In between cases, Sherlock and John get a knock on their door from a young women in need of help. And of course, even if Sherlock is unwilling at first, they help her back onto her feet and she soon becomes honorary resident in 221b Baker Street.
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A week had passed since Alice moved into 221b Baker Street, and everything had been moving rather smoothly. John had helped her move her stuff from her old flat into Baker Street,whilst Sherlock was still awaiting his next case. Alice found Sherlock's way of life rather weird, how he just sat around, hardly ever leaving his flat until he got his next case and according to John it had been several weeks since they last had a case. Speaking of John, he recently started spending more time out of the flat with his new girlfriend. Considering half the time Sherlock pretends that Alice doesn't exist, John's recent absence has made Alice feel rather uncomfortable, she knows she has to make Sherlock trust her but, she didn't know how.
However, this was only the beginning...
Alice's POV
The sound of a violin rang through my ears awakening me from my deep sleep. I turn over to face the clock on my bedside table, squinting slightly, 5:30 am. Who would playing an instrument at this hour? I thought to myself. Groaning I pull my pillow over my head begging for another couple hours of sleep, but with no success I decide to find the source of the noise for myself. Grabbing a cardigan to wrap around myself, I walk out of my bedroom and towards the living room. As I enter, I see the back of Sherlock, his hair still ruffled from sleeping and a violin propped up on one shoulder, ever so delicately, playing as if it was second nature to him. I clear my throat, leaning against the wall, Sherlock abruptly stops playing and turns to look at me.
"Do you have something to say or are just going to keep staring?"He asks bluntly. Standing up straight, I wrap my cardigan further around me and try to form some sort of sentence. I have no idea why now I'm at a lose for words, maybe it was the fact that Sherlock had put me on the spot, or because I just realised how little clothing I am actually wearing although, Sherlock doesn't seem to be bothered.
"Tea..." I stutter and quickly move towards the kitchen to save myself from any further embarrassment. I switch on the kettle and wait for the water to boil; whilst waiting I look over my shoulder to see Sherlock move over and sit down in his armchair, one leg over the over with his hands propped under his chin deep in thought, staring at me as if once again he was trying to analyse me. I want him to trust me, I need him to trust me. We're flat mates for god sake!
"Hey Sherlock, what are you doing today?"
"I have a case. Lestrade called last night."
"Okay, well... I'll be here all day if you...you know... need someone."Sherlock pulls a weird face that oddly resembles a disgusted otter,
"Need someone? when have I ever needed someone"
"I didn't mean it like that!" I quickly spurt out, "I meant need someone as in to go with you... to the case.
"I have John why would I need you?"
"John's not here."
"What do you mean John's not here?"
"John left to go on a romantic weekend with his girlfriend two days ago, he's meant to be back tomorrow."
"But i was talking to him yesterday?"
"No, Sherlock. That was yourself." Sherlock shifted in his seat slightly straightening his back,
"Oh. Well tough luck for him that conversation was absolutely riveting." I chuckle slightly at him shaking my head whilst looking down. when I look up I see Sherlock smiling at me slightly.
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"So, is there room for one more on your adventures Mr Holmes?" I ask raising my eyebrow at him as I stroll towards my bedroom, my eyes never leaving his.
"For you?... Always." He replies with a smirk,
Always.
That word had forever struck a cord with me, a reminder of the life I could never leave behind and the promises I could never break.
Always.
A vow of love and loyalty ... forever.
forever and always.
I quickly pulled myself back to reality, "Let me just get changed and we can go to the case, text Lestrade and get the address. I'll only be a minute."
Authors note ~
I know this is really short and it has been forever since I updated this but I have been having some real bad writers block but have finally found the motivation and passion to get into this again. I also had a very sudden urge to write a Merlin fanfic but idk if I should ...
