DISCLAIMER: I have not created and do not own the following characters mentioned within this writing 

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It's been four months since you broke up with (Pick a name), the faint harsh memories of him still wandered your muddled brain. Everything seemed to become a flurried blur after that night, nothing felt right anymore; not even the flat you owned. But today was different. Today you were moving into a new welcoming flat with charming neighbours (or so you hoped) and a replenished lifestyle.

The sky was dark as a torrential downpour soaked into your (colour) coat, it had become more of a dripping towel at this point.

"Argh, come on come on!" You squealed slightly as a rushing cab splashed a bitter puddle into your general direction, soaking you even more.

"Almost.... there!" A sudden burst of wind tackled your (colour) hair causing it to flail wildly into your face. Could today get any worse? Perhaps so. Fumbling into your bag for a set of keys the rain carried on its intense rhythm of biting raindrops, the door wouldn't budge.

"Are you kidding me?!" Shoving the weight of your body onto the slick jet door it again still did not budge.
"... For f*ck sake..." You muttered harshly as you once again pounded onto the door. Maybe it needed some more 'persuasion' backing up a substantial amount you readied a shoulder for its impact onto the door. Charging like a maniac you clamped your eyes shut before you came into contact with the door. A sudden click resounded from its sturdy frame as you approached it.

'Crap'

The door had swung open, causing your charging self to barricade into a shadowed form, it resounded a groan as you pinned it to the floor winded.

"Arghh.... Ugghhh...." Rubbing a palm against your aching head you spotted a dark shadow beneath you. The landing was surprisingly soft?

"A simple knock would of done, miss" A warm voice of a man chuckled beneath you as you stared down in shock before clambering over him

"Oh my god. I-I am s-so sorry..." You felt a burning warmth radiate from your cheeks as you shyly looked to the ground away from the blue eyed man. He responded with a series of cheerful laughter straightening his jumper "It's fine, are you okay your head seemed to take quite a bash" he glanced a look of concern reaching to feel for any damage causing you to flinch away, he paused "Oh yes, right um. My name is John. Dr John Watson. I live up in 221B."

He was sweet and very calming to be around, eventually you introduced yourself politely "(y/n), I just bought flat 221C" John quirked a genuine grin as he offered a hand after closing the front door "Pleased to meet you (y/n), now do you mind if I check you for any signs of concussion. I don't want to kill off a good neighbour" His remark was slightly unsettling but not the worst line you had ever heard, nodding timidly you follow him up the creaking set of steps towards his flat.

As you and John approached the landing the faint hums of tunes emanated behind the door, a violin to be exact. The music was simply beautiful to listen to, the array of softened tones then jumpy rhythms to a looming wonder of harmonious beats. "How hard did you hit your head (y/n)?" The amused voice of John reawakened you into reality once more, catching yourself staring into space before shaking your head slightly. Thankfully John dismissed this odd action with yet another smile before clasping a palm onto the doorknob "Just a pre-warning, my flat mate um... he's 'different' per say.." You suppressed a laugh before following John into the flat 221B.

The place was a mess to an untrained eye, but within this immense chaos everything had it's own little place. It reminded you of home, a grin finally perched onto the rims of your lips. John shut the door with a sigh causing the music to halt, a deep voice resounded from the far side of the room "Who is this?" You turned skittishly eyeing the slender figure who aimed the question.

"Sherlock, this is (y/n) she's bought 221C. Our new neighbour. (y/n) this is Sherlock Holmes" The man tutted as if deeply disappointed, was he expecting someone of great importance to buy the flat downstairs? Or hoping that no one did buy it, to be honest it wasn't in the best of conditions; but it was better than remaining with a man you utterly despise. "Eh-em." Your eyes darted once again catching the daydream which snagged you 'really need to control that'

"Oh-um yeah... what John said.." John muffled a small laugh before resting a palm on your back aiming you towards the sofa "Please sit, I'll go make some tea" With that John had scuttled from the room leaving you alone with this dark stranger hosting the name Sherlock. You slowly slumped down clearing your throat feeling a pair of eyes locked onto your form. "Is there a problem, sir?" Sherlock quirked his brow before continuing his stare fest in silence.

"Can you please not stare, it's unnerving." His iridescent optics remained glazed as they ran up and down your figure making you squirm with irritation "Mr Holmes. Stop staring at me." A frown creased onto the temple of your face as he etched a chilling smirk onto his cupid bow lips "Why has it taken you so long to find a place after the break up, (y/n)?" The frown deepened as you eyed Sherlock with confusion "Pardon..?"

"I said. Why has it taken you so long to find a place after the break up. (y/n)?" Oh you heard him clearly the first time, but how in the hell did he know about that?! You hadn't even mentioned the situation to your own mother so god knows how Sherlock found out. The clicking of a kettle interrupted the new silence before you responded to him briefly "I don't want to talk about it.."

"Here we are tea n biscuits, I didn't know how you liked yours (y/n) so I took the liberty of making a pot" the clattering sound of ceramic mugs filled the air along with a calming musk of tea. Sherlock remained in his place as John plonked a tray onto the coffee table his kind grin plastered to his face.

"Thank you John, really" You gave a sincere look before making a personal brew, sipping it's hot contents making your tongue slightly numb; while a growing warmth soothed your soggy state.

"It's a pleasure, besides it's not that often that we get to have such wonderful guests"

You awkwardly brushed a stray hair behind your ear rerunning Johns compliment 'pleasure. wonderful guests. Did he really just say that?'

An hour or so passed as you and John chatted away getting to know one another, within this time you had devoured two mugs of tea and a handful of variety biscuits. It was nice having someone to talk to who wouldn't judge everything you said, and thankfully most of the time Sherlock was quiet during your conversing; easing the pressure of his odd characteristics.

"Well I think it's about time I should go, it was lovely meeting you John... Sherlock" The consultant detective rose his head from the ground with a stare before he nodded lightly, his infinitive irises glistening from the lamp beside his form.

"You're welcome to come up whenever you want (y/n)" John extended an arm and you took it, shaking with confidence before heading to the door and exiting apartment 221B.

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Hallo there, this chapter/prologue thingy is a tester in a weird sort of way. I haven't really written much so here goes, hope you enjoyed this. Another chapter or whatever you just read (shall be longer) will be coming soon as long as I manage to catch some of that stuff called muse ;)

Laterz x