A new Holmes a new life (Sherlock x reader)

The new flat mate (Chapter 1)

3rd person P.O.V

Bags packed train ticket in hand and a want, now need to get away from your family has all led to this. You moving out, and not to just down the street or to the closest city. No too close to home, you had to move to a different country.England.

Living in Scotland with your mum and her boyfriend was draining your souls from your body. Like the alien in the first episode where the doctor meats Martha Jones and the alien uses a straw to shuck the blood out of her victims. Your mum was the old woman and the straw, a pain in the neck and draining your life drop by drop.

The only way to get away from the straw monster (you now call her but not to her face) is to move out. And you are.

Y/N P.O.V

Everything is packed the flat is secured and the straw monster is long gone.
I think on the train half way to England. I have a list you see to you know list....things like... Phone..check, charger...check, headphones...check, CV....check, art supplies...check, violin...check, violin music....check and most importantly doctor who references...that would be a timey wimy check with a bow tie on top.

I check the address of where I will be staying '221 b Baker Street flat C.' Cool.
I hope the landlady won't mind my violin.

~timey wimy time skip brought to by eyebrows~

Hear I am. 221 b Baker Street, looks nice. I like it. I walk up to the door and knock four times (like in doctor who).
I hear a key get placed into the lock and an old woman is standing there. "Oh dear you must be the new girl that called about the flat in the basement, correct?" She smiles at me and I nod putting my violin case down. "Yes, I'm Y/N L/N nice to meat you Mrs Hudson" I put my hand out and she shakes it.

Mrs Hudson shows me my new flat and I get to work. I paint the door TARDIS blue and I put my flat key round my neck. The walls were easy as I paint them like the Van Gogh pairing of the night sky, but just the starts. Next the furniture was just a cace of moving it, i polished the floor and set up my canvis for later. My bedroom was just my personality all over the walls, with posters of doctor who, avengers and my art work. Music sheets were every where for a time when I had an idea and so far no luck.

~Beaming time skip to the next day brought to you by scotty~

Gunshots. Shouting. A door slam and swearing. What a way to wake up at....3am. Well that's been a lie in for me. Not! Then again I could get up and make some tea, how British of me. I make my self laugh.

After the beautiful whistle of my kettle I make my tea and I hop on over to the glorious land of Netflix. Half way through a who-a-thon there was two sharp knocks at my door and I couldn't resist it "who's there? The doctor or maybe a kind bugler hobbit?" The voice I hear back is one of kindness and apology. "Sorry if I woke you its just my flat mate Sherlock was being a moody teenager, shooting wall because he was board" I giggle at what my ears did hear and I run to open the door.

A small man just a tad smaller than me stood in my door way, sandy blond hair and kind eyes. He reminds me of a hobbit and I smile down at him. "Do come in I have just made tea, my name is L/N, Y/N L/N license to be awesome" I smirk. The hobbit man, my new nickname for him sat down and laughed "I am John Watson nice to meat you" little did I know in that one nearing I had changed my life for dull and boring to a lot of running and insults.