Annabella Hudson (Sherlock fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Hello auntie Martha!" I shouted down the hallway as I entered the flats that are 221 Baker Street. My auntie lives in the bottom flat, I don't really know who lives in the top flat but I do know it's two men

"Auntie Martha, so that's your first name is it Mrs. Hudson?" I heard a male voice coming from the kitchen. "I should have your head for that! Cheeky man." My auntie muttered as she walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway, scolding whoever was in the kitchen.

She cupped my face with her hands and kissed my cheeks leaving red lip marks on them. "How have you been duckie?" She asked me with a concerned look in her eyes. I knew what she was thinking. "I'm fine auntie M, honest." I assured her

I didn't realise there was any music playing until the violin stopped and I heard footsteps on the stairs. "No you're not, simple hairstyle with stylish clothes, your style would suggest at least light makeup but you're not wearing any. You have dark circles around your eyes from sleepless nights, you have bruises and scratches on your hand that would suggest you have thrown several punches against something hard such as a wall. Your t-shirt under your jumper has a mustard stain on the collar which would suggest you have been either eating sloppily or eating excessively, both known ways of dealing with grief or negative feelings." The man walks up to me, and sniffs me "judging by your dress sense you would usually be clean wearing a sweet smelling perfume but right now you smell like you haven't had a shower for at least three days." The man steps back, I survey him, he's wearing a shirt, a bath robe and suit trousers, but no shoes or socks. I cringe as be wiggles his toes.

"Sherlock don't creep out the new resident." I hear the first male voice say. I turn round to face the owner of the voice and the first thing I notice is that this man has grey hair but a fairly young face. Second thing I notice is that this man is also wearing a shirt but unlike the other man he it wearing a coat, a pair of jeans and shoes.

"'My name is John Watson. I am an ex resident if this house. I have only just moved out because I got married." He said smiling as he held out his hand for me to shake. "And this strange man that just told you how you have felt and what you have been doing over the past week just by looking at you is my good friend Sherlock Holmes. You'll take my old room on the second floor but don't worry, this guy won't try anything, he's an emotionless bastard most of the time." He said with a slight chuckle

"I am not! I just concentrate better than most." He said with little emotion in his voice.

"Right I need to bring my stuff in, there's boxes on the stairs outside. I had to get my father's old friend to help me because there are quite a few boxes but he had to go... Where's the room?" I looked around the floor nervously, one hand playing with the strap on my duffle bag and the other subconsciously scratching the back of my head.

"I'll help you, I'm the only one here with the strength or compassion to help here." The man known as John Watson suggested

"I'll go put tea on." Auntie Martha sighed.

"Thankyou auntie Martha." I said pulling her into a hug before going to help the man with the boxes."thankyou Mr. Watson" I said gratefully as I lifted two of the boxes

"It's Dr. Watson actually but please just call me John. I'll be over often enough."

"Doctor huh? Does that mean you'll be able to tend any of our wounds?"

"Yes, I am fully qualified to tend wounds and treat illnesses. Speaking of wounds, your hands need cleaning up and checking for fractures."

"Oh, yeah. A full week of grieving does contain punching stuff daily. Mainly hard stuff."

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