It was a cold and blustery day. I had my collar turned up against the wind. All the people passing were just a blur. Finally, I saw it. 221c Baker Street.
I let the knocker fall. The knocker to 221b was skewed to the left. Someone obviously pulled the door shut using the knocker. Probably didn't even realize it either, based on the fact that it wasn't straightened.
An older woman opened the door and ushered me in, introducing herself as Mrs. Hudson.
"You must be Allison Cooper! Come on in, love, and I'll fix you a cuppa." I was practically overwhelmed by her motherly attentiveness as she swept me past the stairs and into my new flat which was in the basement. "But remember, I'm not your housekeeper."
I nodded as she handed me a cup of tea. It was good tea. I realized I was standing in the middle of a sparse flat in my parka and boots, holding a cup of tea. I set the cup down on the mantle and pulled my coat off and hung it in the coat closet. Time to move in.
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221c - A Sherlock Fanfiction
FanfictionAllison Cooper is not your average girl. She is an intelligent loner, a social outcast of sorts. Moving to London seemed the best plan when she had some family troubles, and she takes 221c Baker Street, the flat right under the man who will change h...
