Never (A BBC Sherlock fanfiction)

Chapter 4

"The flight was short, yet terrible. The plane was full of screaming babies and farting men! I'm SO glad to be off!" Madelyn said to her phone. On the other line was Kandyce.
"That sounds... Ugh. I don't even know..." She replied.
"Exactly."
"Well, where are you now?"
"In a cab... On my way to Uncle John's."
"Oh, cool. Isn't he gay?"
"He says he isn't, but I don't trust that. He shares the flat with this guy named Sherlock Holmes. He sounds pretty gay, too."
Kandyce giggled, and the cab came to a stop.
"That's a 40, sweetheart." The cabbie said. Madelyn paid, grabbed her backs, and crawled out of the cab.
"Well, I'm at John's place. I have to go." Maddy said into the phone.
"Call me later!! Ooh, and see if you can catch John and Sherlock kissing or something!" She giggled.
"Okay!" Madelyn grinned and hung up, stuffing her iPhone into her small purse.
Madelyn studied the door of 221B Baker St. before knocking on it. An old lady opens the door quickly and gasps. "Oh!" She puts her hands together, "You must be Madelyn! You look prettier in person!"
"Um, thank you."
"Come in, come in!" She says, moving against the wall.
The flat seemed dark and cold, but after a few seconds it seemed warm.
"Boys! She's here!" Mrs. Hudson yelled.
John came running in the living room with only a bathrobe on.
"Madelyn!" He cried, "Oh my god! How you've grown! How are you?"
"Oh.. I'm okay..." She stuttered.
"Oh!" John looks at his way too short robe and shakes his head, "I'll just go, uh, change." He points up the stairs, and then glares at the man in a nearby chair. "You," he starts, "No deductions."
"Fine!" The man groans. His voice was low and soothing.
'Oh, that voice...' Madelyn thinks.
The man looks back at Madelyn, and in a sweet moment, he catches her glance. She grins.
"Hello," He says and stands, facing her, "You must be Madelyn Watson."
"Are you John's flatmate... Mr Holmes?"
"Mr Holmes is my brother. Just call me Sherlock."
"Beautiful name, Sherlock."
He furrows his eyebrows, "Thank you.."
A moment of silence passes until Sherlock groans, "I have to!" He yells.
"Have to what?"
"You are from Scotland, of course. The accent. Outer Glasgow? Yes.. Your mother died of an illness and father killed himself. John told me about your father. You're a fan of Doctor Who. You're shirt." Madelyn glanced down at her TARDIS shirt, her face turning red. "You're a fan of Tolkien, are you not? Elvish writing on your forearm. The n-"
"SHERLOCK!" John yells from the stairs, "I told you not to!"
Sherlock crinkles his nose, and sits backs in his chair.
Madelyn watches his every move. 'How did he know I'm from Glasgow..?' She thinks.

Sherlock leans back in his chair, closing his eyes and lifting his sleeve off his forearm, where Madelyn could see 2 patches.
"What are those?" She quietly asks, walking closer to him.
"Nicotine patch. No, you cannot have one."
"I didn't... I don't want one."
Sherlock sighs and opens his eyes quickly.
"Are you always like this?"
"Like what?" He glares at her.
"Like... How you have been today."
"Yes, I suppose. Why?"
"I like it. You're very unique, Mr Ho- Sherlock. It's cool."