Amelia woke up on the couch in her sister's house. She layed there for a few minutes before sitting up and stretching.

"Finally, Freak, you're up." Jen, her sister, exclaimed before throwing my bag at Amelia's face. "Now, get out."

"Aren't you just a bowl full a sunshine. I'll be out in five minutes." Amelia replied before running to the bathroom.

She opened her bag and switched her clothes. She put on a pair of skinny jeans and a green top, when she was done she opened the door and her blue coat was thrown at her.

"Out. I have a friend coming over, and I don't want you to be here." Jen told me.

"Whatever, I have work until eight tonight. I'll be back by nine." Amelia said, buttoning her coat up.

"How about you get your own flat, huh? I'm getting annoyed with you and your clumsy arse being here." Jen responded.

"I'm trying, Jennifer. Once I get the money, I'm gone." Amelia said before leaving.

Amelia was running through the park when she bumped into something and fell.

"Ow" Amelia moaned.

"Amelia, you need to watch where you are going." She heard a male voice say before helping her up.

"Thanks Mike." Amelia said looking at him.

"No problem. Where are you heading?" Mike answered.

"Work. I don't have enough money to live in a flat alone." She sighed, sitting down on a bench.

"Well, how about I buy you a coffee?" He asked.

"Sure," Amelia smiled. "Caffine would be lovely."

He smiled at her before looking at a man with a crutch that walked by.

"John." Mike said.

"John Watson." He repeated before getting up and walking to him. "Mike Stamford. We were at Barts together."

"Yes, sorry, Mike, hello." John greeted him as he shook Mike's outstretched hand.

"I heard you were aboard somewhere getting shot at. What happened?" Mike responded.

"I got shot." John responded.

"How about some coffee? I'm already buying an extra one, how about you come along?" Mike asked.

"Sure, I could go for some coffee." John answered.

While the three walked to a coffee stand Amelia spoke up.

"I'm Amelia Jones, by the way." She said.

"Oh, right. I'm John Watson." John answered.

"Nice to meet you, John." Amelia smiled.

"Likewise." He replied before they ordered their coffee.

"Are you still at Barts?" John asked Mike after they got coffee and sat down on a bench.

"Teaching. Bright young things like we used to be. God I hate them." Mike chuckled. "What about you, staying in town till you get yourself sorted?"

"I can't afford London on an army pension." John replied.

"And you couldn't bear to be anywhere else. That's not the John Watson I know." He commented. "Well Amelia here is looking for a flat as well. And lucky for you two I know someone who can help. Follow me."

Mike got up and threw away his cup, as so did Amelia and John.

"Where are we going?" Amelia asked Mike as they walked into Barts.

"To meet acquaintance of mine." Mike answered her.

They walked in silence until Mike opened a door and we walked inside.

"A bit different from my day." John said.

When Amelia walked in she looked around totally oblivious to the men in the room. Especially the man behind the counter staring at her before getting back to his work.

"Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine." The mystery man asked, bringing Amelia's attention.

"And what's wrong with the landline?" Mike asked the man.

"I prefer to text." He answered.

"Sorry, it's in my coat." Mike replied.

"You can use mine." Amelia said, taking her phone out of her pocket of her jeans.

She was about to give it to the mystery man before her phone started ringing.

"Sorry." She said, giving him an apologetic expression.

"No problem." He said.

"Um, I'll be back." She said, looking at the name that popped up on the screen before leaving the room.

Amelia POV

I closed the door before answering the phone.

"What do you want, Jen?" I asked.

"You still have your things here little sister, I want them out." She said, sounding annoyed.

"Well, I'm sorry. It's not easy finding a flat with a low budget. May I remind you that I'm the one paying the medical bills." I said angrily before hanging up and walking back into the rooms.

End of Amelia POV

"Here, use mine." John said, taking out his phone.

"Thank you." The man said, walking over to grab the phone.

"This is my old friend, John Watson, and a recent friend, Amelia Jones." Mike said.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?" He asked as he took John's phone.

"I'm sorry, what?" John asked.

"Which was it, Afghanistan or Iraq?" He asked again as Amelia walked back into the room.

"Afghanistan." John answered as a woman walked in with a cup of coffee. "How'd you know?"

"Ah Molly, coffee, thank you. What happened to the lipstick?" He said as Molly handed him a mug.

"It wasn't working for me." Molly replied.

"Really? I thought it was a big improvement, your mouth's too small now." He responded.

"Aren't you charming." Amelia mumbled under her breath.

"Okay." Molly said before leaving.

"How do you feel about the violin?" The man asked after taking a sip of his coffee.

"Sorry, what?" Amelia asked.

"I play the violin when I'm thinking. Sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you two? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other." He replied.

"You told him about me?" John asked Mike.

"Not a word." Mike replied.

"Then who said anything about flatmates?" Amelia questioned.

"I did." The man responded, putting on his coat and scarf. "Told Mike this morning that I must be difficult man to find flatmates for. Now here they are, one of them clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan. The girl just wants to move out, away from her sister."

"How'd you know about Afghanistan?" John asked.

"And my sister?" Amelia asked.

"Got my eye on a nice little place in Central London. The three of us together ought to be able to afford it. We'll all meet there tomorrow evening, 7:00." He said. "Sorry, got to dash. I left my riding crop in the mortuary."

"Is that it?" Amelia asked.

"Is that what?" He responded.

"We've only just met and we're going to go look at a flat?" She replied.

"Problem?" He questioned.

"We don't know a thing about each other. John and I don't know where we're meeting, and I don't even know your name." Amelia answered.

"I know that John is an army doctor and you've been invalid home from Afghanistan. I know he has a brother who's worried about him but he won't go to him for help because he doesn't approve of him, possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know John's therapist thinks that his limp's psychosomatic-quite correctly I'm afraid." He said, looking John up and down.

"I also know that you have a sister but no parents, and you don't like her very much, that's why you've been saving up for a flat. By the bags under your eyes, you have nightmares and don't get much sleep. You're also clumsy and very sarcastic." He continued, looking straight into Amelia's eyes. "That's enough to go on, don't you think?"

"The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street." Sherlock winked at Amelia.

"Afternoon." He said to Mike before leaving.

"Yeah, he's always like that." Mike said to John.

"Showoff." Amelia commented.

"I have to go." Amelia said as she took out a piece of paper and writing on it before giving it to John. "Here's my number. See ya."

"Bye." John said as Amelia walked out the door.

Amelia got back to her sister's after working and popped down on the couch.

"That was very rude of you to hang up on me like that, Freak." Her sister said as she walked into the room.

"I was busy. You called at a bad time." Amelia replied.

"Whatever. I need you out of this house, Amelia." Jen responded.

"Can you give me time?" Amelia asked

"I can give you three days, Amelia. And I've been thinking, you've been saying it's hard getting a flat, so I'll be nice and give you half of the inheritance from mum." Jen said.

Amelia sat up, "Really?"

"Yes really." Jen rolled her eyes before pulling out a check. "It's 5 million pounds. So use it wisely."

"Thank you." Amelia said as Jen handed her the check.

"Whatever, Freak." Jen replied.