Sherlock (BBC) story~! Woot! It shall be a SherlockxOC love story-don't like, don't read. I hope you all enjoy; Sherlock Holmes is a hard guy to write for, so I hope I do him justice. Thank you. Please review~!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sherlock or Sherlock Holmes, they are rightfully owned by the original owners. I just own my OCs, and some plot points.

Warning: SherlockxOC romance, swearing, gore, violence, mild sexual content, crude humor, and alcohol and drug references.

Introduction

Brushing some items aside on the very cluttered desk, a young woman in her mid-twenties with yellow hair placed the slim, silver laptop she had been holding in her arms upon it, also with a notepad. She pulled up the chair and perched herself leisurely on it before lifting the computer's top. Its screen, apple symbol, and keys illuminated and the inside hummed softly announcing that it was starting up. Once it had, the blonde slid her fingertips over the mouse pad to move the cursor to iMovie; she clicked on the application to open it.

With a couple more clicks here and there, the webcam on the MacBook Air switched on with a little green light. Soon, the female was looking at herself on the screen. She cleared her throat with a hint of bashfulness and smoothed back her thick tresses from her dark optics. Then, she pressed the red "Record" button.

Boldly and smoothly, she spoke, "I'm going to start by stating the obvious. This is going to be a v-log. My v-log, my diary, of sorts.

"Most people write in a journal about their personal lives and keep it private or do something like this to show the world that they got quite the gob and want a lot of attention, thinking others actually care about their tedious lives."

She paused, biting her bottom lip slightly. "…No offense to those who do the latter." she added.

After scratching her nose albeit awkwardly, she went on, "Either way, I hate writing, takes too bloody long, and under normal circumstances, I would not do something like this as my personal life is no one's fucking business. However, these entries that I have decided to share with you lot are anything but normal. And that's wording it delicately.

"So, maybe this won't be exactly like a diary, but more of a story about a certain time in my life." She shrugged a shoulder, waving a well-manicured hand dismissively. "Mere semantics. Now," Bringing up one knee to her chest, she inclined forward towards the screen, her image increasing. "For those who are watching and are thinking "Gee, she looks awfully familiar. Is she-?" The answer is, yes, I am Elise Cooper. For those who have no idea who I am," She waved with a small, lopsided grin. "Hiya. I'm Larissa Elise Cooper. And this is my story. My story, my life, revolving around a single man.

"Sherlock Holmes.

"If you've ever met the bloke and spoke to him, even for a moment, you're probably asking yourself "Why the Hell would you log about a bastard like him?" Honestly, I can't say I'd blame you. Nevertheless…"

Larissa drifted, an unreadable expression on her lightly tanned face. Tugging on her earlobe, she rested the side of her head on her propped kneecap. She was silent for a few moments.

Finally, in the corner of her eye, she gazed back at the screen. "I have my reasons. Sherlock Holmes, once you get passed his arrogant curtness, is so much more. He's-" She shook her head as if clearing it of something. She lifted her head and stared straight at the camera again. "I'm getting ahead of myself. I can't explain unless I actually explain. Thus, this v-log." Sitting up properly, she tucked a few strands behind her ears. "So lets start from the very beginning.

"It all started with a murder…"

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