Life With Sherlock

Chapter 3

Rosamund quickly climbed the stairs to 221B. As she stepped through the doorway, the violin music stopped. The flat was just as she had remembered. The yellow smiling face painted on the wall that had been shot a few times. Various papers strewn across the table top and a stack of them on the mantle with a pocket knife stuck through them. Her uncle stood looking out of the window with his violin tucked under his chin, his bow poised over the strings. Sherlock turned around to look at who had come in, dropping his violin to a resting position.

"Ah. Rosamund. I see you have made it back." Sherlock said, giving her a once over. Rosamund gave a returning one. He looked the same as when she had last seen him. His brown curly hair brushed across his forehead. Piercing eyes and a well defined face. He wore his blue silk bathrobe over a pair of trousers and a white button down shirt. She felt confident she didn't look the same to him, for she had felt him reading her as soon as she had come in the room. She had also sensed his annoyance. She thought he would have been pleased to see her. She didn't know what to say, she had been anticipating this day for a long time and now she had no idea how to continue. Sherlock seeing that Rosamund had nothing to say, turned around and continued to play his violin.

"It's quite a beautiful song." Rosamund said, wanting to start a conversation. "Did you write it?" Sherlock turned around with a sigh.

"I am about to finish composing it now." Sherlock turned back to facing the window and played a few more notes before stopping to write them down on a piece of paper that was on the music stand in front of him. "It was meant to be completed before your return. I thought you might enjoy a welcome home gift. You always enjoyed my playing when you were younger, unlike your father."

Rosamund was touched by her uncle's present and that he remembered how much she loved to listen to him playing his violin. She was also surprised he planned on giving her a gift. It was very against his nature. Sherlock started to play again and Rosamund sat quietly and listened. The sound of someone coming up the stairs made both Sherlock and Rosamund turn to look at the door. John walked in followed by Ms. Hudson.

Rosie, dear, it's so wonderful to see you." Ms. Hudson said as she gave Rosamund a hug. "It will be so nice to have another woman living here. Just so long as you remember..."

"I'm not your housekeeper." Rosamund finished for her. Ms. Hudson gave her a smile.

"That's right dear. I'm waiting for the day that John and Sherlock figure that out." Rosamund gave a light chuckle. She knew that it would take a miracle for her father and uncle to come to that conclusion.

"I left your trunk down in your room, Rosie." John said. "Whenever you feel like unpacking and settling in, it's there for you."

"Thanks, dad." Rosamund said as she walked towards the door to the stairs. "I think I will go now and let Sherlock finish writing my song." Rosamund left the room and walked down the stairs, the sound of a violin fading as she went further away.

Rosamund opened the door to 221C. She was beyond excited that she got to live on Baker Street and in her own apartment. Her rooms were nice, nothing too fancy and she liked it that way. She walked into her bedroom. It was set up just the same as her old room at her old house; her father had changed nothing. It felt like she had stepped four years back in time. Her bed was in the center of the wall across from the fireplace. Rosamund decided she had to buy some new blankets for her bed when she saw her green comforter was still there. Under the window stood her desk and chair. The desktop had several trinkets from her childhood on top along with a stack of pictures from her past. She walked over to the desk to look at the pictures. The first one was of herself and Molly, a close friend of her father and Sherlock, on holiday at the ocean. Rosamund thought she looked to be about four in the picture. There were many days like this in Rosamund's past. Molly kept her while her father was on a case with Sherlock and they would go to the ocean, the park, and Rosamund's favorite, Molly's workplace, the morgue. She loved being there because Molly would teach her about her work. Rosamund continued to look through the pictures, reminiscing about the days captured in them. Rosamund put down the pictures and went to her trunk that was sitting in the middle of her floor. She opened it and started to unpack, putting clothes into her closet and dresser and books onto her shelf. She quickly cleaned out her trunk and stowed it away under her bed. Rosamund looked around her room one more time and then went upstairs to join her father and uncle.