(I felt the warmth of the sofa behind my back as I crossed my legs and made myself more comfortable. I run my fingers thru my dark brown hair as some of the smooth strings fall beside my ears. I look out the window and see the pouring rain, washing the Earth, cleaning our sins and problems away. Only if it could also clean my problems. But it can't and I know that, which why I'm here.)

Beth: Here you go, your coffee. Dark and only two sugars, just like how you like it.

(I take the coffee from her hands and force myself a little smile at her, she smiles back, as usual, sits down on the sofa in front of me and crosses her legs)

Beth: So...are you ready to start?

(Y/N): *Sighs* I thought I called you and we agreed that we would stop this

Beth: (Y/N)....We can't stop now. We've come this far on your improvement

(Y/N): Improvement? You can't expect me to believe that

Beth: Well...I'll be honest...no...you are not improving

(Y/N): I can't force myself to!

Beth: Look, the whole reason you come to me is so we can talk. Just talk. And you can be yourself with me. I know your my patient and I'm your therapist. But I also want to be your friend. You only have to talk to me.

(Y/N): There's really not much to talk about

Beth: Yes...you never come out of your apartment except working as a waitress in that cafe and coming here to meet me or buy some groceries. You don't have any friends here nor you try to make any. (Y/N), if you continue like this, there won't be any improvements

(Y/N): Yeah...you can talk to my mother for that...she forced me to come here

Beth: Yes...here...in London so you can have a fresh start after everything you've been through. You have to give yourself a chance to open up to the world

(Y/N): Why??

(I finally look right at her eyes intently)

(Y/N): This world has nothing in it for me...and whatever your implying, is a complete waste of time.

Beth: You seem stressed

(Y/N): I am stressed! I need to find a new flat at a more cheaper rate because my landlord is going nuts on me and here you are lecturing me and breathing on my neck!

(I put down the cup of coffee, that I didn't even took a sip from, in front on top of the small table, stood up and grabbed my bag)

(Y/N): So I have to go...this session is over

Beth: (Y/N)....

(Y/N): Look Beth...I appreciate you helping me...but I'm fine now...I really am...I'm just not interested in these talks of ours anymore...I'm done....we've been doing this for two years ....and I'm done

(I pace towards the front door)

(Y/N): Goodbye Beth...

(She looks at me with innocent eyes but gives a small nod, and I step outside as the gush of cold wind fills my lungs. I close the door on my way out and put on my gloves. It was another cold morning in London.)

(I need to find a new flat fast...or I'll be around on the streets with my luggages but without no place to stay at)

(I thought to myself as I walk down the sidewalk to the heart of the city)

~Few hours later~

(Y/N): Oh God....no..not this one...not even sure this one...

(I start to mark crosses on the newspaper in my hands, that showed all the empty flats in London, but either they were too expensive or in a bad neighborhood.)

(I roamed around the streets, literally spinning around to look at the tall buildings. It was a busy morning with busy people all around, walking, running, talking, getting in cabs.)

(Suddenly I bumped with someone on my back, and turned around to see it was a tall man wearing a long black coat. He had beautiful curly hair and greenish-gold eyes. But he didn't look so pleased to see me)

(Y/N): Oh I'm sorry, my bad-

Man: You should be

(He says in a dark and irritated tone as he quickly walks past me and waved his hand on the side of the road to signal a cab)

(Whoa...guess he woke up at the wrong side of the bed)

(I sighed and started to walk in the opposite direction when I noticed a blackberry phone beside my foot. I crouched down to get it and realized it belonged to that tall man, it must've fallen out of his pocket.)

(I turn around to look at him, but he was already in a cab)

(Y/N): Excuse me Sir?! Wait! Your phone!

(But the cab left)

(Y/N): *Sighs* Ugh...now what...?

(The phone in my hand started to ring and called ID showed the name "John")

(I decided to pick it up and a man started to instantly scream making my ear go numb for a brief second)

John: Where the hell are you??!! I told you to buy the groceries and come back home! I'm starving!

(Y/N): Um...Hi...

John: Hello?

(Y/N): Yeah I'm not...your friend..but this is his phone... actually I bumped into him on the street and his phone fell out of his pocket, I wanted to return it to him but he took off in a cab. So...

John: Oh!! I see!! No no it's okay! Well...I'm glad no one stole it *giggles*

(Y/N): Haha...well the thought has crossed my mind

John: Don't change your mind now Miss...?

(Y/N): Oh..I'm (Y/N) (L/N). And your...John?

John: John Watson...ryt...well I would appreciate it if you could return the phone over to him..or me...if u can?

(Y/N): Yeah...sure...

John: Great..come over to 221B Baker Street please

(Y/N): Oh...I'm actually really close. Alright, I'll see you there...John

John: You too...(Y/N)

(I cut the line and smile a little. He seemed really nice and...quite charming. Well...let's see what he looks like)

(I wave for a cab as one comes right over, and I sit inside)

(Y/N): 221B Baker Street please

(And the cab starts)

~Few minutes later~

(I step outside the cab after paying the tip. I take a moment to look at the house, it looked nice and cozy on a busy street but it was also safe...I wish I could live somewhere like this...with a good landlord...and a cheap rent...)

(I knock a few times on the door that was engraved with:

"221B Baker Street"

Why am I feeling nervous? Well.. probably because of all the new faces I'm about to see...)

(An old woman, slightly shorter than me opens the door and looks at me with curious eyes)

Woman: Are you a client?

(Y/N): What?? No...I'm... actually my name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I was looking for John Watson? He lives here?

Woman: Oh! He has made a new girlfriend?!

(Y/N): No no...I'm not...I came here to return a phone that belongs to-

(Suddenly a loud voice of a man came from upstairs...and he did sound... frustrated)

Man: Mrs.Hudson!! Send the client, whoever he or she is upstairs right now! I'M BOREDDDD!!!!!!!!

(Y/N): Oh wow ...

Mrs.Hudson: Well..he's very... energetic

(Y/N): Uh huh...

(I step inside the house and start to walk upstairs)

Mrs.Hudson: You go in ahead dearie...I'll make a nice cuppa and come right over

(Y/N): Oh thank you Mrs.Hudson

(I take a long deep breath and continue to head upstairs. The door was slightly shut so I pushed a little and it swong right open. I stepped inside the room and saw that same tall man, only without his coat this time, standing near the window, looking outside. I walked inside the room and he instantly turned around to look at me)

(He opened his mouth like he was excited to say something but as soon as he saw my face, he looked surprised...and then.... disappointed...wow...what a reaction)

Man: You...

(Y/N): Yes?

Man: Either your a serial killer who is trying to follow me back to where I live to threaten me or kill me, I wouldn't really care, cause you would lose or...your simply a stalker from that small little online fanclub of mine, which John reminds me about everyday.

(Y/N): Well... Unfortunately for your entertainment, I am neither of those

(I give him a teasing smile and he looks even more irritated and looked at me from up and down, not in a sexual way I can tell, but he was observing)

(A man with platinum blonde hair and slightly old too, walks from the kitchen and smiles as soon as he sees me)

John: (Y/N)?

(Y/N): John?

(We laugh a little and shakes hands for a second, and that man looked more confused than ever)

John: You made it. Ah Sherlock! This is (Y/N) (L/N), she was nice enough to come here to return your phone that fell from your pocket on the street. Oh and this...is...Sherlock Holmes.

(John takes the phone from my hand and gives it to Sherlock and he starts to observe it like I broke it or something)

(Y/N): *sighs* I didn't play football with it if your so concerned

Sherlock: What did you see?

(Y/N): I didn't see anything. I do have respect for other people's privacy. Then again...I wouldn't really care Abt yours *looks at John*

(Sherlock slightly annoyed because of that reply and John looked shocked)

(Y/N): So...John, I didn't know you were an Army doctor

(They both look at me at once with a started expression..
Okay....what's wrong?)

John: How...How did you.?

Sherlock: So now your trying to pick out women from the street by telling them your an Army doctor to impress them, John? How quaint

John: What..no shut up Sherlock. I didn't tell her anything

(Y/N): Oh..um..I just guessed

John: That was a bloody good guess

Sherlock: Yes...it was, wasn't it?

(Sherlock takes a few steps closer to me and looks at me intensely, trying to figure me out. I know I shouldn't be bothered by him but srsly ...he needs to chill with the staring or... observing...or whatever the hell he's doing)

(Y/N): I simply observed..that's all

Sherlock: Enlighten us

(He gives a small and yet such a fake smile to keep me talking. Fine...)

(Y/N): Ugh...your hands...there are small cuts on them, not regular ones, you get those cuts while performing some kind of a surgery, and there is a card in your breast pocket, I noticed it says "St Bartholomew's Hospital"....so....Doctor. And the your tan lines are visible so you came back from out of the country I presume, and based on how you walk and shake your hand, your very disciplined and formal, plus the way your hair is cut is military style so...you were in the Army. So...army doctor...

(I look at the them both)

(John still had his mouth wide opened, and Sherlock raised his eyebrow still looking at me)

John: Wow... fantastic...your almost as good as-

(Sherlock gives him a "Don't you even dare" look and John hesitates)

John: What? I said "almost"

Sherlock: Not even close

(Sherlock goes back to stand in front of the window again and looks thru his phone)

(Wow...he really has some attitude problems)

John: Don't...mind him

(Y/N): It's...fine. I'll go now

John: Oh no...wait...please stay

(Y/N): I would love to but...I have to find a new flat to move into...and fast

John: Whoa really? Bcuz there is an empty one...down below..."221C"

(Y/N): Really?

John: Yeah I'm sure Mrs.Hudson can show it to you

(Y/N): Oh wow...haha...this is great...thanks John

Sherlock: What?? She'll move down below??

John: So what if she does?

Sherlock: I don't think I can handle any more stupid in this building

John: Sherlock...

(Okay... enough)

(Y/N): Stupid??

Sherlock: Yes

(Y/N): Your saying... Everyone around you is stupid and your the smartest one in the room?

Sherlock: Of course I am. I'm THE only consulting detective in the world. I invented the job

(Y/N): Doesn't mean ppl like us are stupid

Sherlock: No it means ppl like you who can be smart are much more worse than being just stupid because you don't like to prove it. What's the point of being smart if you can't prove it Miss. (L/N)?

(Y/N): Fine you want my opinion about you? Now your gonna get it...

(He had a smirk on his face, indicating that I was no match for him. Maybe I'm not, but the least I can do Is to shut him up)

(Y/N): You never a had a perfect childhood and that's why you behave like a child in the worst ways. You don't like meeting new people so you make yourself look like a complete ignorant and rude jackass just so ppl can shut you out and you can be on your own and you like that. So technically you like to isolate yourself from the world which means that even though you behave like your always in control, using your intelligence and impressing people with it, you are also the most insecured person in the room. But do you want to know the biggest deduction I made Abt you?

(His smirk faded away thruout the whole time when I was talking and John looked surprised as ever)

(Y/N): Your scared

(His face became pale and he stared into my eyes like I wasn't even human)

(I scoffed and looked at John)

(Y/N): I'll...look at the flat and talk to Mrs.Hudson...thank you

John: Yeah..sure

(John crosses his arms and coughs to break the awkward silence, and Sherlock blinks quickly like he just woke up from a trance, he paced back in front of the window again, not caring if I was there or not)

(I sighed and went downstairs to meet Mrs.Hudson)

(Little did I know ever since that moment...that brief conversation of ours in that room, with the three of us there, would change our lives completely)