I woke up at a normal time for once. This, frankly made me quite suspicious. I was used to being woken up by Sherlock either shooting the wall or playing his violin or pacing around at obscenely early hours of the morning. I decided to check in on him.
I climbed the stairs to 221b, and poked my head through the door. He wasn't there. This was becoming a rather common occurrence, so I checked 221c.
"Yoo who," I called, opening the door. I was quite surprised to see Allison and Sherlock lying between two blankets on the floor, surrounded by books. "Oh!" I cried.
This woke up Sherlock. He sat up sharply, and this in turn, woke up Allison. "Oh, I've interrupted something, I best go." I stammered nervously, and started back towards the door. Poor Allison looked mortified, and Sherlock was laughing. She scooted away from him, but he laid a hand on her upper arm and she stopped.
"No, Mrs. Hudson, you haven't interrupted anything. We were simply discussing the virtuosity of various types of literature, and then fell asleep." Allison nodded, not saying anything.
"Oh, well, then would you like some tea? Just this once," I said, shaking a finger at them.
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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...
