My Flatmates Sister

Prologue

"Oh dear brother if you only knew what would happen to me"

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"HARRIT WATSON, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" London screamed at her older sister. A 16-year-old John in his room, trying to block out his sisters scream anyway possible.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Harriet yelled back. At this point in time, John realized what was going on. His sister's mood swings and constant yelling. It was only one thing and one thing only.....it was that time if the month. The girl's sacrificial waterfall to Satin, her period. John put his headphones in, lays down on his bed playing his music as loud as he could, trying to get the screaming out if his head.

*A few Years Later*

I was walking down Baker street looking for my brothers flat. London was busy as always. Cabs going down the street. 'There it is' I thought, 221b. The flat was my brother John Watson lived with his flatmate that to John wasn't the most kind out there. I knocked on the door, a few minutes later a short old lady answered the door.

" How may I help you?" she asked kindly.

"Hi, I'm looking for John Watson. I was told that he lived here." I said sweetly.

"Oh he does, I'm Miss. Hudson, I'm the landlady of this place," she informed me. "Just go up the stairs to the right in the flat," she told me. I thanked her and made my way to the flat door. When I got up there the door was open.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Yes?" a male voice asked it was deep. I walked in a looked in the kitchen seeing a man about 6 foot at least, with pale skin and striking blue eyes. I then realized that I was staring at him.

"Who are you?" he asked, his stare boring into me.

"Watson. London Moon Watson, at your service."

"Watson?" he asked, "Yes, Watson." I started.

"Do you know Dr. John Watson?" he questions me.

"Who wants to know? Why should I tell you who I know and don't know?" I question crossing my arms getting annoyed at all the questions he was asking. He just continues to stare at me. "Who are you?" I ask the tall man.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes. So now that's out if the way I ask again, Do you know Dr. John Watson?" he asked with confidence holding his head high.

"Yes, I do. Do you know where he is located at the time?" I ask him, trying to make him feel small, but by the look on his face, I was failing miserably at it.

"One moment, come please, sit down. I'll call him." He said being much nicer than he was original.

I walked farther into the flat, going to shut down on the couch that they had.

"John!!" the man named Sherlock called. I looked at the sound of heavy footsteps. A man in his late 30s early 40s at the most, with a dark complexion and brown/grey hair, stepped in.

"Afghanistan or Irag?" I asked smiling at my brother John.

"Hello London." said John with a smile.

"Well where is my hug you promised me on the phone?" I said to my brother giving him a hug.

"I'm assuming that you meat Sherlock?" John asked me in a worrying voice.

"Oh, you mean him?" I said pointing and looking at Sherlock who was now laying down on his couch, his hands in a praying position.

" Yea, sorry bout him." John said sitting down to talk. I gave him a confused look.

"Sherlock hadn't done a thing. I don't know why you're saying sorry. He did nothing wrong he was quite nice." I told my brother John. He was surprised by my comment.

"Well he can get a bit..impulsive and ....rude. " John said. I started to laugh at my brother.

"And I'm not a bother? You lived with me for years, our whole lives practically. But you live with him for 6 months, it sounds like you want to give up with him." I told my brother. By this time Sherlock was listening carefully and there was something he wanted to solve. Who is London Moon Watson, and why is she here??

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After a while, John and I said down to catch up. Sherlock decided to join and asked me many questions.

"Favorite color?"

"Blue"

"Cats or dogs?"

"Dogs, their easer," I told him and once he was done asking the mundane questions, he started to ask what I did for a living.

"Do you like mystery or murder?". he asked.

"If you are asking me if I like a good puzzle to solve then yes. But then again I do like a good murder those are always fun aren't they?" I told him, I was trying to keep him guessing. This should be fun, really fun. he looked at me questioningly. I look at him as well. For the first time in a long time, I found someone interesting. We kept staring at each other, he was trying to figure me out as well as I but for some reason, I wasn't having that much of luck. Wierd.

John's P.O.V

We were sitting in the living room catching up. After a while of Sherlock and London having a game of 20 questions, everything went quiet and they would quit checking each other out. It was like they were trying to deduce each other and by just the look on my sister's face, she wasn't having the best of luck. Wow, if I can recall there was only one other person that could do that but we don't talk about them. As I kept looking at them it looked like Sherlock wasn't having a good time either with this. What the hell is going on? Oh well, this should be good.