I had just gotten off of the train a little while ago and finally I've hailed a cab!
"Where to, Miss?" the driver asked after I loaded my belongings into his trunk.
"221B Baker Street, please." I said casually, looking out the window.
"As you wish." he replied quietly starting the vehicle.
I stared out the window thinking about all that had happened in the past 48 hours. It all started when Mum and I got into an argument. What about I don't know, but knowing her, it was probably something ridiculous. It got pretty loud, maybe even a bit violent on my part against Mum's innocent dishware, but either way it aroused Dad, who joined in as well. With the two of them fighting for the same side, I knew I didn't have a chance at winning, so I thought I might as well end it now. I just sort of walked away from it all. I packed my bags, looked around my room for the last time, then walked right out the front door, I wasn't going to take any more of it. I set off down to the train station, walking all the way and boarded a train that let off close to where my brother is. When I got situated on the train I texted him a brief message.
Leaving home and staying with you, you can't change my mind, be there soon.
After that I turned off my phone and waited for the ride to end, and now we're here in the cab, almost to my destination. The driver turned onto Baker Street and pulled up to a tall apartment building. On the door was the address I had been searching for. 221B Baker Street.
"Here it is, Miss." he said, looking back at me.
"Thank you" I replied curtly as I handed him the cash to pay for my ride then climbed out of the cab and pulled my things out of the trunk, lugging them up the front steps of my brother's building.
I knocked on the door and waited for a response when a short, older, lady answered.
"Hello, Love, what can I do for you?" she asked sweetly, smiling at me.
"I'm here to see Sherlock Holmes, he's expecting me." I said, not cracking a smile, not being one to trust others quickly.
"Oh, well in that case, follow me!" she said, smiling unwaveringly.
I followed her up a set of stairs to a black wooden door. I thought the woman was going to knock on the door at least, but she just barged right in, leaving me to follow.
"SHERLOCK! You have a visitor, said you were expecting them." she shouted walking around the house searching for him.
Looking around, I could tell by the mess that this was most definitely my brother's place. The woman turned around to face me, still smiling.
"You can sit down here dear, and I will go and find him, alright? Be right back. SHERLOCK!!!" the woman wandered off as I sat down.
It was really quiet in this place, well, accept for that woman's shouting. I heard the sound of a bit of a clatter by the doorway as the front door opened again and in walked my brother. He walked right past me and went through the house or so I thought, until he back tracked to where I was sitting and looked at me, confused. Then he went through the house and started shouting.
"Mrs. Hudson!!! Mrs. Hudson!!!" he shouted.
Just then that woman appeared back in the room where I was sitting, exactly at the same time as Sherlock came back.
"There you are, Sherlock! I was looking all over for you! You have a guest, said that you were expecting them." the woman, who I guess was Mrs. Hudson, said.
"You just let this girl into my home, trusting every word she say?" he questions, a tense edge to his voice.
"Well, she said you were-" I cut the lady off.
"Sherlock, I texted you when I left, you knew I was coming, unless of course you've ignored my texts, which I wouldn't be surprised." I said, sending him an icy glare.
"Do you know each other then?" Mrs. Hudson asked, looking between me and Sherlock.
"Of course we know each other, she's my sister, for God's sake!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, so you do remember me? I'm surprised, we haven't seen each other in quite a long time." I remarked sarcastically, still not breaking my stare from my brother.
"I guess I will leave you two alone then." Mrs. Hudson whispered as she exited the room quickly, shaking her head.
"What are you doing here, then?" Sherlock asked bitterly as he sat down lazily in his armchair.
"To live here." I said, sounding obvious.
"I'm not stupid, Simone, I mean why are you living here?" he looked at me annoyed.
"You tell, me, Sherly, deduce it." I smiled when I saw how his face tensed when I called him by his childhood nickname.
He looked at me, then pulled out his phone and scrolled through it before looking back at me.
"Your texts indicate a sense of urgency and sickness, but not like an illness, more like you've had enough of something. The dark circles under your eyes show that you haven't been sleeping well, meaning whatever it is has been keeping you up. Knowing the background of the people you've been living with, I will assume they've been driving you insane, probably because you didn't turn out like they hoped, well, more like they never expected you to happen in the first place, you being the accident, so I assume it's our dear parents that drove you to insanity, and you needed to get away. Plus, knowing we both have a strong distaste for Mycroft, I was your last option." he looked at me with a smirk after he finished his deduction.
"Correct." I growled.
"So, you want to live here?" he asked, looking at me with an unreadable expression.
"I don't want to, I'm just going to." I stated arrogantly.
"Well, th-" the door opened quickly, cutting Sherlock off and making us both look to the door where a short man was standing. He had sandy brown hair and a tired looking face with a hint of confusion running across it when he saw me.
"Ah, John, good you got my message!" Sherlock exclaimed as he jumped up from the chair and went by the door shouting out of it.
"Mrs. Hudson, tea, now!" he shouted, then walked back to his chair and sat down.
"Sherlock, you said it was urgent, what's wrong?" the man who I currently learned was John inquired.
"This is what is urgent." Sherlock said, gesturing to me with the flourish of a hand.
"A girl?" John asked looking at me wearily.
"Yes, apparently my dear sister will be living here now, so I thought you should meet her." Sherlock said, looking bored.
"You never mentioned you had a sister." he said, sitting down on the arm chair opposite of my brother.
"Really, Sherlock!" I exclaimed, annoyed at the fact that I was never mentioned.
"Look, I'm sorry, but you being the accident and all, you tend to slip my mind." he said defensively.
"Well then..." I grumbled to myself.
"Aren't you a bit young to be siblings with him?" John asked me suspiciously.
"Well, considering the fact that our parents can't keep their hands off each other, no, I'm not." I said, looking at him like he was stupid, which by the way he acted, he seemed to be so.
"Accident!" Sherlock pretended to sneeze, slipping the word.
"Oh shut up!!!" I shouted at him.
"I'm just telling the facts, I mean it's easy to see, I mean look at you!" he remarked defensively.
"Just because I have short hair, wear better hats than you, and wear normal clothes does not make me an accident. I'm more of a blessing compared to you and Mycroft." I retorted, earning a snort from John.
"Still you weren't meant to happen." Sherlock said quietly, hoping I wouldn't hear.
"Well, I did, so you'll have to deal with me." I replied, smiling.
"I like her!" John commented, extending his hand to me, "I'm Dr. John Watson." he said shaking my hand and smiling.
"Pleasure to meet you Dr. Watson, I'm Simone Holmes."