Side of the Angels (superwholock)

Chapter 1

(Sherlock's POV)

I sat in my easy chair in my flat, my hands perched against my chin in frustration. I had heard someone ring the doorbell, and Mrs. Hudson was taking an age to answer it.

"Why can't you just answer it for once?" My flat mate John questioned, who was sitting on the couch to my left, typing away at his blog.

I simply gave him an annoyed look. "I'm busy, of course."

John simply rolled his eyes. "You've been staring into space for three hours."

I then heard the faint voice of Mrs. Hudson calling my name from downstairs, but paid her no mind. "Really, John, your powers of observation cease to amaze me."

Mrs. Hudson then peeked her wrinkly face into the doorway. "There's a young man here to see you, Sherlock. I told him I wasn't sure if you were taking clients today. He's an odd sort. American, I think..."

"Obviously." I responded without hesitation. "Probably here to bore me with some tedious diplomatic issue."

"Sherlock..." I detected a hint of weariness in John's voice.

I ignored him and continued, "really, John. The geometric complexities of the couch are probably more interesting to analyse than some sad little American's problems."

"Sherlock-" John interrupted once more. Did he really like saying my name that much?

"I swear, there's nothing in this world that could surprise me any more. Go on, Mrs. Hudson, tell him I'm not seeing clients today. Oh I don't care, tell him I'm sick."

"I think you should tell him yourself." John replied. Finally, moving on from proper nouns! But, he did seem to have a point.

I looked over to where John's eyes were locked, and saw a man standing there.

"Sherlock Holmes," he said in a gravelly American accent. "I don't have time for games."