Hello,the names Dynasty! I'm was an orphan ever since I was born... I think.why may you ask? Well I lived on the street since four so I think I did since I was an infant...wonder how I survived..hmm.

Any who, I'm 22 and was born on Christmas Day. when I was 16 a man-which is now my best friend-named Jim Moriarty took me in and took care of me. Tomorrow I'm finally moving out into my own flat on Baker Street. Most of the day I packed up then painted the new flat black and the new carpets are dark purple. At 9:00 p.m I was done and sat next to a sleeping Jim, I soon fall asleep as well falling asleep on his shoulder.

The next day I woke up at six in the morning,Jim was definitely still asleep. I quietly get up and made my way to the kitchen, I ate a pop tart and drank some milk so I don't wake Jim from making tea. After I ate it turns to seven so I decided to wake him up, I get up quickly and quietly making my way to Jim. He was wrapped in covers curled up in a ball,so peaceful and relaxed from all stress...OH WELL! "WAKE UP!"I screamed and he jolts out of the couch falling to the floor. I cracked up laughing and he groaned in pain. He then pushes my leg so I fell as well,he chuckles as I groan in pain. We soon both laugh and get up wiping the dust of from us. I grasp my black trench coat and purple scarf,quickly putting them on. Jim eats breakfast and it was now ten in the morning,we quickly leave and I whistled for a cab. A cab immediately pulled up and we got in,"221 Baker Street please," I command and we were off. We arrived in fifteen minutes and we exit the car paying the cabby, we walked up the pavement steps and knocked on the door. While we were waiting I looked up to see a man with brown curly hair,pale skin,grey eyes,wearing a black tux,and is holding a violin staring at me. I started to deduce him.

six feet tall,detective because I saw him in the papers a few times,in his mid thirties,single,by the strings and condition of the violin he has played it a lot that means he is also a musician. that's all I got for now from looking at him from the window.

The door opens to show and elderly woman with short light brown hair,green eyes and a flower dress."oh hello dearies,are you here to see Sherlock?"she asks and I held out my hand, "hello I'm Dynasty and this is Jim,I'm here to move into the flat,remember?I informed and she smiled brightly. "oh come on in!the names Mrs.Hudson by the way," she exclaimed walking up the dark wooden stairs with us following behind.

She unlocks the door and allowed us to enter first, Jim looked around. everything was in perfect condition and had two bedrooms, living room, kitchen, and a bathroom. I looked over to Jim who didn't seem to happy,

he's probably going to miss me.

I pat his back and carried in many boxes from the moving truck,he helps and everything was done in four hours because of the help from Jim and Mrs.Hudson.It was now ten at night and it was time for Jim to go,"thank you so much for this Jim,I promise to visit and text,"I say hugging him for the first time and he hugs back. Mrs.Hudson leaves and Jim leans his head next to my ear, "I love you,"he whispered and I gasped slightly at this. I pulled away and shook my head, "I -I'm sorry but... I don't do sentiment,and I'm married to my work,"I apologized and he exists angrily. You see, I learned from my best friends death to not deal with sentiment anymore and stuck to my work at Scotland Yard as a detective. My best friend passed away when a drunk driver ran him-whom was a horse named Redbeard-over thinking he was the devil. Anyways, I slowly made my way to the door and sadly closed it. I picked up my violin and started to play a sad melody while looking out the window, watching the streets of London glow with lights and cars driving by.