Colleen

"This is the flat." John stated with an air of awkwardness. He looked over at the woman standing with him.

She was very pretty, young too. Much younger than John. Perhaps that's why he felt so odd having her here in the home that Sherlock and himself shared. She was a mystery.

Gazing around the room she took a step towards the living room. John watched her eyes sweep from the skull on the wall to the one on the fireplace.

"Epic violin." She said, turning back to John. He looked down at Sherlock's violin. Sherlock left it lying on the sofa, the neck of the instrument dangling off the edge dangerously close to falling off. The bow sitting over by the simple stand near Sherlock's chair. John coughed.

"Yeah, it belongs to my flat mate, he's pretty good too." He rubbed the back of his neck absently as he watched her inspect the kitchen almost like she was searching for something. Perhaps this woman was far too young for him. She seemed not a day over 20. Suddenly his 35 years seemed very old indeed.

She was an interesting creature, she was kind and sexy. Her name was Colleen and she was born in France but was living in the UK because her company relocated her. Her hair fell long down to the middle of her back. It was pinned back on each side to keep it out of her eyes. Her clothing gave off the air that she knew how to dress and dress well. Her cheeks were still flush from the cold November air. John had been positively confused when she had approached him while sitting on a bench near the park.

First it started with permission to sit on the bench, despite the fact that there were empty ones on either side of John. Their conversation progressed to a cup of coffee and for some reason John had felt the compelling need to bring her home. Not entirely sure what he meant by that sudden act.

"Um, what's with all the science equipment?" she asked, breaking John from him reverie. John chuckled, walking up beside the table in their little dining area.

"That would be mine." Sherlock's voice from behind them stated. John turned around. Sherlock stood in the door way pulling off his coat, gloves, and scarf. As he hung them up he added, "Don't touch it, I'm doing an experiment." His tone was clipped, annoyed. Colleen's eyes seemed to glow.

"What kind of experiment?" she exclaimed, coming around the edge of the table to approach Sherlock. John wanted to cringe, so much for a relationship with a nice pretty intelligent woman for once.

Sherlock smirked. "I'm testing the rate at which different animal eyes deflate after death." John looked over to Colleen to catch her reaction. He wondered if she'd run out quickly or believe Sherlock was lying.

There was a pause in Colleens steps. And then-

"Really? That's awesome!" she said and she practically bounced over to Sherlock's side.

Her reaction totally threw John off. As well as Sherlock. Colleen's words wiped the smirk off his face and he just stared at her.

"Um. You really think so?" he asked finally. She nodded.

"Yeah, care to explain your findings?" she turned back to the table and walked, her eyes searching for something.

Sherlock coughed and glanced at John. John shrugged still a bit mystified as to what was happening.

"well, um. I don't see what harm could come from that. Would you care to assist me? I find that John can be quite difficult with these sorts of things." Sherlock answered her as he too walked into the kitchen. He'd never pass up an opportunity to show off.

Not entirely sure what to do, John made himself a cup of tea and pulled up his blog. After a while, he shut it and faced the two wannabe scientists who were in the middle of cataloging results on a beaver.

Perhaps a woman like Colleen, with the same scientific interest as Sherlock, was someone to keep around. Hell she might even be the one.

Fortunately we all know that was never the case. I imagine that Colleen was using John just to satisfy her scientific curiosity but once Sherlock deduced this fact he kicked her out of their flat and threatened to have her deported. That might be a fun one shot to write based off another word. keep a lookout ;D