It's Only Temporary (Sherlock fanfic)

Chapter 3 • It's Only Tea

I walked out of the shop, a little regretful for leaving my poor uncle to waste away at that laptop of his. I looked at the door that read 221B on the door in gold. The dark door gave it a sort of gloomy feel, I believe.

After a moment of hesitation, I knocked on the door, taking a step back towards the cold air that swaddled me so cruelly. My nose felt frozen in the morning air I will now have to endure each morning every morning. And I've said morning too much, haven't I?

I thought about what I would encounter once I stepped through this door. Would it be a clean place with nice furniture? Perhaps not. I don't really know this man's occupation. Who am I to say that he may have an absolute dump of a home. Who knows? Maybe he's got an entire wall with ripped papers from old cases he worked on? Does he have a desk? What made him choose to have shaggy hair like that? It's like a boy's haircut.

The door opens to reveal a petite woman with a hot pink blouse and a dress coat. She held in her hand a pair of sunglasses. She greeted me with a warm smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. I was just about to head out," she laughed. Her kind eyes set on mine. "Are you here for Sherlock? Do you have an appointment?"

I gave her a confused look. "Appointment?"

She threw her hands up in the air. "Oh, an American!" she squealed. "Which part of the country are you from, deary?"

I stifled a laugh from her excitement. "Um, New Mexico."

"Really?" she gasped. "Is it very hot down there!"

"Very. And I don't mean to be rude, but I really need to talk to him." I have the lady a sympathetic look.

She moved out of the way for me and I stepped in a bit before she taped my shoulder. "Are you sure you want to? Are you a new lady-friend of his?" she giggled.

"I, uh, wouldn't call myself a friend. I think he took my muffin from SPEEDY'S just there." I pointed my thumb to the right wall. My eyes rolled in the process of explaining.

The lady put her hands on her hips. "Oh, those boys are always getting themselves into trouble. You go on and claim that muffin, dear. He doesn't deserve it!"

I began to walk up the steps, letting myself laugh at what she said. He must be quite the trouble maker of she says things like that.

Reaching the top of the steps, I turned to see a door wide open for everyone to see. I was a bit skeptical about this being the door, but I might as well check it out. No use in coming and not checking.

I walked through the door after knocking on it lightly. At once I saw the man I've seen now three times in the last twelve or so hours.

His cold blue eyes met mine with a blank stare that made me feel uncomfortable. His wrist was in front of him, positioned like he were checking the time before setting it down on the edge of the mantle

We both stood in silence. The fireplace from which he stood in front of looked very well stocked with various items on the mantel above it. The mirror up top reflected his curls. I watched as Sherlock sat down his one of the two chairs in front of the fireplace. His cold gaze followed me through the trip.

I took a few steps deeper into the room looking at all the objects in the room. It was a little unnerving to see a human and bull skull in the same room. The smiley face on the wall behind me was a topic for another time maybe. Don't want to ask what happened for it to deserved puncture wounds.