--In a world full of goldfish, I Found You-- A Sherlock X Reader Fanfiction

Intro

A/N: Hey guys, just a disclaimer to say that I will be using the plot lines from BBC Sherlock but will attempt to go mainly off scrict as that is an easier and more interesting way for me to fit (y/n) in. Hope you enjoy!

I've always been different- I've never really fitted in. Not many of the kids at school didn't like me, the adults didn't really either. It took a couple years of lone wandering through empty corridors for me to find what made me really special. It wasn't intellect- my grades were good but not impossible and inhuman.

It was something different, something I didn't know anyone else would understand let alone possess. The ability to read a person's career from their left arm, and the size of their family in their right.

As I got older, I learnt how to make friends. It wasn't many bear in mind, but it was enough, and they were real. My only real friends. But daisy-chain crowns and bathroom chatter have long since passed. I'm an adult now-I feel like a child even saying it like that.

I moved to London to chase my career dreams but all I had seemed to catch so far was some weird strain of the flu that only seems to appear in big cities like this one.

I love it here, but being so far away from my friends, family and home it can get lonely- especially when everyone else looks at the world like their a confused goldfish who can't quite figure out where the airbubbles that emit from their mouths originate from.

Well, I used to think they were all a bit goldfish like in their perceptions, but that was until I met a certain blue eyed man with inky black curls smothering his pale visaje. A man who saw waht I saw and thought like I thought; A man called sherlock holmes.

I should probably introduce myself. I'm y/n. Y/n y/l/n to be precise and y/n y/m/n y/l/n to be exact. I'm....... Well let's get right onto it....

I guess we'll start with September 14th. I was walking down Baker Street to my new apartment, the warm summer air was fleeting and being slowly replaced by the cool grasp of autumn. I upturned the collar of my beige knee length trench coat- my favorite item of clothing.

I passed the semi-nodern houses and speedys sandwich takeaway before reaching the black door with the brass 221b, whilst taking in every inch of my surrounding and assuring I would never forget them. The knocker was slightly askew, you could still see the fingerprints on the metal- someone must of recently got in.

I decided to knock given that I hadn't actually moved in yet.

"Hello dear, y/n is it? Gosh there's been a lot of people in and out today! I've just had two move in upstairs. Do come in dear, it's your home after all!" She greeted me cheerily. I liked that- 'my home'. Not mum's, not dad's, not the universities-mine.

"Hello, its lovely to finally meet you! Yes it is y/n, or y/n/n, I don't really mind!" I replied, spontaneously scanning her figure for anything I could deduce about her. These would be silent deduction bear in mind.

There was a slight difference in the skin texture and tone on her ring finger. She must be divorce. But clothing said widowed. If she was a widow the ring would still play upon her finger, so I naturally came to the conclusion that the husband she disliked passed away aroubd three or four years prior to my visiting.

"Are you alright dear?" She enquired. Oh gosh. I suddenly realised that I had just walked in to her halfway and stared at her for the best part of a minute.

"I'm fine Thankyou, Its just quite overwhelming with this being my first place of my own." I lied with ease.

"Well let's get you settled in then, as I told you over the phone, it's a basement apartment and isn't in great shape but feel free to decorate in whatever way you like to make it feel like your home." There it was again- 'your home' - my home.

She led me down a couple steps to a door marked 221c. I noticed hers said 221a so upstairs had to be 221b. I wondered who my new neighbours were as I stepped into the apartment.

She was right, it was pretty dark and dindgy but I liked it and, more importantly, it was an apartment in Central London that I could afford to pay with my savings until I got a job.

"It's perfect, Thankyou so much Mrs Hudson." I thanked her before hearing footsteps above me.

"That'll be sherlock I expect, I'll leave you to get settled in. Please shout if you need anything, God knows he does." She rolled her eyes as she left room and closed the door being her. Sherlock- I recognised the name but couldn't pin the face. That was unusual for me.

I spent the next couple hours unpacking my items and placing them around the semi-furnished flat. I only stopped when I heard a voice from upstairs- a man's voice. He was shouting for Mrs Hudson who had gone out to the shops around an hour ago. At first I ignored the voice but as he persisted I not only got annoyed, but also worried that something has happened to the mystery man I presumed was sherlock.

I emerged from my apartment and ascended the stairs to the next floor and saw that the door to 221b was wide open and a man was layed on the sofa. A man was inky black hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Excuse me, I heard you calling for Mrs Hudson, she went out an hour ago, are you OK?" I asked hesitantly- not to sure what to make of the situation.

"Hm? Oh, fine, I just need a phone." He answered me.

"I've got a phone." I told him, pulling my mobile out of my Jean pocket.

He didn't answer, but simply walked up to the door and seemed to be examining me- the same way I examined Mrs hudson.

"221c?" He questioned: I nodded.

"What university did you study psychology at? Was it Exeter or Portsmouth?" He asked once again, not breaking eye contact with me as he spoke.

"Exeter. Do you want to use the phone or not?" I returned, leaving him filled with pride at his correct deduction but confused as to why I didn't applaud him.

"Yes, Thankyou..." He replied hesitantly, taking the phone from my hand and slowly turning back into his apartment-I followed.

"What was it like growing up as an only child in the countryside?" He continued to endeavor to impress me.

"It was nice, lots of time to read." I simply responded. Once again, he displayed a baffled look for a mere moment before going back to the screen.

"Why don't you have a phone?" I asked.

"I do, just can't use it for this. Now what about your aunt and uncle, it must have been hard having your close family living so far away in the states." He answered me.

"It's not all that bad, free holiday to NYC each year so who am I to complain?" I told him.

After this statement he put my phone face down on the table and moved closer towards me. It wasn't in an intimidating way, but in a questioning way.

"You're diffferent from the others." He stated.

"I know." I agreed, hiding a smirk at the way he tried to solve this puzzle.

"Most people would be impressed by the quesitons I just asked and the things I knew." He continued.

"Most people aren't y/n y/m/n y/l/n."