I'm Not Dead, Let's Have Dinner

Chapter One

Once my plane landed in London airport I knew I needed to head straight for his flat before I managed to talk myself out of my whole plan. It had been ages since I had seen him and I had planned on surprising him. Although, being an army doctor he was hard to surprise most of the time.

Grabbing the one small bag that I had I pulled out one of the letters that John had sent me, telling me where he was living now. In that letter he had told me about his new flatmate who was now becoming his best friend. He would tell me all about the crimes they would solve and I made sure to always check my brother's blog.

Hailing a cab I told him to take me to Baker Street as fast as possible. I knew it was about early afternoon and knew my brother would be awake. If it was me I would be snoozing away, not a care in the world towards the time, with my blankets pushed halfway onto the floor, my long ringlet curly hair in a mess sprawled over my pillow.

I smiled to myself thinking about what that probably looked like. I also smiled as we pulled up to a sidewalk in front of a small café, paid the cabby and quickly got out. Now that I was actually here things started getting real and I was starting to get nervous. Maybe I should have told him I was coming, what if they were on a case, what if this was all a bad idea. Quickly I tried shoving those thoughts to the back of my mind, and took a breath, it had been so long since I had seen him.

Finally plucking up the courage to knock on the door I walked up to it, knocking once or twice. Waiting and hearing someone behind the door it finally opened and to my surprise it wasn't John.

"Hello dear, how can I help you?" an elderly lady asked. I assumed the lady was my brother's landlady he always wrote so fondly about, Mrs. Hudson.

"Hi, is John Watson in?" I asked as I readjusted my bag on my shoulder, "He doesn't know I am here to see him. I'm his sister, Rowan, I wanted to surprise him." She told me that he had just left for the shops but let me inside and told me I could wait for him upstairs.

"I didn't know John had another sister," she said as I walked in behind her.

"I was in America," I explained as we made our way up a flight of stairs. Mrs. Hudson didn't pry anymore than that as we reached the landing at the top of the stairs. The door stood open as well as the door leading into the kitchen. Peeking through it quickly as I walked by I saw several different types of scientific equipment and I knew from John letters that that was probably all Sherlock's.

"Sherlock dear, this is Rowan," Mrs. Hudson started but was interrupted.

"John's sister, yes I know," he said, not even looking up from the laptop screen in front of him, "Sound travels an unfortunate distance from the bottom of the stairs." Mrs. Hudson huffed and told me I was more than welcome to stay up there and wait for John to get back.

Walking in and taking a quick glance around the flat taking in as much as I could, I found my way to a chair that sat just before the entrance into the kitchen.

"Is that a friend of yours?" I asked as I noticed a skull on the mantle above the fireplace. Turning around to the skull in question then to me he looked me over and I knew what he was doing.

"I see you and John both are fond of the distasteful jumpers," he said turning back around to his laptop, me looking down at my outfit, "One of the few things you have in common with him despite being adopted." I immediately looked back up at him. I wasn't hurt, more intrigued.

"John must have told you," I said.

"Nope," he said, popping the last syllable, "I observed." John had told me what he did when they first met when Sherlock figured out all the things about Harry and John just by looking at his cell phone.