Black Woman Preferences & Imagines

Sherlock BBC - Chapter One: Violin

Chapter One: Violin

The dark-skinned woman walked down the streets of London. The cold wind makes her shiver and pulls her closer to her body. It was a new place, new job, new town and definitely new continent. She didn't know what to expect, but she was ready for everything life throws at her. Looking at the time on her phone, she realised she is might be coming late to her new job. She changed her walking to pacing.

After a few in minutes, she was right in front of her new workplace. She knocks on the door and waits for someone to answer. Middle-aged opens the door with a large smile.

"Excuse me, I am (Y/N) (L/N). I'm here for the assistant job for Mr Holmes," (Y/N) awkwardly stood there not knowing what she was meant to do. Was she meant to smile, wave or awkwardly stand there? Awkward (Y/N) has made a full return and has come to destroy her confidence. The beautiful sound of a violin playing from up the staircase travels through the building.

The woman says with a large smile on her face, "Oh, Sherlock told me about you. Come in, come in." (Y/N) walks into the building and follows the women upstairs. "I am Mrs Hudson, Sherlock's landlord and I also run the sandwich shop right next to it, dear. Sherlock is a little hard to deal with and you will soon know why. Dear, don't be discouraged by anything he says. I defend you if need."

(Y/N) felt that Mrs Hudson might be another person who keeps Sherlock in line and attempt to stop him from overdosing. She is most likely the women who is the closest in terms of a relationship with Sherlock. (Y/N) knew that she should have paid a little more attention to the tabloids or to the blog. These are the things she needs to pick up on when working with Sherlock. Mrs Hudson knocks on the door and opens it.

The room is full of dark colours and woods. It looked a bit cluttered and full of different things. Painted on the wall is a yellow smiley face, decorated with bullet shots. There isn't much light in the room because of only one window is open. It feels very enclosed and small. Sherlock Holmes sits in the black leather armchair closing his eyes and playing the violin. Mrs Hudson says and fluffs up a pillow,"You can sit here, dear. I will go get some tea. I'm not their housekeeper."

(Y/N) sits on the chair and observes Sherlock. From his focused face to the way he is posture while sitting on the chair. She didn't know what this job would expect of her and she only hopes there isn't much physical work. She wasn't good at physical work and even her Mum knew that. Sherlock stops paying his violin and says, "Miss (L/N), this isn't a job for people who are idiots and can't think outside the box the society puts the rest of the world in."

"Call me (Y/N), Miss (L/N) is little too formal for me. I wouldn't be here if I wanted to be with the rest of the norms of society," She says giving full eye contact with Sherlock. "The society's norms didn't accept me so I won't accept them." Silence fell upon the room once again. Sherlock felt interested (Y/N), that is something he never thought he will hear someone who he thought was mundane say that. He knew there was something that draws him to her profile when he was seeking for an assistant. The door opens and a white male with brownish blonde hair. He was holding plastic bags of what I assume is groceries. He looks shocked because of my appearance and just stares baffled at the sight.

The white male says, "Oh, am I intruding? Sherlock, you didn't tell me about someone coming from a new case." Sherlock stands up and put his violin back into its leather-bound case.

"This isn't a person with a case, this is my new assistant (Y/N) (L/N)," Sherlock says just as Mrs Hudson walks back with tea. She places the tray on the side table and takes a sit in a chair nearby. She looks pleasantly surprised to see him.

Mrs Hudson says while smiling at (Y/N),"Oh, John dear, I didn't hear you walk in. This is Sherlock's new friend. She is going to playing with us for awhile."

"You make it sound like we are playing games on the playground. Sherlock, why didn't you tell me about needing an assistant?" John Watson asks seeming kinda pissed that Sherlock didn't tell him. They must be really close for him to be so affected about him not telling him about me. The phone goes off and Sherlock instantly grabs his jacket.

The third victim found dead in their home.

Has happened three times now and not a single clue.

Sherlock, meet me at the crime scene.

GL

Assuming that's a signal it's time to go (Y/N) grabs her jacket from her lap and stands up planning to follow Sherlock. Sherlock says, "There is no time for chatter, the game has begun."

Sherlock paces outside before hailing a nearby black taxi, Sherlock, John and (Y/N) enter the taxi. Inside the taxi, the painfully awkward silence between the three of them. John clears his throat in an attempt to make it less awkward. John says, "Um...um, Miss (L/N) where are you from?"

"She likes to be called (Y/N), she lived in (where you lived)" Sherlock cuts in before (Y/N) could answer. She looks down at her lap and starts playing with her fingers as a nervous habit that she picked up over the past few years.

"John, I repeat again this is not the time for pleasantries. Three victims stabbed with no evidence- there is no point talking when something fun is happening." (I hope this doesn't sound like Sherlock is approving this. He doesn't approve shit like this, it's just he likes mysteries)

Sherlock says happily,"The game is on, (Y/N)."