BBC Sherlock Imagines

Moving In - Sherlock

This is actually my very first Sherlock Fan-fiction, so I hope you like it... enjoy

I am going to say that the character is strongly based off of me, but YN instill used instead of my name

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I walk up the steps of 221B Baker Street. I have moved in with my cousin John Watson, today being my first day at the Flat. I didn't own much, a suitcase full of clothes and notebooks, a briefcase full of work stuff and a Cello case on my back.

I pull up the collar of my long coat as I reach the top of the staircase. As I knock I hear two voices talking to one another, " Oh, she's here... Sherlock, I need you to be nice...Don't, don't be rude," I voice says, I recognize the voice and I place it to Johns face.

"Come on John I'm bored, I've been in the house all day, not a single client." A deeper voice whines. " just... Sherlock, I am going to open this door... I don't want you to scare her away," John says. theres a moment of silence before the door is opened and I come face to face with mu cousin.

"ahhh, YN so good to see you,"'John says as he embraces me in a hug, " It's good to see you too" I say as we pull away. "Please come in, I can take your things to your room," John takes my suitcase and briefcase from my hands and slips my cello onto his back.

"Thanks John," I yell as he walks away, with his an awkward silence fills the room. I Rock back and fourth on my feet, my gaze changing from place to place.

John walks back into the front room, "Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce my Flat Mate, This is Sherlock Holmes-" John says gesturing to the tall dark haired man sitting in an arm chair, hands together and under his chin in prayer position. "Sherlock this is my cousin YN/LN... Sherlock, YN... YN, Sherlock." John says awkwardly.

"You can talk you know," John says kicking Sherlock in the shin, John looks back up at me and smiles. " you said not to make any deductions, so I'm not speaking... Gosh she's so obvious... please John," Sherlock begs. "Fine, but nothing rude" John sighs giving in to Sherlock's childish please.

Sherlock stands "Alright... YN is it?" I nod, "I can tell that you enjoy writing... and-" Sherlock looks my body up and down "- you also have taken a liken got the sport of swimming... I can't imagine why, swimming takes up energy, and is boring... swimming lap after lap, doing the same thing over and over again."

My lips part in awe, "How did you-" I begin only to be interrupted by Sherlock.

"First off your posture, it's slightly slouched, which suggest you spend a great deal of time at a desk. Your left hand had ink marks on, that does not only mean that you are right handed but but you are also easily distracted... you must have subconsciously drawn on yourself... you were distracted by talking to John, about I'd say 30 minutes ago, I heard you two talking... you might call that cheating but I call in listening... shall I continue?" Sherlock asks with a grin on his face, "Please do."

"Your posture would be worse, but your trying to fix it to benefit your cello playing... i assume thats what was in the case." I nod my head.

"You have broadened shoulders, but not naturally... you do something, a physical activity often to strengthen your arms, and-"

I cut Sherlock off, "How would you know that I swim, I could do something else." I say taunting him.

"yes but I noticed you have strong legs that I can only guess comes from a great deal of kicking, But what really sealed the swim thing is how long you could hold your breath... When John left to go take your stuff to your room the situation became awkward for you... your social anxiety kicked in and you began to hold your breath... for almost two minutes... I was counting." Sherlock finishes and then sits down.

"Very well done Sherlock, I suppose I could deduct a thing or two about you too." I say a smirk now planted on my lips, "Go ahead, read me." Sherlock says stretching his arms out, away from his sides.

"Alright, you too play and instrument... Judging by how your left hand is more calloused than the other... Perhaps from fingering with your left and bowing with the right-" I pause for a moment before continuing "- You have light scars above your left collar bone, the scars aren't from cuts, but from having the area of your neck rubbed to hard... I have the same things on the tops of my feet from using flippers."

" Since the scars are on your neck, I can rule out cello and bass. The two lines are closer together so I would guess that you play the Violin... now tell me Mr. Sherlock Holmes, is that correct?"I say raising my eyebrows and cocking my head back slightly.

"Very" Sherlock mutters with a dazed expression dancing through his eyes.

I look over at John Who has a goofy grin plastered on his face, " I am going to have a lot of fun with this, aren't I?" John says to himself, "YN, I didn't know you could do that" He says, "Do what?" I ask "That-" John gestures to me and Sherlock "- What you just did... your just like him."

"Here why don't you two go get to know each other... go have lunch together or something." John says pushing the two of us out the door.

As me and Sherlock walk down the stairs, An elderly woman walks up them "Oh Sherlock, who is this?" She asks. "Mrs. Hudson, this is John's cousin YN... She just moved in and me and her are going to go get lunch." Sherlock says as we make our way to the door.

"Oh, well have fun then." Mrs. Hudson says a wide grin growing on her face. "We will." Sherlock replies.

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