Random One-Shots~

Sherlock Holmes | Intrigued

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a flat my brother is occupying." I asked an elderly woman at the front. She smiled kindly at me, making a fresh batch of tea. She set the teapot down and walked over to me.

"My name is Mrs. Hudson, deary. Now, who is your brother?" She introduced herself. I smiled, nodding politely. I took out a piece of paper from the pocket of my trench coat and handed it to Mrs. Hudson.

"My brother is John Watson and I believe he's occupying 21B. I'm his younger sister, (Name), pleased to meet you." She looked at the paper and smiled even more. She looked at me and nodded, chuckling slightly to herself.

"Oh my, I should've known. Your brother speaks of you often. Follow me, if you may." I trailed after her on the stairs, carrying my luggage in my hands. She led me to a door, where she knocked firmly and went inside. I carefully stepped inside when the smoke alarm went off and a puff of smoke filled the room. I cover my mouth with a handkerchief , coughing into it, while Mrs. Hudson seemed almost unsurprised about the smoke.

"Mr. Holmes! What have I told you about your experiments in the flat?" A man came up to up, a rather attractive one at that. His head was covered with brown curls and his eyes were a astonishing shade of light blue, almost gray. 'Mr. Holmes' was fanning the air with a newspaper, occasionally coughing. 

"Oh Mrs. Hudson!  It's just a miscalculation with the smoke."  I could hear another voice from the other side of the room, coughing and occasionally, some crashing coming from the mysterious person.  A person came form the smoke, one with familiar graying hair and blue eyes.  I smiled as I dropped my bags onto the floor and tackled the man in an embrace.

"John!"  My brother crashed into the floor, with me on top of him.  Mr. Holmes looked slightly apathetic with a curious glint in his eyes.  John smiled, standing up and helping me up as well.  He hugged me properly this time, a smile on his face.

"It's wonderful to see you again, (Name).  Why are you in London?  How long have been here?  How long are you- wait, where are you staying?!"  I chuckled as I part from him.  I shook my head and held my hand out to keep him from speaking any more. 

"I just got here today,  Paris isn't that far from London.  I plan on renting a flat here."  John smiled, nodding in understanding.  Mr. Holmes suddenly snapped his finger, a hand on his chin and he had a crooked smile on his face, with heightened his facial features even more.

"I got it!  Ms. (Name) here, is your sister, younger sibling obviously, due to her attachment and her excitement to your mere presence.  She works in the fashion industry, noting her current attire, which from what I know is currently 'in fashion.'" John glared at the man while Mrs. Hudson shook her head. I was impressed by how much information he had gotten a hold of just by my appearance.

"So, jumping to conclusions here, I'm guessing you're the Great Sherlock Holmes?" He nodded, adjusting his vest. He turned to John, his hand rubbing his chin.

"I thought your sister's name was Harriet, John. Unless-" I stepped into the conversation before Sherlock could complete his sentence.

"It's my pseudonym. John had my phone with my 'name' inscripted in it while I was still in the journalism section of the industry." Mrs. Hudson nodded and left the room, bidding us a goodbye.

"Why are you not as slow as John was before?" Sherlock asked me, to which I tried not to take immediate offense. I folded my handkerchief back into my pocket, forcing a small smile, I started to take off one of my leather black gloves.

"I beg your pardon?" John immediately took action to be by my side and possibly hold me back. Sherlock cleared his throat, straightening his posture even more.

"You're a bit more difficult to read than John was, not to mention, you catch on more quickly at the beginning than him." I could hear John scoff beside me, causing me to giggle quietly. My brother intertwined his arms with mine, taking me to the door.

"Come on now, I'll go see if Mrs. Hudson will allow you to stay with us." I smiled at him, gripping arms a bit more firmly.

"Really?" He nodded, which only made me smile even more. John smiled again and pushed me foward gently.

"Go ahead, I need to talk to Sherlock." I nodded, going out of the flat to try and find Mrs. Hudson.

Third Person Point of View

John walked over to his flatmate, noticing that small -but noticable- sparkle in his eyes. "So, what do you think of my sister?" He made sure to put emphasis on 'his sister.' Sherlock shook his head slightly and continued to multitask with his experiment.

"She's a lovely woman." John had his suspicions on his answer. Sherlock seemed more upbeat than he was earlier and he had a little spring in his step. That glint John saw, it reminded him of himself when he met Mary.

"So, you think she's okay?" John asked him carefully, now being curious. Sherlock stopped his activity and faced John and smiled slightly.

"She's intriguing."