Sentiment

Baker Street

{ Y/N - Your Name | F/C -  Favorite Color | L/N - Last Name | P/N - Pet Name | RFN - Random Friend Name }

Sherlock's POV
<In the Taxi>

There we are, sitting in the taxi. I am still holding Y/N's hand. I don't know why, but I like it. God the stupid sentiment.

We finally pulled up in front of my flat, now I can let go of her hand at make it seem like I want to let go. This time I decided to pay the taxi, Y/N has had an awful day, I shouldn't make it worse.

I helped Y/N with her stuff and helped her bring it into the building next to Speedy's Café. I open the door and walk inside, Y/N following close behind. She closes the door behind her and sighs, a somber look on her face.

Poor Y/N. I don't know what to do, I've never felt this way about somebody. I can't comfort anyone, I have been taught to not have any friends. Then John came along, and completely changed everything. He was my first friend. Well, I guess besides Ms. Hudson and Lestrade. But Y/N, I guess we aren't really friends, but I want to be. I don't know how to confront her though.

Your POV

Since RFN everything has gone down hill. Why did she have to die?

Ms. Hudson enters the room and greets you with a squeal.

"Y/N! I wasn't expecting you here!" She noticed your somber face before you could cover it up with your usual smile.

"What's wrong, dear? Why do you have all those bags? What happened?" Ms. Hudson seems as if she will never shut up.

You clear your throat, "Ms. Hudson, I was wondering if you have a flat available for rent."

"Yes I do, actually. It's right down the stairs, no one has stayed in it for a while, so it might be a little dusty." Ms. Hudson beckons for you to follow.

You follow the old lady down some stairs and she grabs out a key and opens the door. The flat is much larger than yours. A spacious living room, a kitchen twice as large as your little one, a bathroom down the hall, and two bedrooms, a master and a spare. The master bedroom has its own bathroom and a walk in closet.

"Wow, Ms. Hudson. This is grand." You say. "I don't know if I can afford it as I only have a part time job."

"Well, darling, since you're a friend of Sherlock, I'll cut the price in half until you find a real job." Ms. Hudson smiles at you.

"Oh, thanks Ms. Hudson!" You smiled for the first time since you left your home.

"Anything, dear." Ms. Hudson takes a key off of the key chain and hands you a key. "This is the room key. You can do anything you want to it, paint the walls, take down walls, anything! Make it your home." She smiles and starts to leave.

"Wait! Ms. Hudson!" You call out.

"Yes?" She turns around and smiles.

"Can I keep P/N here?"

"P/N?"

"Oh my dog, P/N."

"Yes, as long as you clean up after it."  She gives you a crooked smile and quickly leaves the room.

It's been a couple minutes of you exploring the flat when you are interrupted by a voice. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" You say as you turn around.

"I might know a full time job that can help you pay for this." He says.

"And what's that?"

"You can work at St. Bart's Hospital with Molly."