The Unexpected (A SuperWhoLock Fanfiction)

One: It Started with a Knock

One: It Started with a Knock

My name is Cecily Hunnigan, Cece for short and, when I was a little girl I was a dreamer. My head was always in the clouds, thinking of far off places and conspiring larger than life adventures that would have put my peers to shame. I have my Father to thank for that. He was always reading me books, and my Mother encouraged me to use my imagination.

  My parents and I have a close relationship, they are my best friends. I didn't have a lot of friends growing up in school, the ones I did have were all in my head from books I read or cartoons I watched. I preferred that to the snotty girls or rambunctious boys. At the end of the day, I could always come home to my loving parents in our quaint, peaceful home on the beach and be happy.

  My parents were like real-life, fairytale lovers. My mother was beautiful in every way, inside and out. She had piercing blue eyes and the kindest smile, her embraces were always warm and comforting. My father was fawned over by many women for his looks and charisma, but he was sound and grounded. The way he looked at my mother with such devotion and love was undeniable, and he was a hopeless romantic when it came to her. He was just the right amount of tall, dark and handsome, all compiled into one genuine human being.

  When I got older the bond grew with my parents, as did my relationship with books and far off places. Lord of the Rings, Watership Down, Swan Song just to name a few of our favorites and we had them read in months. Mother liked to tease us about our little Father-Daughter book club, but she loved to hear us rave about them.

  As a teenager, my Father and I found interest in television with a wide selection of "Fandoms," our top three being Doctor Who, Sherlock and Supernatural. We still gather together on the sofa, Mother makes us a bowl of popcorn and giggle at the Doctor's antics, whine about Sherlock hiatus, and nearly weep ourselves to death over the Winchesters' brotherly bond. It was our thing, and it's what kept us adventurous and dreaming.

  Even now, at twenty-one, with today's world telling me I'm behind schedule still living at home or degree-less, I enjoy being at home and spending time with my family, my books, my heroes.

  My parents recently left for a business trip overseas, leaving me alone to house set our small beach home for a couple of weeks. This is where my strange story begins...

  I was reclined against the arm of the sofa, my nose in a book, re-reading the Prisoner of Azkaban, my companion, Charles, the big Great Dane, on the floor sleeping next to me. He was built like a horse (I could still ride him like one if I wished), black, with a single white spot on his rump. He was a loyal beast and hasn't left my side since I was sixteen, and his eyes held so much personality that I often thought we could speak telepathically.

  A knock sounded at the door, causing the dog to lift his head and huff through his nostrils. My head also lifted, my curious gaze staring at the wooden frame, my brows puckering.

  You see, a knock was unusual out here, our house being the only building on the beach for miles and, when a second knock occurred, I was even further taken aback, exchanging a look with Charles' drooping eyes. He, too, must have known it was too early for my parents to be returning and the mail had already come once today.

  Perhaps someone had wandered too far from town, I thought, reluctantly leaving my comfortable spot on the couch. Charles watched me closely as I padded across the short distance from the couch to the door, another disgruntled huff shaking through his jowls. I ignored him, standing on my toes and bringing my eye toward the peep hole.

  The back of a man's head came into view, his right hand scratching through his brown hair and his left placed on his hip. He definitely appeared lost, his head turning in all sorts of directions, mumbling incoherently to himself. He took a few steps off the porch and into the yard, his arms wafting hopelessly at his sides.