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Pulling the scrap of newspaper from your coat pocket and looked over several times. You had been on the look out for someone looking for flatmate, someone that wouldn't mind you staying up into ungodly hours into the night, and your silent prayers had been answered. You were skimming through the news paper to find that someone on Baker Street was looking for a flatmate.
Though what threw you off was the requirements;
- Mustn't be dull/boring,
- Mustn't have problems with their violin practice at early hours,
- Must be willing to help with experiments,
- Lastly must have some skill of self-defense.
"Stop here, please." You ask the cabbie with a soft smile and pulled out what you owed for the fair. "Keep the change, thank you for driving me here."
"Anytime, sir." The cabbie, man into his late thirties, gave a small laugh and took the money. "Have a nice day."
"Like wise," You beamed as you grabbed your suitcase from the truck and waved the cabbie off. "Oh there's no place like London, let's see it's flat 221b..."
You walked the chilly streets of London, and gave a small chuckle. It had been a long time since you had been in London, about seven or so years actually, and you missed the feel the city gave you. Now you weren't one for bustling cities but something about London gave you ideas and settings for the book you were writing. With your suitcase trailing behind you as you looked at each building for the right address until you spot it and smiled brightly.
It looked very cozy from the outside, hopefully the inside was just as nice, and lightly knocked on the door. After a few moments the door opened to reveal a middle aged woman, she seemed friendly enough, and she gave you a smile that just could warm up anyone's heart.
"Hello there, how may I help you?" She eyed you from head to toe and opened the door wider. "I'm Ms. Hudson, please come in, warm yourself up."
"Thank you for your kindness Ms. Hudson." You smiled as you followed her inside and set you suitcase by the door and you coat on a hook. "I was wondering about the flatmate ad I saw in the paper...is that still open or no?"
"Think nothing of it, dear." Ms. Hudson lead you up a flight of stairs to a cozy and slightly messy flat. "Excuse the mess, he's always in such a hurry that this place is always a mess."
"Oh call me [Name]," You chuckled as you took a seat on the couch and smoothed out your dress shirt, normally weren't one to dress up but you felt like it today. "It's fine, a bit of mess isn't all that bad, balances things out."
"What a charming name for a man like yourself. As for the ad, yes the offer is still open." Ms. Hudson gave a small hum as she handed you a cup of hot tea. "No ones really fit the criteria. He should be back any moment though, so make yourself at home and I'll go fetch you something to snack on."
"Thank you Ms. Hudson and you don't have to get me anything to eat...I'd rather not impose." You looked into the cup with a soft smile, it warmed your chilled hands and smelled heavenly, and take a small sip. "The tea is amazing, what kind is it?"
Thus began the wonderful conversation and friendship with nice older woman, she was just enjoyable to be around. While you were busy chatting with the woman you failed to notice someone else was in the room until you glanced out of the corner of your eye and nearly screamed.
It was a man; curly black hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through, blue eyes that had seen some things, high cheek bones that looked like they could cut diamonds, and there was his lips that were in drawn together in a thin line.
The more you stared at him the more you found yourself smiling, he looked so familiar and you knew that you two had met before, and set your cup of tea on the coffee table as you stand up. You noted how Ms. Hudson was smiling at the man, he must have been the one to put the ad in the paper, and walked over to him with a half smile.
You were taller than him by a good four inches or so, it was different to meet someone even in your range of height, and the more you looked at him the clearer it became who you were staring at.
Sherlock Holmes, a man you hadn't seen in ages, and started to chuckle as memories began filled your mind.
"Well if it isn't Sherlock, been some time since last we saw each other." You offered a hand to the male and glanced at Ms. Hudson. "Thank you for the tea, I adored it and can't wait to talk again."
"Anytime dear, I'll leave you two to talk." Ms. Hudson laughed a little as she exited the flat and shut the door behind her. "Behave you two."
"Have we met?" Sherlock eyed you a little before shaking your hand. "Firm handshake suggests that you work in the high end business."
"Honestly despite being smart you're daft." You snorted a little and shake your head. "It's me, [Full Name], the scrawny awkward kid till we were in high school."
"[Name], you've changed a lot." Sherlock seemed to be having a hard time believing you, a fully grown man that had filled out, were the scrawny kid he had known. "And I'm a consulting detective."
"You have too," You smiled and slung an arm around his shoulder, something you had always done when you two were younger, and rolled your eyes. "I'm sorry, my mistake."
To be continued!