|A Strange Case of the 'Fangirls'
Author: ExploreTheStars PM
Emily Jones is a huge SuperWhoLockian. But she understands that those are just stories. Wait...they are just stories, right? I suck at summaries! Better inside I promise:Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Mystery/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,130 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 07-07-12 - Published: 07-04-12 - id: 8285678
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Chapter One: Flowers and Husbands
Hello all! So, I just wanted to share this new story with you. I'm basing it off a dream I had the other night! I hope you enjoy it!
Emily wandered outside of her house through the back door around noon, humming 'Stayin Alive' to herself as she did so. She had re-watched season two episode one of Sherlock earlier in the morning and she couldn't help but download the song onto her iPod and listen to it. She pulled her iPod out of her pocket and adjusted the volume a bit, drowning out the noise of the outside world.
Emily moved over to the hose and unwound it from its stand, dragging the long tubing down to the garden across her yard. She turned it on and began to water the plants, a chore that she didn't really mind all that much. She could plug in her iPod and just hum quietly to herself, not caring about anything else. She checked on the vegetables that she and her parents had planted, making sure the spinach was growing well and the tomatoes where turning red. Emily double checked that the radishes didn't need any more thinning out and moved over to the other side of the garden, watering the flowers.
She watered the Zinnias and Hollyhocks, Blue Bells (ha, rabbits) and Snap Dragons, smiling as her iPod changed tracks and moved on to 'Blink' by Chameleon Circuit. She finished watering her garden and moved the hose back to its stand, winding it up half way and then filling up a watering can because the hose couldn't reach the front of her house. Once the watering can was filled, she finished winding up the hose and moved to the front of the house, set to water the flowers around the mailbox.
As Emily was walking to the mailbox, she couldn't help but be swept by a case of the 'feels' as 'Carry on my Wayward Son' began playing. She pulled her iPod from her pocket and changed the track, wondering why on earth she downloaded the song. She sighed and looked across the street; there was a moving truck in the driveway of the house directly across from hers. Finally someone had decided to move in! It was a gorgeous house after all. Two stories tall and white, beautiful bushes and black shutters, it was a surprise someone hadn't snatched it up sooner. Emily couldn't help but feel the blush creep across her cheek when she saw who exactly was living there. He was tall with blonde hair that was shorter on the sides than in the front. He was wearing a white wife-beater and oh God did he have fine muscles, and a damn fine ass too. She giggled to herself and remembered the task at hand, beginning to water the flowers that were around the mailbox.
Once Emily had finished that, she glanced across the street again, and couldn't help but drop the watering can she was holding. She blinked a few times, making sure that she wasn't going crazy. A short man with dark hair just got out of the moving van and hugged the taller blonde one. Short man with dark hair….That was Andrew Scott, Andrew Freaking Scott just got out of the moving van and hugged the attractive blonde man as he did so. ANDREW SCOTT.
Emily blinked a few times, picking up the watering can and shaking her head. She immediately dropped the watering can again, noticing that the two were walking over to her. Oh god, ! Emily cleared her throat, taking her earbuds out of her ears and smiled at the two new neighbors, and before she knew it, she was making a fool of herself. "A-Are you Andrew Scott?" She stammered, looking at the shorter man.
"I'm sorry…?" He replied with a light Irish accent, tilting his head slightly. "No, I don't believe I am." He said with a sincere smile. "My name's James – you can call me Jim, and this is my husband Sebastian. We just moved here from London…needed a get away to a small town in the USA I suppose." He said, laughing a bit.
Emily blinked a few times, what was happening? He said his name was James, and he said Sebastian. Did she fall asleep reading fanfiction again? If she did, she'd just have to play along. "Oh, sorry…you – uh…you just had one of those er…faces. Um, hello! I'm Emily, welcome to the neighborhood." She said in reply, laughing nervously.
Jim sent her another smile and offered her his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Emily. I was just wondering – are there any good places to order take away from?"
Emily blinked a few more times than normal, again, and nodded quickly. She stared at his hand for a moment, remembering that this sort of gesture meant: 'Shake my hand'. And that's what Emily did, shaking his hand quickly and dropping it to her side. "Oh, oh yeah! Um, there's a really good Italian place that delivers. Angelo's, uh, the number is 555-955-1324." Emily said from memory, what could she say…her family didn't like to cook much.
Sebastian sent her a smile this time, "Thanks. We owe you one." He said, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
They owe me one…."I-O-U" Emily murmured out loud, blushing when she realized she did so. She narrowed her eyes a bit, watching as Jim's smile faltered a bit and he cleared his throat. "Nope, we owe you this time. Thank you very much Emily. See you around!" He said, turning on his heel and dragging Sebastian along, murmuring something to him as they walked back to their new home.
Emily stared for a while, no…who was she kidding. Emily stared for a long time, even after the couple had made their way into the house. What the hell was going on! She sighed, maybe she was losing it. She ran a hand through her short brown hair and picked up the watering can for the second time, and moved to her Garage, placing the watering can inside and closing the garage door behind her. She opened the door to the house and slammed it closed, subconsciously locking it behind her. Tea. She needed Tea.
Emily quickly moved into her kitchen, going into the glass cupboard, taking out a tea mug, and over to the water cooler. She pressed down on the small red lever attached to the nozzle, pouring some hot water into her cup. She snatched a tea bag from the coffee/tea cupboard and put it in the steaming water that was sitting in the cup.
Emily leaned against the countertop and let out a long breath. What the hell was going on? Jim and Sebastian had just moved in next door, and there was no news of murders in town. No…no murders weren't really important right now, what was really important was the fact that two fictional characters had just moved in across the street. Was this some kind of joke? Did Michael and McKenzie set this up? It was close to Emily's birthday and they sooooo would do something like this to her.
Emily was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell ring. "Oh what now?" She murmured under her breath, walking through the kitchen and dining room to the entryway, unlocking and opening the door with her hand that wasn't occupied with a tea mug. When she opened the door, she just stared, not saying anything.
"Hello. Sorry to bother you, I'm agent Bachman and this is agent Turner. We have a few questions for you."
And there goes the tea mug, crashing to the ground.
So should I continue with this or not...? Let me know!