The Fortuitous Attraction

The Fortuitous Attraction

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Jane never saw it coming, and didn't expect it to suprise her. She just arrived in London and had no where to stay when she bumped into a kindly woman, Mrs. Hudson. who offered her a flat and, as she'd called him, an interesting flat mate. She said he called himself a high functioning sociopath, and got off on murders and cases. Jane had seen stranger things in her life, and didn't think twice about this strange man who she would be living with, after all, she was desperate. But when Jane and the consulting detective finally meet, it sets a ripple through both their lives. Nothing could get past Sherlock but will he still care for Jane after he finds out her reasoning for coming to London in the first place?
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221B Baker Street was not supposed to be my final destination. It was a pit stop. A temporary, financially questionable decision in one of the most expensive cities in the world. A place to exist quietly. To keep my head down, drink overpriced coffee, and avoid unpacking my emotional baggage. Then I met Sherlock Holmes. And quiet ceased to exist. One minute, I was just a tenant in a slightly dysfunctional flat. The next, I was the unwilling documentarian of absolute madness- ✔ Sherlock, the world's only consulting detective, who refuses to function like a normal human being. ✔ John Watson, who has reached new heights of exhaustion thanks to said detective. ✔ Mrs. Hudson, who is not a housekeeper but absolutely runs this place like a benevolent overlord. ✔ Molly Hooper, the forensic pathologist who is finally terrifying Sherlock (to my endless delight). ✔ Mycroft Holmes, who controls the British government but, more importantly, cannot figure out why I exist. ✔ Lestrade, who shows up mostly to suffer. ✔ And Rosie Watson, who is officially my tiny, all-knowing best friend. I am not a detective. I am not a hero. I am just the one thing Sherlock Holmes cannot deduce. My name is Safa. I babysit Rosie for extra cash, I document Baker Street's chaos out of sheer pettiness, and I gloat about my food just to drive Sherlock insane. I tell myself I don't belong here. That I am still just passing through. But the thing about living at Baker Street? You don't realize you're home until it's time to leave. And for once, Sherlock Holmes never saw it coming.

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