The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic

THE OTHER ONE?

[(A/N): Thank you, thank you, thank you everyone for bearing up with my irregular bursts of writing, and for voting and reading as well. ]

Next morning, down in the breakfast table. Sherlock asked John,'Why were you on the sofa?'

'Don't remember.' answered John.

'You both remember nothing?' asked Darlence.

'Of what?'asked the two men.

'You both were incorrigibly drunk last night.' said Darlence 

'Oh so that was it, was it? I must've fallen asleep on the couch then.'

Sherlock suddenly took Darlence's chin in one hand and turned it to face her left cheek towards him,'Who did that?' he asked looking at her bruise.

'You- ummm.....wouldn't like to know.'

'Why?'

'Well....'

'Yes?'

'You did.'

'What?' Sherlock clearly had not expected that.

'You wanted to swill down the window cleaning thing. When I snatched it from you. That's when you blowed me. '

Sherlock wanted to disappear, he wanted to be anywhere at that moment; but where he was. John and Darlence were laughing and colour rose to his pale cheeks.

'Alright, enough!' he said at last,' Eat your breakfast, Darlence. Have you no table manners?'

'I have an awesome teacher for that thing.Indeed, how can you say I have no manners on the table? This teacher has taught me that you should- order poor Mrs Hudson around as if she's your housekeeper; which she is not, leave your food to rot, and read the paper during the entire process.'

'No smart comments from you today, Darlence; its Christmas eve; don't spoil it.' said a familiar voice.

'Mycroft!' said the people around the table.

'Before you ask me why I am here. Its just to make sure Darlence is doing fine; not I say to celebrate.'

'Its Christmas eve?' asked Dace fairly at sea.

'What kind of fourteen year old forgets Christmas?' asked John, 'Mycroft's influence I see.'

'I don't exactly forget Christmas.' said Mycroft, 'Its just that I have better things to do than celebrate.'

'As do I.' added Darlence.

'You both simply hate Christmas from day one.'

'That's another way of putting it.' said the two siblings solemnly.

'I heard you got into trouble.' Mycroft aimed the question at Dace of course.

'I broke in pseudo- Sir Burke's house.And somehow showed up at one of Moriarty's' she answered with an apologetic smile,'But I came back out in one piece.'

'Remember I have my survelliance cameras and if you-'

'What are the Scowrers?' Darlence cut him off unceremonously.

The two brothers exchanged silent and anxious glances.

'Ever heard of the KKK?'John asked.

'I believe I did.' she replied.

'Scowrers were something of the sort. A secret society of underground criminals of all sorts. Infamous and dreaded in its own time. But rubbed right out of existence now.'

'Has it?' she asked ,'I believe otherwise.'

'Why should you? No one has heard of it for more than a century atleast .'

Darlence was walking downstairs later that day to return a book to Mrs Hudson when she heard the voices of her brothers. Dr Watson had long left to later bring his family for the get- together that night.

'Keep her under scrutiny.' was Mycroft                                                                                                              

'I am doing just that.'                                                                                                                                      

'How did she hear of it?'  

'Old books maybe; she loves reading.'

 'Sherlock, don't take it lightly.'

'I am NOT!'

'Remember what happened when we last heard of it?'

'The other one - I-I know.'

'So do you want her to be killed as well?'

'MYCROFT !'

'Isn't it right? Damn it Sherlock admit it.'

The rest of the conversation was done in lower tones. Darlence frowned; they were hiding something from her- again. What in the seven heavens was this- Other one now? Some close friend they had lost. 'Why don't they tell me?' she thought bitterly.

Mycroft scuttled off with Darlence before the get-together or whatever it was started; the car journey was silent; unlike other times when poor Mycroft was bombarded with questions. Darlence kept a cheerful front; but kept contemplating on only one thing over and over:

The Other One- The Other One who?

[(A/N): HA- First reference of the other one. By the way; I really think Tom Hiddleston is a great choice for the third Holmes brother- if only he is casted now.*crosses fingers*

And I feel sorry for my OC; always kept out of things and understimated. Sherlock is a really good brother to not call her stupid as his big brother called him.]