I do not own Sherlock, or its characters, they belong to their respected owners. I only own my OC and any other I chose to introduce on the future.

Hey guys, so I thought I would give writing a Sherlock fic another go as my first attempt didn't really turn out as well as I hoped.

I'm not promising anything spectacular but I hope that you like it.

This story is partly inspired by the star gazing scene from the film 'A Beautiful Mind', it's one of my all-time favourite films, and if you haven't seen it I strongly recommend it. Some of the scenes in this story will be based around some of the scenes in the film.

I'm still sticking to the series story line but adding in some scenes here and there. I would also like to apologize in advance if any of the characters seem OOC.

I'm not sure how fast paced this story will be, the romance should be reasonable paced but I apologize if things seemed rushed, after all Sherlock is a pretty fast paced show.

On top of this, I'm also working on another Sherlock fic, it's still a work in progress so it may be a week before it's up.

Enjoy :)

Ice Man No More

John Watson rolled his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past hour. Trying to reason with the worlds only consulting detective was proving difficult.

"I said no John." Sherlock told him, again, glaring at him.

"For god's sake Sherlock, you're being unreasonable!" John retorted collapsing back into his arm chair, clearly exasperated.

"There is no need to be reasonable. I've already said no."

"Well Mrs. Hudson has already said yes." John shot back.

"And I'm saying no." Sherlock fought, biting on every word.

"Why?"

"I just don't see why she has to stay here"

"Because she just got a job at Scotland Yard and she has nowhere to go, Sherlock that's why. Is that a problem?"

"Yes." Sherlock sat up from his spot where he was perched over his microscope and peered at the Doctor. "Yes it is John, because she is a woman, and women are distractions. It's a known fact. She'll be emotional, annoying and constantly under our feet."

John stared at his flat mate in mixture of disbelief and disgust, he could not believe the words that had come out of his mouth just then. "One. That was impressively sexist, even for you." Sherlock scoffed at this. "Two. She won't be living here with us. Mrs. Hudson has given her the downstairs flat."

"So she will be beneath our feet." Sherlock muttered to himself, he did not intend for the doctor to hear.

"Enough Sherlock!" John had had enough and now he was putting his foot down. "She's my little sister, so if I say she stays. She stays."

There was silence for a few moments, and John could honestly say he had never been so scared in his whole life, and he had been the Afghanistan. And outburst from Sherlock was the last thing he wanted right now.

"Fine." He scolded. "On your own head be it."

The train pulled up to platform six of London's King's Cross, its wheels squealing to a halt. Inside a young woman of 26 collected her bags from the holder by the main exits and stood on the platform.

Kate Watson had just moved to London from Edinburgh after being promoted to Detective Superintendent and reassigned to Scotland Yard. This was perfect for her, as her brother Doctor John Watson lived right in the centre of London and not too far from Scotland Yard.

Of course she would not be living there permanently, just until she found herself a place and got herself back on her feet. Besides, John already had one flat mate, a man called Sherlock Holmes. Kate knew all about him, she'd seen him in the news, her brother too, solving crimes and fighting criminals.

At 22, Kate had graduated from The University of Edinburgh with a masters in Criminology and Forensic Science, and by the age of 26 had risen through the ranks and earned a promotion to Detective Superintendent.

She had missed London. The hustle and bustle of its lively streets and its people, they were still as impatient and crowding as she remembered. Kate got into a cab and gave the driver her destination, "221 Baker Street", only to be stuck in the lunch time traffic mere minutes later. It was times like this that Kate was thankful that she had decided to sell her car before coming back. She had no need for it now that she was back in London. You could walk ten miles in the time you've moved five feet in a car.

"Baker Street?" The cabbie asked in the strong accent that Kate had always loved. "That's where that detective bloke lives innit? What's 'is name?" He thought for a moment, his eyes squinting behind his glasses. "Holmes. That's it. And the short fellow, erm, Doctor something. You a friend of theirs?" He asked looking in his rear view mirror.

"Yeah. You could say that." Kate smiled. Her big brother was well known through out the city seemed, famous even. It was funny how people still pointed out that he was a little shorter than the average man, mainly because she used to tease him something rotten when they were younger. Not that she was taller, in fact she was the same height.

Sometime later, almost forty-five minutes, the cab pulled up to Baker Street and Kate gave the driver the fare, plus an extra five pounds for having to drive through that nightmare of traffic. Ascending the few steps up to the black door, she used the brass knocker.

Within seconds of opening the door, Kate was ushered into the thin hallway by the landlady, Mrs Hudson, who was gushing about how lovely it will be to have another woman around the place. Mrs Hudson was an older woman, not too old, yet old enough to be her grandmother, with short brown hair that was ever so beginning to turn grey.

"John! You have a visitor!"

A short chapter to begin with, just to see the response.

Later chapter will be longer.

-Watson'sGirl-