Pluviophile: A Sherlock fan-fiction

Chapter 1- The Meeting

Elizabeth was a smart girl. A very smart girl.

She lived in the heart of London, in a rather..... run down area.
However she continued to pride herself on her intelligence, as that was what made her who she was.

She was a petite girl, with mousy brown hair and deep hazel eyes. Pretty, to say the least, yet underrated by passers by. She lived with various groups of people at a time, yet was a remarkably lonely person. No family. No friends. Just her and her brain to keep her company.

She had adopted a weekly routine to her life, and she was going about her duties when her life was flipped upside down....

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God I hate the rain

Elizabeth thought as she walked briskly towards her destination. Working on a Friday was one thing, but in this weather? With no car? Yeah. No thanks.

The bar was coming into view now. It's neon lights glowing brightly in the shimmering reflection of the concrete. Liz put her head down to shield her eyes from the spitting venom of the skies when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, came this body- directly in front of her and completely unaware of her presence.

With a jolt they collided. Her head coming into contact with a surprisingly soft scarf as she felt arms wrap around her to prevent her from falling to the ground in a heap.

"I am so sorry" she blurted, quickly composing herself.

"No no, utterly my fault. I apologise" came the reply: a beautiful, dark, rich, baritone rumble through the darkness. Liz brought her gaze to meet with the stranger's. His piercing eyes latched onto hers, hypnotising her. She examined the way the fluorescent lights reflected off his prominent cheekbones and casted shadows around his face: mastering the mystique of the moment. His eyes were darting about rapidly over her, reading her. His soft, brown curls blowing slightly in the breeze as they stood there, transfixed by each others presence.

"Sherlock Holmes" said the man abruptly.

"Excuse me?" Liz retorted, shocked by the sudden break of silence.

"My name. It's Sherlock Holmes"

The man smirked and held out a hand which Liz gladly took, giving a firm handshake. She edged closer slightly to be more shielded by his hovering umbrella from the harsh British weather. "What a .... peculiar name." She chuckled, "I'm Elizabeth Turner"

"Mmm Turner. Interesting" he smirked.

"It is?"

"Quite possibly" Sherlock laughed, a perfectly brilliant noise that resounded over the screams of traffic passing by. A noise that mesmerised Liz until all she could hear were the sounds coming from between the Cupid's bow lips she saw before her.

She didn't know what it was that was so captivating about this man, or why he had this mysterious hold on her. Why when he spoke she clung to his every word. But she did. After a mere 3 minutes of interaction, she felt like time had stood still.

But she couldn't do this. And she knew it.

"Well.... I better be off, my shift starts in ten minutes..." Liz started, glancing towards the bar.

Sherlock followed her eyeliner.
"Of course, of course. I'm sorry for the delay and it was lovely meeting you.... Elizabeth" he replied.

But she couldn't help it. The way he said her name sent shivers down her back. Like a snake curling down her spine. He didn't say it like everyone else, no. He didn't say it like a name. He said it like a person. Like a person with feelings and possessions and a home and a life. Like she was different. Like a puzzle he needed to solve.

She smiled to herself. She nodded Sherlock a polite goodbye and began her journey to the bar.

"Liz wait!" Sherlock cried after her.

She spun around to find him hurrying towards her.

"You might need this." He finished, handing her the umbrella they were standing under seconds before. Then, with a wink, he ran off into the darkness- trench coat billowing behind him dramatically.

But little did she know, that this goodbye- was only the beginning.

A/N:

Cue title screen.... XD

Okay I know I'm no where near finishing 'You're Safe Now' buuuutttt I've kinda given up. And a few days ago the lovely @jensenisinmyeyes requested I write a story to fit with the plot line they gave me. So here it is :)

I really hope you enjoy this. It's a bit different and quirky and a lovely idea. Sooooo vote and comment and all that shizzle ;)

Lotta love xx