The Scarlet Aria (BBC Sherlock and OC Fanfic)

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 "Yes, and I would love some. White tea, yeah?" She has cats... but where are they? Also a small rodent is living in the cage in one of the rooms, a hedgehog. Hedgehogs look like John at the right angles, but that's not the point. Where are the cats..."Scarlett, you have cats, but I can't quite place where they are."

"Oh, my cats. They have a room upstairs, it has toys and a little cat fortress,"She walked around to the staircase and made a kissing sound,"Ash, Zeus, Lucky!"

Three cats walked to her and she pet them,"Ironic name for a black cat."

"Yes, that's the point,"She picked Ash up,"This one is my favorite... If you can't tell by how fat he is."

"I like the siamese,"John said as it rubbed against his leg,"I assume this is Zeus."

"You assume correctly,"Scarlett said as Ash jumped down,"I love these cats, and I also have a hedgehog, but he's kinda pissy right now."

"I've never seen a hedgehog before,"John said holding a cat. I guess he's never looked in a mirror, either that or he doesn't know what they look like,"Stop making that face Sherlock."

"What face?"

"The one you make when you mock me in your head."

"That's not a face, I make a face when I do that? I should stop making the face,"I ranted to nobody in particular.

"You should stop mocking me that's what."

"I can go get him if you want,"She pointed to the room he was in,"It'll only take a moment."

"Of course Scarlett,"I said to make her walk away,"Now John, where were we. Oh right, do I really make a face?"

"Yes you do Sherlock,"He sighed and sat back,"Every time."

Oh well. A yelp could be heard from the other room,"Bloody hell Quill! Calm down for one minute."
"You okay in there?" John asked.

"Doing bloody great!" She walked over with a bundle of blanket in her hand,"Who wants to hold him?" John held his hands out,"Okay I'm only putting Quill in your hands and not the blanket. Your hands are tough yes?"

"I suppose so,"She took a small creature out of the plush and set it in John's hands,"It's adorable."

"Don't let his looks deceive you. I've had him for a little over a year now and he's a little bugger,"Scarlett watched as John transferred the creature from one hand to another,"Would you like to hold him Sherlock?"

"Not at the moment,"I sighed, looking at the violin case at the other side of the room.

"Would you like to play me violin?"

"Yes,"I replied springing up out of my seat and grabbing the case,"You took it to the repair shop, but you never left us."

"I have other "friends" okay? Alexander comes in every week and takes my violin to tune and repair it. He has a key if I don't open up,"She said as I tended to the bow,"He's actually very good at it."

  "Yes, I see,"I put the bow down and started to play, but stopped,"Do you have a cpoy of your compositions?"

"You'll have to help me,"She smiled,"Up in my studio, I have three file-boxes of my music both instrumental and vocal."

"You sing?"

"That's what I said,"John budded in with the creature on his shoulder.

"Let me see them,"I requested, genuinely interested. She lead me up a flight of stairs into a large room that was filled to the brim with a bunch of random ojects and files,"You're a photographer?"