Sherlock Fanfiction:
**** Gwen's POV***
"Are you sure you want to do this?" John asked, squeezing my hand.
I swallowed, then nodded. "Mmhmm." I was nervous.
"He's a little eccentric." John said, shifting his eyes to the door that stood before us. 221 B. It was a dark brown, mahogany, I think. The knocker was antique brass, worn down over time.
"I know. What if he doesn't like me?" I asked, looking in John's eyes. "What if he ignores you because of me?"
John turned, so he was looking at me head on. He took my other hand in his. "He won't. I am sure that he will accept you. I promise. Even if he doesn't, he will have to deal with it because I am not giving you up." He said gently. I smiled and looked down.
"I am ready. I'm ready to meet Sherlock."
John looked at me, then kissed my lips gently. "It'll be fine." He said softly, then opened the door.
*** John's POV****
I was nervous. I didn't know exactly how Sherlock would react. He doesn't care much for visitors. I wanted him to meet Gwen, though, she was important to me. I opened the door. Sherlock was on the couch, with his hands under his chin. He didn't open his eyes. "John." He said.
"Hello, Sherlock. I would like you to meet someone," I said. He sighed, eyes still closed.
"If you brought home another random animal, John, I swear..." Gwen laughed softly. Sherlock's eyes shot open. He sat up. "There is a woman in our house, John."
"I'm aware, Sherlock. I brought her here. On purpose."
Sherlock looked over Gwen with suspicious eyes. She shifted uncomfortably. "Um, hello." She said sheepishly. "My name is Gwen. Pleasure to meet you." She said, extending her hand. He regarded it, then stood up and headed to the kitchen.
"Hmm, I'm sure." He said.
"Sherlock!" I called after him, trailing into the kitchen, leaving Gwen standing in the living room.
"What?" He asked anxiously. He was tearing through drawers, the fridge, the microwave, anything that opened.
"What is going on with you today?" I asked as he continued his search. He stopped and looked down at me sarcastically.
"Oh I'm so sorry John that I don't have time for your girlfriend because THE BIGGEST PIECE OF EVIDENCE HAS GONE MISSING!!!" He yelled.
"What are you TALKING ABOUT?" I yelled back. He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and ran his hands through his hair.
"While you were off at work, I aquired a telephone from the victim via Lestrade. He wanted me to look at it to figure it out. And it's GONE NOW!"
