How They Met Alice (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

This takes place from about a week before The Great Game. I imagine her wearing the 11th Doctors pants and shoes. I also will not be incuding a picture of her. I think that you should use your imagination to see her. It makes it better that way :) I do not own anything Sherlock. The only thing I own is my character and storyline. I'm sorry if Sherlock isn't exactly the way he is on T.V. I try my best :) Oh and it's only PG-13 for some cussing but I'll bleep it out a bit.

(Third-person view: )

Sherlock sat in his chair, well, I say sat. He had draped himself over the armrests and was lazily dangling his head upside down facing the door. He wasn’t thinking, he wasn’t moving; in fact he was barely breathing.  He was, per the usual imbetween cases, bored. John was summarizing their latest case on his blog. Sherlock of course was bothered by the constant clicking of the computer keys and shot up, leaning his back against the armrest.

“Do you have to do that now?” He whined.

“I would prefer to do it know, yes.” John replied, not stopping and not looking up.

“But is it required?”  Sherlock glared at his flatmate angrily. John sighed and looked at him. His hair was messy and all over his head and his robe was falling off one of his shoulders and he was still in his pyjamas. He was even pouting slightly. He sighed and saved his progress and shut down his laptop. “Thank you, John.” He said, his face returning to normal. John sighed and went into the kitchen, avoiding the most recent and revolting ‘experiment’ that Sherlock had started and made himself tea.

On the street a cab pulled up. A tall redhead stepped out of the cab. She wore a white button-up and dark trousers with some boots. Her coat was mid-thigh length and was open despite the cold. Her hair was long; about to her shoulder blades and an unbelievable ginger colour. She looked up to the window that belonged to 221b and smiled to herself. She brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and went in.

(John’s POV: )

Sherlock had moved to the couch and had his head, again, dangling over the arm, staring at the door, which opened. A tall, beautiful female walked in with very vibrant ginger hair. She had a build much like Sherlock; tall, lean, and most likely strong. Her cheekbones were almost as impressive as his. Her skin was pale and flawless, except for a few freckles. Her eyes were the brightest green I had ever seen, and even though I was completely across the room, I could see them clearly. She had a very smug and knowing look on her face that I knew would annoy Sherlock. They looked very much the same. (except for the hair of course)

Sherlock sat up immediately and stared at her intently, looking her up and down to read her. She smiled sweetly.

 “Hello.” She said.

 “Eh... Hello.” I replied awkwardly.

 “John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, I presume?” She asked, looking behind her at Sherlock. The two seemed to have some tension between them before Sherlock said,

“Yes.”

 “Good. I apologize for the interruption but you seemed bored.” She said, facing me again. “The door was unlocked so I let myself in. Hope you don’t mind.” She added.

 “What do you want?” Sherlock asked rather rudely. I shot him a look.

 “That’s fine. Would you like anything?” I asked, smiling at her.

 “No, I’m fine thank you.” She said, sitting down in Sherlocks chair. He narrowed his eyes and scowled at her. She just smiled smugly at him then said, “I assume you know what I would like?”