The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic

THE OTHER TWO

'IT'S HELLISH!' she promptly stormed off at her poor brother trying to get her medium length hair into the cap and failing terribly.

A girl of fifteen ran to the bench where another girl with dark and curly hair was sitting self contentedly applying something that looked suspiciously like lip-gloss.

'Hey Zoe!' said the first, 'Free?'

'Depends.' Curly Hair replied.

'Mall tonight?'

'Dunno, Sarah.' said Zoe, 'You know how particular Warren is about where I go.'

'How's the easy thing going?' Warren asked smiling smugly.

'Easy?' Darlence sputtered, ' Zoe is so vain. Look at nails all day. Complain about one strand of hair that's out of place. Not one strand of Darlence's hair stood in its place.'

'But you aren't Darlence now.' Sherrinford reasoned.

'And all those "friends" of mine- Gossip, make-up, dance, more make-up, and SHOES! Silly, high heeled, glittering shoes. No, I'll better do tight rope walking and happily.'

[(A/N): Okay, at this point, I ought to explain that old Darlence is a tomboy. I don't in any way say all that mentioned above is bad. In fact neither does my OC. We just wouldn't fancy those ourselves.]

'Poor you. You are undoubtedly at the wrong end. Its already eight months and you still a misfit. Boys think you too vain; and you don't understand girls. But cheer up now, its holidays and you are off to the barber's. By the way, will you be checking on Sherlock's exploits again today?'

'Yes, why?'

'Ummm... I was thinking of taking you with.'

'Count me in.'

'To meet a friend.'

'A "friend"? What lovely company.'

'Why can't I keep a secret a secret any more? Yes, it isn't exactly a friend we are going to meet.'

'Quite the other thing infact.'

'You know- you give me the willies. After being in the midst of perfectly arrant asses for so many years, you seem like an imaginary person.'

'Mycroft and Sherlock put it into my head that I'm a half-wit. Happy to know that at least one of my brothers acknowledge my brains.'

At due time the siblings got into the car. Darlence having finally ruffled her now short hair to its former messy state (having of course, picked the habit from Sherlock).

'Feeling better?'Sherrinford asked.

'Of course, much opulent this.'

'Sometimes I really think you are a mini version of Sherlock.'

'I'm a mini version of no one.'

The house was large where they stopped. Darlence guessed this guy was the Magnussen type. Filthy rich. Her mouth dropped (which it apparently did a lot lately).

The owner came gracefully in. Dresses favourably. And the owner of the house was a she! Sherrinford was very Ill at ease. She indeed was dangerous if a person like Sherrinford squirmed.

'Dangerous.' Said Darlence to herself, taking in the jawline, the steely eyes, the way the lady carried herself, and the overall wild beauty, 'Positively dangerous.'

'That your sister, Warren?' She asked smoothly.

'Yes, meet Zoe.'

Darlence promptly got up and shook hands with the lady, 'Zoe Rivers. Nice to meet you.'

'Adelaide Bursnell. The question is- are you really Zoe Rivers.'

Darlence froze on her tracks.

'Are you the child that "died"?

Darlence stood quietly.

'The youngest Holmes, to be precise?'

Darlence finally gulped,

'You know, don't you?'

'Spell out your name.'

'I'm Zoe Rivers for the moment.'

'Do I have to be clearer?'

'Darlence Anne Holmes.'

'Good girl.'

'Miss Bursnell, I request.......' Sherrinford began.

'Adelaide.'

'Adelaide. I request you to leave her to be.'

'Hardly, I have wanted to meet her for some time.'

The deadly pallor on Darlence's face vanished, 'Then I'm sure you have admired my beauty. Now let me please go and sit beside Warren. You sort of spook me out.'

'I should have never imagined someone can say that to my face.'

'Madame, its hardly thought that everyone will be according to your imagination. Besides, there is no point in being what others know you aren't. I'm more comfortable as Darlence than as Zoe.'

'Lets get to business. You'll be keeping track of Sherlock Holmes, and reporting to me.'

'Not interested.'

'Look here- I'm not finished yet. If you fail to do what I say. Your second brother is in danger.'

'I'm sure Mycroft can look after that. I don't really care.'

'Yes, but you see; it is not Mycroft Holmes I'm talking about. Its Sherrinford "Warren" Holmes. His identity might be revealed, and then even I can't guarantee his life. One way or the other.'

This maddened Darlence as was evident by her crimson face, ' You then are another of those scumbag Scowrers.'

'DARLENCE! Shut up.' said Sherrinford.

Adelaide had stood up and towered over Darlence menacingly, ' I guess that's all. Good night.'

Darlence glared at the lady for a moment before turning right away and violently shaking off the hand Sherrinford had kept on her shoulder assuringly. And the two siblings walked out. One solemn and the other mutinous.