The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic

VOICES IN THE NIGHT

Darlence heard noises from her bed and quickly opened her eyes to look around the dark room. Someone had broken in, and was certainly in the room searching her shelves and drawers and making a din enough to rouse a light sleeper like her. They had probably come to know that she had stolen more information on them. Fresh information that could actually put them right into the hands of the government.But being a Holmes, she was hardly satisfied with the quantity; and did not yet pass it on to Mycroft. 

So these people had come to get the phone. She got up noiselessly as her eyes got used to the darkness. She took up the vase to knock the intruder out. A hand restrained hers, and she quickly turned with a straight left, that alerted the fist man at once.

After a little struggle, the second man took out something and put it on a napkin and held it before her nose. She blacked out; but not before she had maliciously kicked the man before her on the knee and actually almost dislocated it. The man swore under his breath and struck her back on the face. Then the two carried her back, tucked her in and resumed their search.

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'Ah, little Noell.' Sherlock smiled at his baby god daughter Petronella, as the Watsons came to visit him next morning. The baby raised her dimpled fists and Sherlock actually played with them for a bit.

'Where is Dacey?' asked John handing over his daughter to Sherlock carefully.

'Sleeping still; I should think.'

'She isn't exactly a morning person, is she?' asked Mary.

They sat down for some snacks. And later for some chats. 

'I say, what's up John?' asked Mary after a while,'Its nine, and Darlence is still not up.'

'Well, she's never so late.' John furrowed his brows,'Maybe she's just tired.'

'Maybe; lets check.' said Sherlock handing over the baby to Mary and sprinting up the stairs.

He saw the door unlocked and frowned; she usually locked herself in. Being Sherlock, he dramatically opened the door and announce,' Nine o clock Darlence, on your feet!' The girl did not stir.

'Rise and shine, little one!' he said feeling sure this would wake her up at once; in an angry mood.

But she still did not move. He looked at her head and noticed the clotted blood down her face 'Good gracious!' he exclaimed ,'John!'

The good doctor came running upstairs.

'Quick John. She's been chloroformed. See if she's fine.'

John took her pulse, and then touched the throat gently,' The pulse is rather irregular. But she'll be fine. Nothing to worry about. '

She stirred and blinked once or twice before looking at Sherlock an John, and then groaned weakly. Bolting up, she murmured,'Do you have it still?' 

'What?'

'My phone.'

' I should say so.'

She fell back on the pillow,' I have a monstorous headache.'

'Usual.' said John softly,' Chloroform isn't all that healthy. You do know what chloroform is, don't you?'

'Dear Lord!' Darlence snapped bad temperedly,' Of course I do: CHCl₃- Trichloromethane- Melting point 209 K, Boiling point 334 K. Anything else?'

'Alright, who came here?' her brother asked softly.

'Well?'

'Who came here last night?'

'Scowrers, I should think.'

'Really Sherlock.' John said exasperatedly,'All this childish fantasy?'

'Is it just fantasy?' he asked unsurely.

'Scowrers are an old and gone society.'

'That's what I think not, doctor. And I know; both Mycroft and Sherlock share this belief. Don't you?'

'I think- yes. And so does Mycroft.'

A car screeched to halt outside. And there was a knocking at the door.

'Talk of the devil himself.' said Sherlock.

'Umm I called him.' said John guiltily.

Sure enough, Mycroft actually leaping over the stairs came to the room. He asked unbelievably anxiously,' Is Darlence quite alright?'

'I'm fine. Are you keeping quite well?'

Any trace of anxiousness drained from her face, and he became the same cold and calculating elder brother they had known. ' think its about time you came to stay at my place.' he remarked,' Sherlock can longer be relied upon.'

'What?' asked the other brother.

'What you just heard.' said Mycroft.

'You've always said you had enough of a little brother; and could not stand a little sister.' retorted Sherlock,' As soon  as mother trusted her over to you, you passed her on to me.'

'I think this is not the time to discuss any sort of codswallop.' said Mycroft solemnly,' You know as well as I, that under the circumstances; we don't want any ''problems''. So Darlence is safer with me.'

It materialised into a full blown quarrel between the two brothers.

'Dr Watson?' Darlence asked in a whisper,' Did you count the quarrels between them this year?'

'Yes, and this is the 24th sadly.'

'Hardly. Okay, lets witness the 24th one then. I think Mycroft shall win this.'

'I think Sherlock shall.'

'Lets see; an ice cream if I win, alright.'

'Okay.'

Obviously Dr. Watson had to buy Darlence ice creams, and he started blaming Sherlock that this was all some deep design by the siblings; and Sherlock had mindfully lost the quarrel, he hardly did lose. The poor detective thought that his friend had gone nuts; and stared at him in shock of losing his friend to the asylum.

His expression threw Darlence into fits of laughter; that unfortunately got on Mycroft's nerves and he gave her a piece of her mind, and said that he never expected this from a Holmes- to say nothing of his own sister. This cracked her up louder and nothing anyone said could actually stop her.

Not till, Mary finally came up with Petronella atleast, thinking that someone was dying surely.

[(A/N): Sorry for the stupid chapter.]

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