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Sherlock x reader meeting prt.1

Warnings: not really one, the subject death is used, but not much

Situation: meeting, Sherlock x reader, new flatmates
Note: y/n = your name, y/f/n = your full name

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You get out of the cab, you take a look around and take your suitcase out of the cabbies hand who got it out of the car for you. You pay the cabbie for the car ride and as he drives away you stand there for some minutes. You can hear your heart beating, and your hand started sweating a bit, you are very nervous because this is the day. The day you finally move in with your new flatmates.

<<Quick review of how you got there>>

One of your new flatmates, John Watson, was an old friend of yours, you knew him since preschool. When he started as an army doctor your contact cut off, but you continued visiting his sister Harriet sometimes. One day you called John on his phone as Harry told you about her brother, who recently moved back to London. You and John met, grabbed some coffee, sat down on a bench and he told you everything. He told you everything about Afghanistan, that he got shot and moved back to London because of that. He told you about his new flatmate and all the exciting stuff that was going on in his life. When he finished talking he put his arm around your shoulder and asked:

"And you? Tell me about your life. What have you been doing since our last meeting? It's been years. Anything interesting?"

Your smile faded and you looked down at the ground. Your first happy face turned into a sad one and you sighed:

"Well, me and my boyfriend broke up as I caught him cheating on me with another woman. Just some months after that my mother died by a car accident, and as my father died many years ago, I'm pretty alone right now. After my mothers death I couldn't concentrate on my work, so I got fired. I cant afford my flat anymore."

John looked shocked, he hugged you, but before you could say that you are okay, he took his phone out of his pocket and called someone. You pocked his arm and whispered :

"John? What are you doing? Who are you calling?"

He raised his finger in front of your face and started talking into his phone. He was talking to his flatmate, he said his name.. Sherlock.

"Sherlock, I told you that I am meeting my old friend y/n, remember?..... Well, we've found someone finally, are you free right now?....... Alright I'll be back in about 10 minutes, behave, would you? ....... right, thank you Sherlock. Bye!"

He put his phone back into his pocket, grabbed your arm and dragged you into a cab, every time you tried to say something he made that annoying "Shush" sound that you hated, so you just stopped talking and started thinking of all the things that could happen.

When you stepped out of the cab he dragged you into speedy's, the small café at bakerstreet. He sat you down on a chair at a table, in front of you was a man with curly, dark hair. He scanned you, until he told John to make you stand up, but not with words, with his hands. He studied you and walked away then. The only thing he did before he left the café was nodding at his flatmate. You looked confused and asked:

"John. What the hell was that?! WHO was that?!"

John just smirked and said: "Congratulations! I can offer you a new place to live! Do you, y/f/n/, want to be our new flatmate?"

You opened your eyes as wide as never before, jumped into his arms and shouted:

"REALLY? THANK YOU SO MUCH JOHN! SURE I WANT!!"

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Note from writer: I'm always happy about comments! Tell me if I made mistakes and tell me if you have ideas for the next story! I prefer to write in english but if you want a german story I can write in german too once in a while. Alright, next part will come soon, cheers! -Alissa