Orphan (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

221B Baker St.

This is my first Sherlock fan fiction I hope it wont be too terribly bad.(doble negatives)

  Sitting on the plane to London was boring really, I didn't have anything to do except listen to my iPod. I sighed and looked out the window then looked back in realizing how high up we were. I closed the blinds . No sooner had I done that the pilot came on the intercom and informed us the plane would be landing soon.

  After the plane landed I was quick to find my suit case. Afterwards I was supposed to find an old woman named Mrs. Hudson. I had no clue what she looked like so I was at a complete loss. I sighed as I walked toward the exit.

  "Are you Delilah?" I heard a man's voice say making me jump. I turn around to find a seemingly tall man with a long, black coat and blue scarf. Nodded at him.

  "Good Mrs. Hudson will be pleased. Hurry up and get into the cab," the man said.

  "Um, I thought she was the one who was coming to get me. Who are you?" I questioned the man.

  "The name is Sherlock Holmes. Mrs. Hudson sent me to come retrieve you now please hurry up and get in the car," he said getting irritated.

  "Fine, whatever," I said complying.

  The taxi driver put my bag into the trunk of the taxi and I got in fallowed by Sherlock.

  "221B Baker st." Sherlock said as the driver got into the car. I put my ear buds back into my ears and listened to Queen. I eventually dozed off.

  "You are drooling on my coat," I heard and jumped, "Good you're awake get your case and come on." I get out of the car and the taxi driver handed me my bag and I followed Sherlock.

  "Sherlock dear, is that you? Did you get Delilah?" I heard on old lady say. She walked up from behind a stairway, "Oh, hello dear! Sherlock why don't you bring her case upstairs? Go, on shoo."

  "Hello, you must be Mrs. Hudson! Thank you for taking me in while the orphanage gets things ready for me," I said as kindly as I could. My stutter was bad and I pulled on my hoodie any one would notice.

  "Not at all, your room is right upstairs you'll be sharing Sherlock's flat," Mrs. Hudson said walking up the stairs, I fallowed close behind. As I walked up I noticed a skull on a dresser with a mirror behind it. The 'flat' was a mess it annoyed me slightly.

  "So Delilah you are an orphan. Both parents were shot and killed right in front of you. Your mental state, judging by your clothes, is not very well. Not social at all what so ever and would prefer to be locked in your room and playing video games. The head lady at your last orphanage liked you enough to get you a phone. That's rare," Sherlock started.

  "Yeah sounds about right, Mrs. Harris explained everything didn't she? Well sounds like her. So where is my room?" I asked.

  Mrs. Hudson motioned for me to fallow her and I did so. She went down the slender hallway and opened up the second door on the left. I thanked her and looked around the room. I sighed as I sat down on the freshly made twin size bed at 221B Baker St.