Brilliant - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter 1

A gust of wind ruffled the sleeping leaves on the floor, rummaging them across the cold pavement. As the wind slowed the public arranged themselves around a pair of muddy converse shoes which were stood firmly on the pavement. Attached to these shows was Maya, her brown hair whipping her face in the cold breeze and her thin coat wrapped tightly around her in a feeble attempt to keep warm.

A small brown case was in her hand, it didn't look like much but it held each of Maya's earthly possessions. Everything she owned was in this case, a worn pair of pyjamas, an empty photo frame and a pretty silver charm bracelet. The bracelet was normally wrapped around Maya's wrist but as she had been sleeping on park-benches for the last week, she was fearful it would be stolen.

She looked up at what was ahead of her. A set of stony steps and a large black door. There was a handsome silver knocker and in a similar colour were three numbers and a letter, nailed into the black wood. It read 221B and Maya was standing on the cement tiles of Baker Street.

She was having a battle in her mind, should she knock or should she run. Her heart was in her throat yet her chest was pounding nervously. Her entire body was shaking and Maya knew that however scared she was, she'd have to walk forward and knock, if not to carry out her true reason of being here then to at least warm up.

Maya stepped forward, her heart thumping heavier with every step. Her trembling fingers reached out and took the silver knocker and she let it fall three times against the door before letting it drop back into place.

She stood anxiously for a few moments on the doorstep, Nervously rocking onto her toes as she waited.

Soon enough, a series of loud clicks came from the other side of the door and the wooden door swing open to reveal an elderly lady, her brown hair in tight curls on her head and looking curious.

She gasped loudly when she saw Maya stood there and then blushed and shook her head.

"I'm so sorry! You just look like someone I used to know..."

Maya smiled at the lady, she seemed harmless although this was exactly the reaction she was hoping for. She assumed this was he landlady. The keeper of 221B Baker Street.

"It's no problem, I'm here looking for Sherlock Holmes. Is he here?"

"Yes of course, do you have an appointment dear?"

"No I don't. I can assure you he'll want to see me though."

"A lot of people say that my love. Can I take a name?"

"Yes. My name is Maya. Maya Holmes."

Maya jumped as the woman screamed. She was staring at Maya intently, studying her.

"Well where are my manners? Quickly, come in out the cold. You look frozen - that coat can't be very effective!" The woman bundled Maya inside, her business like tome suddenly turning warm and nurturing.

"Mrs Hudson! Who was at the door?"

A voice travelled down the stairs, it had an irritated tone as if angry that it should be interrupted. A low clattering occurred and then a stomping of footsteps. Maya felt nervous again, this must be Sherlock Holmes - the very person she had intended to see and now he was walking down the stairs.

A pair of smart black shoes became visible, followed by a pair of smart grey trousers and then suit jacket, finally followed by a thin face with a mop of black curly hair. Maya watched him, teeth nibbling nervously on her lip. As he stopped she attempted a smile that probably came out as more than a pout.

He was starring at her, just at Mrs. Hudson had done, although this time he didn't look curious. He recognised her. He eyes were wide and his eyebrows were furrowed as though he was trying to calculate her.

"Who are you?" He said sharply, hopping down the final few steps and drawing himself up right in front of her.

There were certain similarities between the two. The obvious one being their sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Maya also had soft curls in her long hair, similar to Sherlock although his were tight and short.

"I'm Maya. I think I might be your daughter..."