DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK. THAT RIGHT BELONGS TO MARK GATISS, STEVEN MOFFAT, AND SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE. I FEAR THAT IF I LIED AND CLAIMED SHERLOCK, MARK WOULD INSULT MY CLOTHING, STEVEN WOULD SICK THE WEEPING ANGELS ON ME AND SIR ARTHUR WOULD COME BACK AS A ZOMBIE TO EAT MY BRAINS.

The Woman in 221C

CHAPTER 1: Meet, Ms. Turner

"Thanks, Susie for the help!"

"No prob, sweetie. Now hurry back to the others. You don't want the others to watch the movie without you, do ya?"

The little boy smiled and ran off to back room where the rest of the children were watching a flick. Susan look around the playroom, it was a wreck. Next to her foot was a monstrous version of Potato Head. Poor thing, it never stood a chance with the little demons. She smiled fondly. Of course, the children at the daycare were little fiends, but by golly-o-mally they were her little fiends.

She danced around the room and hummed a Bee Gee's tune, as she picked up the toys and disinfected the counters.

"Well, well, well if it isn't garbage girl?" Susan heard two sets of galling laughter behind her. "I see that you are trying to teach the children again. A janitor trying to be a teacher, how wretched. Wouldn't you say Karen?" The plump girl snickered at her friend's comment.

"Yeah, you tell her Marsha."

"Well Marsha, if you were actually capable of doing your job another person wouldn't have to do it for you," Susan said with a sickly sweet smile.

"You know I could have you fired?" Marsha said narrowing her eyes into slits, which gave her skinny face a snake like appearance.

"You could do that? Oh, I would be forever grateful! The chance to be away from you two would be amazing! Now longer having to do your work."

"You must think you are soooo smart? Well, news flash, you are nothing and you will always be nothing more than a garbage girl." Marsha tipped over used paint water and the floor was covered with a variety of watered down colors.

Susan just stared at the growing puddle, her face showing no emotion. This is why she didn't bother with people. She always remembered she didn't like them, at all. But Susan promised herself she would no longer fall to anger, no matter how much the women made her eye twitch. She is leaving by the Jedi code now, dammit!

When Karen reached for the tempera, Susan had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. Before the tempera even hit the ground, she was walking towards the closet where the mop was kept.

"Opps!" their guffawing almost broke her control, but she thought of her son. Susan went back to her humming and cleaning the mess, never once looking at them. She hated looking at people. She would notice things about them, figure out all their dirty little secrets. She could ruin Marsha's entire career from the scraps of her knees and make Karen suicidal by her choice in shoes and the brooch she was wearing today. She just wished she could turn it off, and be… Normal? Average? Well, be just less her. If that even makes sense.

Susan knew that her intelligence level was rare, but looking at her records, she was an idiot. She never finished high school or got her GED, it was entirely too boring for her liking. Also, she liked to use average words and slang. She just wanted to be like the other stupid girls, who had pathetic lives, but it was enough for them. But as much as she despised her talents, they did come in handy. They saved her sanity by giving her responsibility. It gave her a son.

She had first noticed the little boy at her last apartment. Her talent told her all about this boy and how he was abused and if she did help today, he would die tonight. She decided that she wanted him, so she took him. Some would call it kidnapping, but it is only kidnapping when it is reported. It was amazing how a well-aimed gun to the mother's head could entrust complete silence. Yes, she killed the slag, but not only because she wanted to. Was it really two years ago? Time really flew by.

Susan had just wiped up the floor, when suddenly it was covered in blue paint. "Having fun?"

"Yes, we are. Are you?" Marsha said smirking.

"Too busy not giving a fuck," a smile tugged at Susan's lips. "But you Marsha are busy giving a fuck… to a certain staff member."

"YOU LYING BITCH!"

Susan ignored her, she was more concerned with buzzing in her pocket. *1 new text message.*

Dearie, come to London and see the sights!

What a strange text from a very strange man. Though she had never met him, he seems right peculiar. But hey, who was she to judge. She knew something and he was willing to pay a lot for it. This money will change Rhys's life. That little tyke was worth every insult she took, cleaning up vomit, and getting herself involved in shady business deals. Huh, it was like high school all over again.

I wide smile took over her face, and when she looked at the teachers it took a feral turn. She gripped the wooden handle of the mop with both hands. With a flick of her wrists, the handle glided thru the air meeting their chins, sending them both to the ground out cold.

"It is your mess, clean it up. I have places to be and people to see. I am a very important person. I should buy a boat…"

Susan walked around the two drooling women and headed to the back room where the kids were watching a movie. She peeked into the room and saw her little boy, sitting in the corner reading a book with a flashlight. It did not surprise her; Rhys had always chosen his books over the children, well people in general. He was no longer jumpy, like he used to be. He had become cold to the other children, though he liked play practical jokes on the ones who teased him. Susan and her grandmother were the only ones Rhys cared about, everyone else was simply nothing.

Now most would think that would be a cause for concern, and it was. However, Susan was never normal herself or placed herself around normal for very long. She didn't even know if she could recognize 'normal' anymore.

Susan tapped lightly on the wall 4 times. The youngsters watching the movies either didn't hear or didn't care, but Rhys knew. That was one of their secret codes. His head snapped up from his book and looked at the door. Once he saw his mummy he started to put his books in his carry-bag, and made his way over to Susan.

"Did you get the munny?" Rhys knew all about the business deal, he may only be seven, but he was quite brilliant.

"Only some, but it still a whole bunch," she whispers back. "We are leaving for London."

"Grandma's then. Good, the children here were starting to get to me. I was starting to feel my IQ drop every time one of them would speak."

"Oh, hush," she said as gave her son a playful shove, in which he returned. They did not bother to alert anyone as they walked out of building and headed for the local train station.

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"Susan, it is wonderful to see you! Hello, Rhys!" Mrs. Turner did not hug her grandson, not sure if he would appreciate the gesture. So she settled with patting his shoulder. "You're such a handsome young man."

Rhys smiled and hugged his grandma, well technically his great-grandma, but he never got to know his grandma because she had already passed on from cancer before Susan found him. "Grandma, you are family. You can hug me."

Mrs. Turner had long gave up on trying to work out her granddaughter and grandson's big brains. "So what brings you here to London, Susan?"

"Business. I was wondering if you had a place for Rhys and I to stay."

"I'm sorry love, the room has been taken up. I have some married ones as rents now. I think my friend might have a room still. Though, it is a bit rough. Her nice flat was taken up by a very strange and rude man, but his boyfriend is quite nice. I heard he was a doctor, shame. We could have set you up on a date, lord knows you need one."

"Grandma!"

"I'll give Martha a ring and see about the rent. Susan, could you put kettle on, please?"

"I can do it mummy."

"Oh, you are such a gentleman," Susan said as she nuzzled her son's now blushing cheek. He was so easy to embarrass.

Susan waited until her son was in the kitchen. She peeked around the corner to make sure he was busy. She watched as he gripped the kettle with both hands and filled it with water. He had to stand on his tippy toes to reach the sink. Susan raised both her hands to her face and silently squealed. Her son was entirely too cute!

As Rhys was digging through the cabinet, Susan ninja rolled over to her grandmother who let out a yelp, almost dropping her mobile. Susan pressed her finger to her lips and did a quick glance over both shoulders. "Don't drink the tea," she whispered.

"What?" Mrs. Turner whispered back.

"Don't drink the tea."

"Why not?"

"It's lethal. The first time I had a cuppa of his tea I thought I was literally going to die."

"Oh stop being dramatic," Mrs. Turner waved Susan off and returned her attention backed to her mobile.

Susan looked up at the ceiling and her eyebrows knitted. "No, really I thought I was going to die. Was in the hospital for three weeks. Wrote up my will and everything. I left Rhys's care to you, well in hope you wouldn't drink his tea. I truly do not know how he makes tea so deadly, all he uses is basic ingredients. It is an art form all on its own."

"Wha…?"

"You don't want Rhys?" Susan asked, heartbroken. "I thought you loved my darling little boy." Susan dramatically threw herself in the corner of the room and sulked.

"Oh, no that is absurd! I love, Rhys!"

Susan immediately recovered and smiled brightly, "That's good! You and Rhys are all I have. There is no one else to send him too."

Mrs. Turner's shoulders fell. She really wished Susan would find someone to settle down with. Rhys will eventually grow up and leave the nest and she herself wasn't getting any younger. However, before she could say anything Rhys reentered the sitting room with a tray of three cups of the deadly brew.

Susan and her grandmother sat on the loveseat facing the telly. Rhys gave his mummy her cuppa, she smiled lovingly at him and Rhys returned her smile with one of his own. When Rhys momentarily turned to his grandmother, Susan quickly dumped the fatal beverage in the potted plant which seemed to instantly wilt. Rhys sat down in the armchair to the left, his feet unable to touch the floor. Susan inwardly squealed at his overall cuteness.

Mrs. Turner placed the cup against her lips until she remembered that she had yet to call Martha about the flat. She placed her cup down and rushed over to her mobile. Susan's shoulders relaxed.

Susan scooted down the seat closer to her son as she waited for her grandmother to finish her call. She grabbed her son's foot and Rhys instantly noticed the playful move. Susan placed his foot on her lap.

"Man, I am famished! Oh look, a delicious looking leg on my lap." Susan leaned over and pretended to eat his leg, while Rhys laughed.

"Om nom nom nom nom!"

Rhys rolled around in his chair, laughing. Susan looked up and reached over, pulling Rhys on her lap. "Still hungry!"

She lifted his shirt and blew raspberries on his stomach. Rhys howled with laughter and tried to push her away. Susan set up straight and smiled down at her little boy, Rhys wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his face in her neck.

"I love you, mummy," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you too, more then you'll ever know."

Click

"Adorable! I cannot wait to get this one developed. I will get a copy for you, Susan," Mrs. Turner said, smiling. "Also, I just got off the phone with Martha. She is absolutely thrilled that someone wants to rent out that flat. She said you could come over today, if you wanted. I even got you a discount."

"What is the address?"

"221C Baker Street."

A/N: Okay, not had changed in the chapter just a few things here and there. I didn't want to change the entire plot. But others chapters will change a lot more. Especially with season three out. Wasn't it awesome or was it awesome?! -Macbeth