4. John H Watson, Sherlock Holmes: ratgirl (1/2)

author note: hey this is ratgirl407! just wanted to mention i am writing for movies/ television/ and books while piratekitag has taken anime/ manga/ and games.

i do have a lot on my plate this semester; i'm going to pick and choose topics i know about. since i don't wanna use a lot of my time watching or reading things that i don't know a lot on. sorry if i don't pick a certain topic.

lindsey

sherlock holmes (books)/ inuyasha

watson/ kagome

summary: after watson's wife, mary, passed on from the world he returns to holmes only to find out that someone new has taken residence in his old home. no, it was no other man, but a pretty foreign woman who went by the name kagome higurashi.

disclaimer: i do not own anything; sir arthur conan doyle owns the sherlock holmes books. then rumiko takahasi owns inuyasha.

he stepped out of the cab, in a spur of a moment's notice he had traveled to the old street of baker, specifically apartment building 221b. his old home that he once shared with his companion, the infamous sherlock holmes.

watson nodded his head to the cab driver. knowing that his job was done for the evening. either he would stay with holmes for the night, or find a way back to his home that he once shared with his wife. either way a long time would pass before leaving the flat once again.

two years spent with the woman he had married, and suddenly mary became ill and passed, but that was just shy of a year ago that her passing struck him. he had come to accept it, also to accept that they were never very close to each other. it seemed the most passion between them was when holmes and himself took her case together. eventually finding out that her father had died, and half the treasure that he had discovered belonged to her. later discovering that there was no treasure to bestow to the former dear miss. mary morstan.

the cab behind him rolled past and watson stood tall and still as he looked at his once home. he had not attempted to wire holmes in quite a while, neither had the detective for that matter. though he did not expect his once roommate to do such an act.

he took a step closer to the building, climbing the steps like he had done so often before. sometimes returning from a late night of detective work, or other times from meeting with a patient.

watson knocked on the door, his knuckles feeling chilled in the now falling temperature. he leaned on his cane and shifted his position so he could look out to the familiar street as the world continued to move forward. only a few moments later the door was opened and an older lady peered out to see who had been knocking at the door.

"good evening mrs. hudson" watson inclined his head in a greeting, his left hand coming up to tip his top hat forward ever so slightly.

she smiled a kind smile and opened the heavy door wider "dr. watson!" she greeted him instantly. "i was unaware you would be visiting at such an hour as this," she said as he took a step inside when she shifted her position to allow him in "i am both sad and relieved to say that mr. holmes is out for the evening".

watson frowned for a moment "he has a case then" the comment was on the verge of a question as he spoke it. with the assistance of mrs. hudson he removed his black coat.

"no sir" she replied taking his coat from him, and then his hat, which he had handed her afterwards.

watson lifted his hand that held his cane, as he held the object he fixed his cuff on his sleeve so it sat better. doing the same to his other arm he glanced at his previous landlady "no?" he questioned looking at her in skepticism. it was unheard of to find sherlock holmes out of his home when he had no case to dwell over. "is he at the university?" his question came out eloquently. if any place he would be there, or alison's rooms. watson quickly thought of the underground boxing area holmes occasionally attended.

he also remembered meeting holmes at the university for the very first time. the anomalous man immediately knew that he had come from afghanistan, not even bothering to question it as he continued to work in the lab. watson almost smirked at the very peculiar memory.

"he very well could be dr. watson, i am afraid though that i do not know his whereabouts". she clasped onto his thick coat while she still shifted it in her arms. "you may sit in the waiting room for him though" she offered the room to him.

he nodded to her and mrs. hudson turned to lead him up the stairs. she walked up the precisely seventeen steps that led up to the first floor flat. each step

ought him closer the waiting room where both holmes and himself shared so many times with clients.

as they reached the top step mrs. hudson opened the wooden door for him. it swung open and he could step into the familiar space. "he shouldn't be much longer" she replied following him into the waiting room. "do you care for any coffee?" she asked him as he took in what was different about the area aside from his own things missing. she placed his black coat and hat on one of the hooks by the doorway as he was dwelling over his own thoughts.

"ahh" he spoke standing up straight "that'd be lovely" he accepted her offer. the landlady then left him in the room alone.

watson looked to the fireplace in front of him; currently two chairs were on either side of it. which quite frankly was odd, since he had taken the chair he had claimed as 'his' when he moved out of the space.

taking a step forward he glanced at the piece of furniture that resembled his own piece he had back at his current home. it did not only resemble the original chair though, but it looked like it was an exact replica.

he narrowed his eyes and knew that it was holmes' obsessive attitude that motivated him to perform such an act.

stepping away from the item he went to sit on the sofa that has remained after he had departed several years back. resting in the seat he heard the door open to the waiting room once more. watson inclined his head to the direction of the entranceway of the room. mrs. hudson walked

iskly back into the space, this time with a tray in her grasp.

she walked to the right of him and gently sat the metal tray on the dinning table. not only did she have coffee, but also what looked like to be eccles cakes. "they were left over from supper tonight" mrs. hudson spoke while she poured him some coffee, preparing it exactly how he liked it.

"you didn't have to," watson stated leaning over a bit when she

ought him his drink. "thank you though" he nodded to her as she went back to the tray of leftovers. he looked to the left of him, towards the lit fire. mrs. hudson most likely keeping the space warm for the night at least until holmes would return. his eyes glanced down where the light from the fire danced along the oddly bare floor. well maybe not so 'bear' since the bear skinned rug that had been there the last time he was at the flat was missing.

"what happened to the bear?" watson voiced his thoughts; once he spoke he took a sip of his coffee.

"oh" the landlady hummed looking at the empty space. "mr. holmes wasn't too keen on removing that particular piece of decoration," she explained, half enjoying that the hideous rug was now gone from the waiting room.

watson grew curious, just as he would with any of holmes' new cases. he had a feeling he was in for quite a shocking piece of information though. "yet it is gone," he commented, his chin rising only slightly as he glanced to his former landlady.

she nodded "miss. higurashi had the privilege of dealing with mr. holmes on that concern". the elder turned back around to clean up the area she had been using.

watson furred an eye

ow and his mustache twitched as he frowned in thought "i was unaware that there was a lady present in holmes' life". the only woman he knew that holmes had associated with more than one occasion was always known as 'the woman'. others commonly knew her as miss. irene adler. he was unfamiliar with the name that mrs. hudson had mentioned.

the landlady turned to look at watson "i wouldn't dare say that they are involved" her voice grew low "mr. holmes has a respect for the young lady though, enough to listen to her reasoning and thoughts on cases and other such matters".

watson watched her for a moment, dwelling over the words that the elder lady has spoken. it was rare that one such as holmes took in ones reasoning on certain matters. even he with knowing him for just over a decade was just beginning to have holmes listen to his very own thoughts on cases. it would be rare that a lady could change the detective so quickly. "the lady" watson started to speak while he held his coffee in his hands, the liquid growing low "she is around quite a bit i'm assuming".

mrs. hudson let a knowing smile escape as she continued to clean up, "i'd say more than quite a bit". placing the plate of dessert she

ought with her on the table she moved to clean up the cream and sugar dishes "miss. higurashi took residence in your previous quarters". the woman didn't spare him a glance as she spoke "she is away for the evening as well" she clarified that the girl was gone from the flat.

if he wasn't puzzled before he certainly was now.

"i see" he replied taking a last sip of his drink before handing off the cup to mrs. hudson. watson stood from his place on the sofa, his cane leaning against the piece of furniture carelessly. "it's late" he spoke walking up to where the elder woman was "i think i know my way around enough to care for myself until holmes returns tonight" his voice was sure of himself as he helped her gather what dishes needed to be collected. "you should retire for the night".

"are you sure dr. watson?" she asked, knowing that the relatively manageable boarder was always well mannered.

he nodded curtly, his military background seeping to the surface ever so slightly. "i'll at least save you a meeting with holmes tonight," knowing that his companion always was apprehensive towards the older lady. sometimes believing that the woman had snuck poison into his food.

a smile formed on her aged face and he knew she would of course accept his offer. "i thank you" she replied picking up the tray and holding it in front of her. "good evening dr. watson" she bid him a farewell as she continued to walk out of the waiting room.

he tilted his head quickly in a farewell as she stepped out of the doorway and out into the hall. thus he was left alone with his own thoughts.

carefully he pushed the small plate of desserts back towards the center of the dining table. not at all hungry he walked slowly towards where he had been sitting before. leaning down to sit he reached for his cane once more, this time holding the object in his grasp loosely. thoughts drifted back to the unknown woman that holmes obviously knew a great deal about.

at the very ironic thought, a small smirk appeared on his lips, shadowed by his mustache. a small puff of hot air escaped through his slightly parted lips in a knowing but sad laugh.

holmes knew a great deal of anyone no matter the person.

returning back to the revelation about the lady he went to frown. it wasn't appropriate for a lady to be staying in the same space as sherlock holmes. from the tone in mrs. hudson's voice he no doubt could tell that the lady was well mannered and classy.

he leaned back into the cushion of the piece of furniture. his eyes peered around the room, now knowing that there was a lady staying in the flat he could see the small signs around the waiting room.

a few novels that holmes never would think to pick up twice, books of literature, and philosophy were present. well, holmes never concentrated on those subjects very often, so he knew they were not from his collection.

holmes believed in only studying and remembering things that could be of use to him. for example when he had told the detective that the world was round. holmes promptly took in the information, and stated a few seconds later that he had then forgotten it so that he could fit information that would be of use to him later on.

still he sat as his mind wandered with the analysis of the waiting room. studying everything and concentrating on what belonged to the mystery woman and what could be possibly holmes'.

the once military man sat in silence for nearly an hour until he heard the closing of the door down the seventeen stairs. whomever entered the space creaked up the stairs, their footsteps light. he couldn't tell which of the people who lived in the flat were returning home, of course he could imagine a lady would be light on her feet. holmes was known for being discrete though, always keeping his presence low to those around him.

watson turned in his seat slightly looking towards the doorway to who would be entering it. scraping of the steps, and a few thumps when the shoes of the person halted at the doorway to the waiting room seeped to his ears. the door moved and let out small creak, almost sounding as if the doorway let out a chilling cry in the soundless room.

a tiny foot stepped into the room and was followed by a small thin form of a lady. her long deep blue dress

ushing across the wooden floor, the ends dusted from obviously walking outside.

as watson gazed up he saw the ensemble didn't just sport the dress, but a bustle dress coat as well. immediately standing he looked again to the woman, long black locks of hair trailed down her back, blending in with the black coat and royal blue dress that she wore. on top of her head, pinned was deep blue buckram hat. her clothing was nothing overly fancy or exclusive, but she wore it with such grace that one could mistake the quite simple garb to be one that would be desired and high-end.

"excuse me" her voice

oken the silence between them. her lips parted and her eyes trailed to his. "are you here for mr. sherlock holmes?" her question escaped and he smiled in response.

watson nodded and stood straight taking advantage of his military background. he noticed her fully; she was a foreigner like he had guessed whilst listening as mrs. hudson spoke of the woman's name. what really surprised him was that she spoke english well enough that a heavy accent was limited.

most had an apprehension towards other ethnic groups. he was used to it, after serving in the military he was able to see many types of people and grown accustomed to those of a different race. he had never actually considered a foreigner to be beautiful enough to possibly start a romantic relationship with.

"yes" he spoke whilst her eyes focused onto his; deep blue was odd for any asian. "i'm dr. john h. watson" he replied standing where he was as she stood by the entrance.

she smiled,

ight white teeth appeared from her parted lips. "ahh" she hummed walking further into the room, her dress scraping across the hard floor. "holmes' best friend" she commented looking at him for a moment, then going to remove her coat. the fire inside heated the place too much to leave such a warm layer of clothing on.

watson walked towards her before she could get her coat off "may i?" he questioned. at her nod he walked behind her and gripped onto the black wool coat. her long dress

ushed against his leather shoes as he removed the layer of clothing from her person.

watson held the coat up and gently draped it over his left arm so the article wouldn't touch the ground.

"thank you" she answered turning back around.

he was surprised that she was even smaller than he thought; her coat blocked her very tiny frame. "my pleasure" he responded nodding at her, and then walking over to the coat hanger where mrs. hudson had placed his own clothing. turning around once again he noticed the dark haired woman walked around the sofa obviously opening the invitation for conversation.

he slowly walked back over to where his cane was; picking it up while the lady sat beside the space he had been earlier. he felt it inappropriate to sit beside her so he walked a few steps to the basket chair across from where she had placed herself.

settling into the seat he heard her voice spoke again. "i'm kagome higurashi" she greeted him, feeling rude probably that she had failed to introduce herself yet.

"miss. higurashi" he spoke testing her name "of how did you come cross being holmes' new roommate?" he questioned her keeping the conversation light. gently he leaned back in the chair and placed his elbows on the armrests on either side of him.

her head moved slightly to the right and up, "please" she answered him "call me kagome". her grin escaped and it seemed to spread on account that a grin now appeared on his face as well.

"call me john then" he answered not at all minding that this new lady in fact called him by his first name.

black hair swept over her shoulder, much different than most of the ladies around who twisted and curled their hair up into tight intricate designs. a small fraction of hair

ushed her cheek and her elegant hand was

ought up to remove the bothersome lock. "john" the name rolled off her tongue and he had to force himself not to smile at the simple action. "i recently met holmes once again, you see" she spoke eloquently "i knew him on a personal level many years before".

watson had to wonder what kind of personal relationship she had known holmes on.

she seemed much different than irene, whom holmes was very infatuated with.

"i see" his answer seemed almost uninterested, now completely focused on her relation to holmes; it seemed quite the puzzle. "speaking of holmes" he changed the subject slightly "where is he?"

kagome tilted her head, her hat covering part of her face as she turned at an odd angle. "well he had been boxing earlier, i went to watch him fight" her reply was light as she moved her head to look at him once again.

seemed like the more she spoke, the more annoyed he grew at holmes for corrupting such a perfect lady. it didn't help that he had known of holmes' bad habits, mostly his addiction to cocaine, heroin, morphine and the occasional trip to an opium den. then of course his detective work, and the attitude that may happen once he finished a case. hardly a home for a lady such as the one he spoke with to be living in.

when kagome spoke again he ignored his thoughts and put his attention onto her. "i left a bit before he had" she commented, her hands folded in front of her politely. "i wouldn't think he would stay much longer".

he nodded while he watched her, obviously trying his best to have holmes' eyes of deduction. the man always saw something that was obvious yet no one could see until he explained himself. sadly he couldn't tell much more than she was an intellectual, and that she somehow was able to stand being around his previous companion.

"so you're a doctor," she replied, her eyes lighting up as she watched him. obviously fascinated in his career choice.

watson smoothly nodded his head answering her question, "yes" he commented.

she stared at him for a bit longer then suddenly shrugged her shoulders and spoke "seems like i should pick up more techniques that holmes uses" her voice was light and airy. "i'm afraid i cannot tell much more about you, well, aside from the occasional mention of a case both of you have worked together on" she responded.

the long curl of her black hair rounded itself around the curve of her waist showing how long her dark locks were. as she shifted the tendrils swayed gently.

his tongue touched his dry lips for a moment before he went to answer in reference to what she had said. "i'm afraid this is the first i learnt of you" offering a small grin watson commented again "you seem to know much more of me than i of you".

kagome laughed, a jungle that made any silver bell dull in comparison. "don't undermine your abilities," her strong but feminine voice told him. "i'm sure you have learnt much from holmes".