A/N: Hey everybody! Cumby4Life here! So, this is my first story and I just wanted to give you a little bit of info about it. First of all, updates will probably be random so don't expect another chapter at a specific time. Second of all, I'm sorry if it seems boring right now but the first few chapters will just be filler chapters. Finally, I apologize if Sherlock seems out of character but when I update more, I'll try to make him more like..."Sherlock." So, yeah. I hope you guys are enjoying my story so far! Bye!
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After we got our drinks and finished them, we headed back home. I continued to talk to Sherlock but he didn't seem to be listening. Finally giving up, I let him lead me back to 221B.
We stepped through the doorway and hung up our coats. I started to head back to my flat but Sherlock stopped me.
"Wouldn't you like to stay up here for awhile?" He asked innocently. I looked at him, surprised. He had a confusing personality.
"Um...sure." I replied nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. Sherlock smiled and I followed him into his flat. It was similar to mine but was furnished and had stacks of books, microscopes, and other science-related things scattered throughout the place. I was actually interested in science and had even thought of being a doctor at one point.
Sherlock gestured to a couch for me to sit on and I sat down gratefully. He walked to what looked like the kitchen. I heard him rummage through a few things and then he spoke.
"Would you like anything to drink?" I shook my head.
"No thanks." I responded politely. Sherlock didn't answer but it seemed like he was disappointed. I shrugged it off.
After getting his own tea, Sherlock came in to sit with me. He sat in an armchair across the room from me and sipped his tea quietly. He stared at me intently and I had a feeling he was deducing me.
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Sherlock gazed at Ella. Her large, dark, greenish-blue eyes flicked about the room, trying to avoid his gaze. He set down his tea and folded his hands under his chin in a mimicry of prayer. It had become a habit for him.
Ella noticed this and chuckled. Sherlock watched as her dark brown locks bounced lightly as she laughed at his strange habit. He couldn't help but smile himself. When he had first met Ella, he noticed she was different from other women. She wore only a little bit of makeup but yet she had soft, beautiful features. She was very tall and thin and she preferred to wear jeans, t-shirts, and tennis shoes. Whenever he was around her, he had a strange feeling. It was a warm, happy feeling. And for some reason, Sherlock found himself...attracted to her.
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Fate Doesn't Follow Rules
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED* Ella Sanders was a regular 25-year-old girl. When she was accepted into a university in London, she decided to attend. So, she packed up her things and left her life in America. She found a flat to stay in, 221C, but little did she kn...
