OC in Sherlock world yayyyy!

I was at a sort of dead-end for my other story and couldn't get what I wanted into words, but I wanted to write something fun and cliche.

This is one of those stories where someone just so happens to be thrown into the world of John and Sherlock ~and that person so happened to have seen the tv show~. It's been a fun first chapter and I may just keep writing.

Tell me what you think in the reviews :)

It was really rather scary, because I had been simply in my room reading some medical textbooks, drinking some coffee when I got hungry and decided to head off into the kitchen. Nothing new, I did that all the time and I saw nothing wrong with it. It wasn't until I opened my bedroom door to see a hallway I didn't recognize,

"What the hell?" I blurted out quietly. I closed my door looked back into my room and took a deep breath before I opened my door again, aaaand it was the same hallway. Alright well this was just straight up weird. Maybe it's one of those psychological mind games where your brain completely forget where you live for a few seconds...but this was more then a few seconds. I was sort of freaking out now- because- well it's not everyday you open your bedroom door to find another person's home. I lightly stepped out of my room and went into the hallway. Something about it seemed similar but I couldn't place it yet. I stepped into the hallway, my coffee mug still in hand started to see what looked like a kitchen. Okay- a kitchen that's what I was going for. Food. Maybe I'm just hallucinating or something I'll figure this out.

I finally make it to the kitchen and turn quickly to a fridge, "Well- isn't this really familiar..." I mutter to myself. I slowly open the fridge hoping to find cheese cubes, or maybe even ham slices that are in my fridge at home only to find- "OH MY MOTHER OF FUCK. WHAT THE HELL?!" My coffee cup falls out of my hand and shatters on the ground. Severed. Fingers. WHO HAS SEVERED FINGERS IN THEIR FRIDGE. Did I fall asleep? Am I in a dream? I turn around to find that I'm not in any home of my imagination. "This- this is Sherlock's home." my mouth suddenly rambles out.

"Yes it is." a deep voice sounded from the living room and I suddenly realize that not only is this Sherlock's fucking home but this is SHERLOCK IN HIS HOME. I look from the kitchen and see Sherlock sitting in his armchair with a book in his hands. I'm frozen and I stare silently into his face, it looks like he's about to speak before I hear the door to the flat open.

Sherlock turns his back towards the book, "You took your time."

"Yeah, I didn't get the shopping." I hear John Watson's voice and restrain myself from speaking. Sherlock is acting as if I'm not here why is he acting as if I'm not here.

Sherlock looks over his book indignantly and glances at me quickly before speaking, "What? Why not?"

"Because I had a row, in the shop, with a chip-and-PIN machine."

Sherlock lowers his book title, and I freak out even further because no one is acknowledging me and I do not know what to do, "You...you had a row with a machine?"

"Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse. Have you got cash?" It didn't take long before I could see John Watson, his back was facing me and he still hadn't looked towards the kitchen.

I can see Sherlock gold back and smile and nod towards me, "Take my card."

John finally turns around sees me and freezes into a sort of military stance, "Sherlock."

"Yes." Sherlock says as he reads his book.

"Why is there a frightened teenage girl standing in our kitchen."

"Don't know."

John makes a very hilarious face, "Wh- what do you mean you don't know? And she's crying Sherlock- is she a client?"

I didn't even notice I was crying before I brought a hand up to my face and felt the tears, "C- Can you stop acting like I'm not here? A-AND I'M NOT A TEENAGER!" I wasn't. I'm 26 years old and I look 26 years old. Sure I was short but I had rather large boobs and an adult looking face that showed up after I turned about 15 when I finally whipped myself into shape. "Why would you think that?" I wipe my tears and manage to calm myself down, I can't freak out now.

"Well- Sorry to tell you but although I-" John gestured awkwardly to my body, and I looked down at my double Ds"-acknowledge the curves, you look at least six inches shorter then me and you have a young face. I'm a doctor, I know my ages." He shook his head suddenly- "Why does that even matter? Why are you here?" He looks towards Sherlock who is now standing up and looking at the scene with interest, "Sherlock?"

I didn't pay attention to his question and instead opted to try and get back to my room, I go down the hallway and open the door I came from, instead of opening it to find my bedroom I find a linen closet and damn am I trying to not freak out now. I pace the hallway.

"What's your name? How did you get in here?" I hear Sherlock ask me as I turn around to see him and John in the hallway.

"My name is Elise- and I don't know." I shook my head and place it in my hands before taking a deep breath. Okay, I can't exactly tell them the whole truth. I can't say that I saw them on a show or that I know how their lives will play out that would just be- that would just be disastrous. I must be in a dream. "I was sitting in my bedroom, when I open the door to my bedroom and POOF!" I make my hands do a little finger flinging, "I'm suddenly here. In your home."

"So you live in the United States?" John suddenly asked me. I then I realized how weird it must sound to them, I'm an American girl (shutup) who just so happens to show up in their home for no apparent reason.

"Yeah. Yes- I live in Boston. I don't know I got here."

"How do you know about us? Few people in London even know who I am- it's not as if every American is well-versed in consulting detectives."

I laugh nervously. How was I going to effectively lie about this? "Uh- I was just sorta on the internet one day I-" I gesture towards John and smile, "Found Doctor John Watson's blog! I was enamored by your case 'The Study in Pink' and I just did some further research and found 221B and Sherlock Holmes! So yeah I just sorta recognized you guys and the place." I smiled awkwardly. I knew that Sherlock wasn't buying any of it.

"What are your parents numbers? Can we call them in Boston." John speaks up, he comes near me and puts up his hand in a 'I'm dealing with a child' manner, "Elise, I understand you must be very confused-"

I put up my hand to stop him speaking, "I don't understand what my parents have to do with this. They don't even live in Boston they're down in New Mexico. I can find my way home myself." I'll wake up. I'll wake up and it will be over.

Sherlock scoffs, "You're a teenager. Fourteen to seventeen years old by the looks of it. Of course John would be interested in your parents- and although you are a very good liar I don't take any of your words into consideration- who are you? A runaway? Of to go to London? Meet a detective?" Sherlock's tone was mocking. And I felt like pulling my hair out why does everyone think I'm a teenager.

"I'm a DOCTOR for fuck's sake. I am TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD and I have my MEDICAL DEGREE! I may not be able to practice yet, but considering I have the degree- I'm pretty fucking sure I'm not a teenager."

I'm about to speak up more before I finally realize something, I feel different. I legitimately feel different. I finally give my body a good look and realize something I have a tubby tummy. I feel my arms while John and Sherlock look at me in confusion. My arms are tubby. I had muscles. I had abs and muscles and I got fit when I was sixteen why is all my fat back from when I was younger. "MMmmmmm." I hum nervously. "Hey before I answer any more questions can I see a mirror?"

"What?" John asks.

"Can I see a mirror?"

"There's one in the living roo- hey!"

I pass by them quickly and glance in the mirror above their fireplace.

"What the fuck?" I look fucking fourteen. I look like I'm my fourteen year old self, I can feel the little pudge on my cheeks as I squish them and I almost don't notice when John puts his hand on my shoulder in a concerned manner, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I ask him suddenly. He looks slightly startled.

I freak out and start hyperventilating before I feel myself getting light-headed, start losing my balance and I can begin to feel myself falling and everything turns black.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

Elise... if that really was her real name was now a girl- a teenage girl who had just collapsed in John and Sherlock's living room. John had immediately got down to his knees and checked her pulse.

"She's fine- I think she just, well, I think she just fainted." He got up and looks at Sherlock with an angry face, "Sherlock, why is there a teenage girl in our flat?"

"I've already told you John, I have no good idea." Sherlock got down and looked at the girl, "She's a contradiction John."

"What?"

"She's a contradiction, deductions so far have proven the fact that although she has a rather developed body she is fourteen years old. Although the way she holds herself would signal the fact that the age she had provided is correct. Which is obviously wrong, but interesting nonetheless...I've come to the conclusion she wasn't lying about believing she had a medical degree and was probably delusional. In fact, the reason she fainted was because she was so surprised at her age-"

"Sherlock, just- hold on for a second and help me pick her up and put her on the couch or something she can't just lay here." Sherlock looked angry at the interruption but nodded as they both picked her up and put her on the sofa, "She should be awake by now." John added, "People faint because they're shocked and wake up shortly after...now she's just sleeping." John looked very concerned, "She must have been exhausted."

"Stop it with the sentiment John." Sherlock waved his hand and sat down at his chair steepled his fingers and turned his attention towards Elise.

"Sherlock we need to find her family and send her back."

"No!"

"What do you mean no?"

"We can't just leave this mystery. It's interesting, John."

John leveled a stare and crossed his arms, "No, Sherlock. We can't kidnap a fourteen year old girl."

Sherlock stared at him for a time, it was a long affair, probably about a minute before Sherlock broke, "Fine. I'll do research and find her family, but before I do can I at least speak to her when I wake her up."

"NO."

"Why?"

"I'm not letting you terrify a fourteen year old girl. No, you do the research about her family truthfully and I'll- I still need to do shopping I'll bring her with me to TESCO."

"John."

"Sherlock."

Sherlock didn't say a word, and the deja vu moment continued before he spoke, "Tell me everything she says when she's with you."

John smiled and went over to wake Elise up.