Sherlock x Reader

Chapter 1

You let out a heavy sigh as the taxi got stuck at a red light once again - you knew that you should have got the train. It felt like you had been sat in that cab for hours but, realistically you had only been sat there for 5 minutes (which is still too long).

Eventually the cabbie pulled up on Baker Street, "219 is it?" he asked as he pulled up.

"You can just stop here," you replied to avoid the possibility of the 3 seconds of extra driving costing more. Quickly, you paid the cabbie and grabbed your bags from the boot. Carefully, you lugged your bags onto the pavement and just stood for a second, taking in the London air. It wasn't fresh, (you are still in England) but it was definitely better than up north. The street of flats looked quite nice actually, well built and taken care of. However, your new flat looked quite run down in comparison to the rest of the street.

You made your way to the door of 219 Baker Street and knocked. A woman who appeared to be in her late 20's to early 30's answered the door. "Hello," she spoke, words slightly slurred, "You're the one here for the downstairs flat, right?"

"Yes," you replied calmly attempting to look into the flat. The landlady handed you the key and lazily pointed towards an old wooden door down a small set of stair before closing the front door behind you and leaving you to get settled.

"Make yourself at home," she mumbled followed by a forced smile

You walked up to the flat door and let out a sigh, you knew that this flat won't be of a good standard. The rotting door, labelled '219c' with a rusty plaque, creaked open leading to more stairs that were covered in black mould. The main rom was larger than you had expected, and it was fully furnished. The furniture wasn't that nice but it was there and it saved you from spending the little money that you were able to bring with you, all in one go.

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You knew since before your teenage years that you wanted to move out as soon as possible. When you went to university, moving into housing on campus was bliss, you really enjoyed being around people your age and being able to open up to them and talk about genuine things without being scolded. However, your family did not trust you and wanted you to stay at home because they weren't able to monitor you. Being at home you felt trapped with 'parents' that you couldn't trust, you couldn't even talk to them out of fear of being scolded.

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After emptying your suitcase and putting your clothes away, you needed something to occupy your time so you got your laptop out. You knew that you needed a job but you had no idea what kind of jobs were available in the area.

You spent a good 20 minutes on various websites looking for jobs until you remembered St Bart's Hospital that you saw on the taxi journey. Since you did medicine in university and had worked alongside doctors for most of that time, you had a feeling you could get some sort of job there or at a local walk-in. You don't particularly want to work in a corner shop.

You decided that you should get the job today, so you can start working at the end of this week at the latest. You went to the wooden closet in the corner of your dingy bedroom to get something to wear; you pulled out a black denim skirt, a purple button-up shirt and a pair of fishnet tights. You brushed though your hair before throwing on your thick, black coat and started heading to the surgery down the street. You were genuinely pleased that you could find a cheap-ish flat in London - you have always wanted to move there but had worried it was too expensive.

You walked into the surgery, it was surprisingly quiet, even the front desk was empty. You walked up to the desk expecting a charismatic nurse to greet you from the room behind the table but there was no one. You waited patiently until a short man, who you presume is a doctor, exits one of the offices and heads towards you. "Oh...um hi," he stutters, "Are you here to make an appointment?"

"No, actually. I'm here to see if you have any jobs going," you reply with a half-smile.

"Uh, okay, come with me to my office so we can talk," the doctor gestured to a door with a sign reading 'Room 5, Dr. John Watson P.H.D'. Doctor Watson showed you into his office and asked you to take a seat at his desk, where you assumed that patients would sit. "So, uh, you're looking for a job?" John asked with a sweet smile.

"Yeah," you responded while handing the doctor a C.V that you typed up quickly the night before. A sudden wave of nerves passed over you as John looked at the paper you had handed him. You knew that you needed a job and if you didn't get this you were practically screwed, if you couldn't prove that you were stable to your parents they would force you back home (despite you being a fully grown adult)

"You are indeed qualified, you can't work independently yet but I would gladly have you work along side me," the doctor remarked slowing down his speech on the last several words, "We have a nurse on maternity leave at the moment and if you do well we could arrange something more full-time."

"Thank you, I really appreciate this Doctor Watson," you could tell that he was abusing the power he had here. There wasn't a nurse on maternity leave because there were zero notices that you would expect to see and there isn't a free room where this nurse would reside. For some reason he really wanted to give you the job, you weren't even sure that he had that kind of authority.

"John, please," he insisted. As you both stood he held out his hand for you to shake it, "Can you start Friday?" John asked.

"Yes, I can."

"Goodbye, Y/N," John beamed as he showed you out. You smiled back at him as you left the building and walked onto the pavement. You had secured a job, a job you will benefit from and it will definitely lead to a better job in the future. You calmly walked back to the flat, content.