The Youngest Holmes

221A Baker Street

I was walking down the streets of London when I came across Baker Street. I began walking down the street when I came across a door that was blue and read "221B". I grabbed hold of the knocker and knocked. I straightened my coat and awaited someone to answer the door. The door was opened by a middle-aged woman. "Landlady... Husband died..."

"May I help you ma'am?" she asked.

"Yes, do you have an available flat?" I answered.

"We have two actually, although I don't suggest taking the first one. Would you like to take a look at them?"

"Yes, please."

She brought me inside and down some stairs to a door marked 221C. The sign was old and lightly faded. "Let me just get the keys." I stood there patiently while the woman went through another door. She came back out holding two separate keys. She put the key in the lock and opened the door. "I never did like this flat, but it's available."

I walked in and it was a rather small flat, with an old fireplace, and it looked as if it had never been used. Plus, the walls were old and plain. Either it had never been used or no one wanted it anymore. "May I see the other one?"

"Yes, of course," the woman said. As we were walking up the stairs the woman told me, "I'm Mrs. Hudson by the way, and you are?"

"My name is Ava Hunter." That wasn't really my name, but that was the name my parents left with me when they put me in the orphanage.

"That's a lovely nam_"

She was suddenly interrupted by a man yelling, "Mrs. Hudson!"

"Yes Sherlock?"

I looked up when I heard that name, realizing I probably shouldn't have. "I'm headed off to the lab," he answered. He was slightly taller than me with curly black hair. He wore a black trench coat and a medium length blue scarf wrapped around his neck. I noticed that he flared up his coat collar. "Who are you?" He looked at me.

"Oh, Sherlock! This is Ava Hunter, was it?" I nodded. "Ava, this is Sherlock Holmes, he lives in 221B."

"Pleasure to meet you Sherlock," I gave a small smile and held my hand out.

He shook my hand and just walked away. "You must excuse him, he's not great with people," Mrs. Hudson explained.

"So, I got the social genes," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that dear?"

"Oh, nothing."

And with that we continued up to the other flat, past 221B where Sherlock apparently stayed. Mrs. Hudson led me to the door marked "221A" and unlocked it. When she opened the door I saw that the walls were a dark blue and there was a small kitchen to the side and one bedroom door. There was simple furniture in the flat, like, a couch and a chair along with a bed and wardrobe in the bedroom. The rest I would have to get. "I like it," I told Mrs. Hudson. "How much?"

She told me everything that I needed to know and I agreed to all of it. She asked me when I would be moving in and I told her tomorrow. "Tomorrow?" she questioned me.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never had a home to call my own and right now my foster family doesn't have the best people. I've gone from home to home. Every home I went to wanted to get rid of me the next day, because I was a 'freak' as they would say. This family doesn't do that, but that's because they only have a father who's always drunk, so..."

"I'm very sorry to hear that. My condolences."

"What do you mean? My parents aren't dead, they just abandoned me at an orphanage with the name Ava Hunter on a piece of paper."