"Hey Sherlock?" No reply. I was over at his flat because Mary was having dinner with some friends, a girls' night. So, I was stuck here, at 221b, with a sulky, unresponsive arse. Great.
"Sherlock!"
"What. What is so important, John?" He sounds so enthusiastic. I thought sarcastically.
"I think you have a new neighbor, in 221c. I saw the moving van and everything. Maybe you should go say hello and introduce yourself?"
"Ugh. Neighbors. Neighbors are boring. Introductions are boring. People are boring, John!"
"Yes, yes, I know, everything is boring! Just please don't shoot the walls again! And it's only human decency to introduce yourself to a new neighbor!"
"Decent. Ugh. Decent is boring!"
I stuck my head out of the kitchen to see him sprawled out on the couch, like a giant, skinny, pale, genius starfish. He was wearing sweatpants, a white tee shirt, and his usual blue dressing gown.
"Fine, stubborn arse. I'll do it for you." To this he had no reply. Only stared at the ceiling, unmoving, save for the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
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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...
