POV: Y/N

I look outside my partially open window. "Man, its really storming out, huh?" I think. I pull my earbuds out, still hearing my metal music playing, and go shut the window.

I sit back down at my desk, put my earbuds back in and continue jamming out, tapping my pencil to the beat of the drums and mouthing the lyrics, "The secret side of me, I'd never let you see, I keep it caged but i can't control it." I've always thought that Monster was a fantastic-

*crack*

*thud*

"Nightey Night my little Songbird~"

*time skip*

I wake up, laying the middle of the street with a painful migraine, cars honking at me and no memory of how i got there.

I stand up to take in my surroundings when a cab comes barreling in my direction, the diver on his phone.

I scream and think, "Oh my god, this is how it ends-!" But my thought was interupted when a tall figure tackles me to the ground and saves my life.

I get the wind knocked out of me but when I catch my breath and stand up, they're already gone but they left something behind...

A hat with...two fronts...? And ear flaps? Who the fuck would wear this?

I pick up the hat and look for a nametag but to no avail. I look around at my surroundings again, this time watching for rouge taxi's, when I realize that im not in my town anymore...I'm not even in my state so...where am I...?

I start walking around, looking at everything, trying to find out where I am when I finally get frustrated after not finding anything I just decide to go ask someone where I am.

I look around for someone approachable and see a pretty short man, looks about mid-30s and has short grey hair.

I approach him and say, "Excuse me, sir, where am I?" I think, 'God he must think I'm crazy!"

The man looks at me with a spark of confusion, "Umm, we're in London right now, um, do you need help?" He says.

A wave of shock flashes over me and my eyes widen. 'London?!' I think. The man looks at me with concern, "What's your name, young lady?" He asks.

I stammer, still taking in the realization of where I am, "M-My name is Y/N L/N...I-I'm from The United States and I have no idea how I got here..." I say with a shake in my voice.

He looks at me in shock, "W-Well, I'm John Watson. I can help you, if you'd like?" He says. I look up at him and and nod my head, "Yes, I'd like that very much." I say.

He nods and says, "Good, well, follow me. I have just the place." I take his hand and i feel him stiffen up but he lets me hold it anyways.

We walk around for a little bit, stopping every now and then because people wanted pictures with him. "Are you like, a celebrity around here or something?" I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.

He smiles and says, "Sort of. My friend gets a lot more attention though." I laugh, "Who's your friend?" He looks away and laughs, "You'll see. We're going to meet him."

I look at him confused and ask, "Where does he live?" He smirks and says, "221B Baker Street."

*time skip*

We arrive at 221B Baker Street and I notice that the door knocker isn't straight so i go to fix it but John advises me otherwise. "He doesn't like it when its in the middle." I shrug it off and leave it alone.

John opens the door and we're greeted by a old woman with red hair. "Welcome back, John- oh? Who's your friend?" She smiles.

John looks at me and says, "Well, to put it simply, she's a client." Suddenly, we hear gunshots upstairs and John runs upstairs and yells, "What in the bloody hell are you doing?!" To which the man person says, "I'M BORED, JOHN! I NEED A CASE!" Judging by the voice, he sounded like an older man but he was acting like a 4-year-old.

The lady shakes her head and sighs, "They never to settle down, do they?" Then she looks at me and says, "My name's Mrs. Hudson, a pleasure to meet you."

She sticks a hand out and I shake it. Then, John calls down, "Y/N, you can come up now! The baby is done with his fit!" I chuckle and walk up the stairs to see a man with curly hair, a clean-shaven face and still in his robes.

I suddenly wave and he rolls his eyes. "John, I am not babysitting!" To which John replied from the kitchen, "She's a client!"

The man sticks his tongue out at John when he turns his back and sits down in a chair, opposite of a red one.

John peeks his head out from the kitchen and says, "Please sit down. I'm making tea." I sit down and the man looks me up and down with a confused face.

I look at him and raise my eyebrow, "What is it?" He looks at me and whispers, "Why can't I deduct you...?" Now I'm even more confused.

John comes back and sets a cup of tea down in front of me. I thank him and he sits across from that strange man who keeps looking at me.

"So," John starts, "Why don't you introduce yourself and then we can introduce ourselves?" I nod and say, "Well, my name is Y/N and one moment I was listening to music at my home in the U.S and the next, i wake up with a migraine in the middle of London with no memory on how i got here." I sigh.

The man asks, "How old are you?" I then reply, "I've just turned 21 about 2 months ago." He turns his head at John and says, "Meeting in the kitchen, now." He gets up and practically pulls John out of his chair.

I sit there, confused as they talk in the kitchen. 'What the fuck is happenings right now?'

POV: John Watson

"Aahg! Sherlock what are you doing?!" I whisper-yell. He grabs both of my shoulders and looks me in the eyes, "John, I can't deduct her!"

I look at him like he's joking, "What do you mean you can't deduct her, you can deduct Mycroft for God's sake!" He smiles, laughing, and shakes me, "Ooohhh, this is going to be an AMAZING CASE, thank you John!"

POV: Y/N

I hear the man, Sherlock, tell and come sprinting out of the kitchen. "My name is Sherlock Holmes and I'll be taking youe case!" He smiles.

I get up and smile, "Thank you so much!" I go to hug him when he sticks out an arm and says, "No, no. No touchy touch." I step back, respecting his boundaries.

He goes to ask Mrs. Hudson if I could sleep in their flat, since I had nowhere else to go. She, of course, said yes.

*time skip to night*

Mrs. Hudson let me borrow a blanket and a pillow and Sherlock let me take the couch.

As I fall asleep, I thank the Queen of England for the Baker Street Boys.