Sherlock Holmes and John Watson

Prologue

Thank you to those who are trying my story. My grammar is quite horrid, so I welcome criticism as I can learn from my mistakes and make sure my stories are perfect.

I do not Own Sherlock Holmes or anything

Prologue

Bored.... Blink

Bored.... Blink

Bored.... Eye twitch

Bored....Arms flailing

Boredom is worse than death, a petite girl with black hair grimly thought. As you can see, our main character is beyond bored....no, bored is an understatement of how bored she is. Oh? Do you want to know who this young girl is? Well, first off, her name is Sherlock Holmes. She is a 20 years old lady detective, though many people think that she's only 12 with her short height of 4ft and 7 inches. Right now, she is bored out of her mind and waiting on a new guest who might be a permanent resident if all things goes well.

"Why.....am I not dead due to this boredom..." Sherlock's head turned toward the window and saw her violin sitting lonely at the corner of her window. Sighing, she got up from the old fashioned bed, went toward the window, and delicately picked up her polished violin. Even though she does have many hobbies, she does pride in herself for keeping her violin in a suitable condition.

She gently lifted the violin and put the instrument on her shoulder and breathed deeply. And, oh...oh, if you could just hear her music right now, you would be crying for the music was just breathtaking. Her petite body swayed as her bow flew across the instrument. Her fingers danced on the instrument like a ballerina dancing across the stage. And just as she went into the climax of her music, a voice called out.

"Sherlock, dear...Dear," Mrs. Hudson called out rather loudly, Mrs. Hudson was the sweet landlady who takes care of the apartment and sometimes would help Sherlock with whatever she needed. I must say I am very impressed with how Mrs. Hudson can handle Sherlock since...Well, let's just say that she can be quite difficult sometimes, actually no, scratch that, Sherlock is a Demon.

Sherlock's eyes twitch, annoyed at the interruptance.

Really, why must you always call me at the most inconvenient time? The time where I am actually doing something productive, Sherlock sighed in annoyance and placed her instrument back in its original place before answering back, "No need to shout, I can hear you just fine, I am not deaf, you know."

Sherlock then put on her signature black overcoat on top of her petite frame. She walked down the stairs and to Mrs. Hudson.

"Honestly, Hudson, why must you call me whenever I am busy. I do hope you called me because you actually need something and not because you want to share another one horrid story about your childhood or your family." Sherlock crossed her arms over her chest and gave a pointed look at, to which Mrs. Hudson sweetly smiled back, not even the slightest bothered by the rude manners of Sherlock.

'Well, your roommate is here," she answered back with a calm but sweet face, not even fazed by what Sherlock just had said. Like I say, Mrs. Hudson, you are something.

Then a man of somewhat of a tall figure, 5ft 11 inches, Sherlock guessed from looking at him, came stepping out looking curiously at Sherlock. Now that, my reader, is our second main character, his name is John Watson, he is a Doctor. Well, he used to serve in the British Army before he was injured and was unable to continue serving after his injury. The army sends him back after he recovered from his injuries and sends him 11 shillings and 6 pence every month before he realizes that he did not have enough money to last for long. Since then, he has been searching for a roommate and it just so happens that he found a flyer with Sherlock's name saying that she needs a roommate. What he did not know was that his life changed the moment he met the spunky, hotheaded, genius, Sherlock Holmes.

"His name is John Watson," Mrs. Hudson informed Sherlock.

John continued to stare at her before saying "Oh, I did not know that Sherlock Holmes had a daughter."

Sherlock's face was filled with so much blood lust, you could cut it with a knife. Sherlock's long bangs covered her face for a moment before her emerald gem eyes snapped up to his face.

"I have you know, I am Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock's voice dripped with malice.

Eyes wide, John could only stare at the young woman whom he mistook for a child. "My apol..." he started

"Do not an apology if you do not mean it," she snapped, "and stop looking at me like a stupid dog."

Seeing how this would end, Mrs. Hudson chose this moment to interrupt their somewhat of civil conservation.

"Dear, I'm making tea. Would you like some?" She asked both of them.

Sherlock spun around, her hair whipping around, and growled out, " First of all, do not interrupt my conservation. Second, why must you ask me if I want tea if you know I'm just going to say no."

John's eyes widen even further as if they could widen any further. He simply could not believe that they were this much fire in that small body.

Before John or could say anything, Sherlock spoke again.

"And, John or should I say a fighter from the Second Anglo-Afghan War, I do play the violin quite frequently and I do quite like experimenting. So if you have a problem with any of that, then I suggest you search for a new roommate." With that, Sherlock stormed up back to her room and closed the door with a resounding bang.

"How did she know that?" John asked, stunned that Sherlock had figured out what his old occupation was.

Mrs. Hudson only smiled at John, "Well that, I guess is for you to find out since I don't even know myself, or at least not much. I do hope you will still consider Sherlock's offer, Sherlock is not usually this bad...well.... never mind. Point is, I do hope you will become Sherlock's flatmate. Heaven knows, she needs to talk to someone besides an old lady like me."

John could only stare at her as if she was crazy as she sweetly back at him. John sighed with regret and knew that as soon as he accepts the offer, his life will never be the same again.

He thought for a moment before hesitantly answered, "Yes, I accept the offer." He did not know how those simple words would change his life forever.

"Wonderful! Trust me, your life will never be the same again," Mrs. Hudson gushed out.

"Oh, don't I know it," John muttered back.

As soon as John accepts the offer, his life will be a roller coaster. He will experience things that he had never experienced before. Sherlock will forever change how John Watson sees the world.

This is the story of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

End

I know what you all are thinking, how could you make Sherlock short! She was tall in the original, why would you change it. Here's why: I based Sherlock on Victorique de Blois, who is a detective from Gosick, which is an awesome anime. When I started writing this story, I thought Sherlock and Victorique de Blois were both quite similar, so I thought why not based my character on Victorique. So I hope you understand and will give this story a chance.