herself. She surely left a notice of her company.

Note. A note. Where could she had put it? Note. Aha! The note was on the table. I had expected it to be more hidden and not in plain sight.

"Hello. I decided to drop by (even if I wasn't expecting you to be at the address). Cluttered and dark... What every person dreams of in a home! Get in contact with me. -Aurora

P.S. Don't think of me as the princess. Just call me Aurora, or Rory, and talk to me like I am one if your friends. I'm on high alert since what occurred this morning."

Her writing was exceptionally neat and loopy. I liked looking at it, the delicate hand was soothing to my eyes. My phone was soon in my hand and I was texting away to the given number.

Whilst texting, I continued to glance at the aforementioned note. "I am just one of your friends" kept appearing before my eyes.

Friends? Do I have friends? I have John. And Molly. And I guess Mrs. Hudson. Would they be considered my friends? I am sometimes quite rude to them, I barely notice when I am.

Why would Aurora consider me her friend? I had only given her my address to be nice, right?

My mind was bursting with questions. I declined the idea of contacting her straight away. My brain needed to straighten out. A walk. I would take a nice walk to clear my mind. A nice long walk around late night London.

My attitude is changing, I can feel it.

Author's Note

Sorry if you think the chapter is kind of short. I thought that ending it with Sherlock's thoughts about the change was good.

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