Ginger Watson

221c Baker Street

"There, you got the rest?"

John had just helped me carrying in the last of my items that were stored in three boxes.

I had these last few days been moving in my stuff to my new little flat in 221c Baker Street. Quite nice place actually.

The nice landlady who gave me room I had met every time I got here. She seemed almost like some old relative of mine... Like a grandmother or something from that list.

"Yes! Thank you, cuz."

I said, giving my cousin am assuring nod.

"Great! I'll be gone then." He said and clapped his hands together.

John is my cousin. And I'd say we were almost closer than what he and Harry is, but still we have these awkward moments where we aren't sure wetter to hug or just say goodbye and leave.

Like now... John just stood there looking quickly around the still unfinished flat before he turned on his heels. "Right." Was all he said before he disappeared upstairs and out to meet his fiancé, Mary.

"Right.." I whispered to myself and trailed my eyes over the little place.

Alright... It wasn't really that small considering she's the only one living downstairs.

-Time Skip-

"Eh.." I sighed as I stood tip toed on top of an old wooden chair, trying to attach the final shelf to the wall.

The height was something that ran in he Watson family.

I myself only roamed 163 cm over the ground. So trying to attach the shelf this high up was one of the things I was cursed with.

Just then as I was about to screw the final screw on place, the door swung up and a dark and loud voice rang through the room. "John?!"

The sudden pop of my bubble of concentration cause me to loose my already unsteady balance and fly clumsily down form the chair. "Ah!"

Before I could even react, I laid their with one leg under the chair the other on top. And the shelf was hanging down, attached to only one screw.

"Oh for gods sake.." I growled, noticing my lack of food and sleep started to tear on my mood.

"Oh Ehm.. I thought John was here." I heard the manly voice say.

I sat up, wincing a little before turning my head toward the voice. All I saw was a tall dark haired man standing right behind me.

"Yea, he's hiding under the sofa." I said spat with sarcasm before he bent don't and grabbed me under my arms and dragging me up like I was some little kid.

"Oh.. Thank you." I mumbled as I tried to get on my feet so he didn't have to literally lift me. Finally, with both my feet on the ground I turned around to finally get a proper view of the stranger.

"Don't mention it. Where's John?"

He asked, sliding his hands to rest in his trouser pockets.

"He went out like.." I paused as I looked at my ten year old watch before continuing. "Four hours ago.. With that Mary woman."

The man furrowed his eyebrows, looking almost slightly confused. "Really? I thought I asked him to go and get the milk."

I rose an eyebrow at him. Although he had helped me up form the ground, it was his fault I fell in the first place.

So I was annoyed with him. And the fact that he was good looking made me even more annoyed with him... And myself.

"When did you ask him about that?"