The Holmes brood- A Sherlock's sister fanfic

INFORMATION FROM UNEXPECTED QUARTERS

Darlence had slept through most of the journey- side- effects of the drug- the doctor supposed. Right now; slumped against her brother; no one would have thought she had come back from the dead- well, so to speak.

A large four wheeler was arranged for the three of them, to take them from 221B, Baker Street straight to Heathen Oak, Kent. Mycroft certainly had "some" influence if not all; unlike the the "minor position in the British Government" he had berated himself to have. Dr. Watson knew that Mycroft could be very modest unlike his other two siblings- oh wait there were three.

There was also a cheery looking companion, who was going to Kent as well. Watson strongly suspected him to be an armed personnel sent by Mycroft. It was highly unlikely that Sherlock had missed the point, but apparently said nothing on the subject. And if he didn't mind why should John? After all he wasn't the brain of the trio, he was the brawn. Brains he left to the two siblings; and happily. He was not an envious man by nature.

'We are almost there.' said the companion in his loud cheery voice.

Dace opened her eyes and blinked rapidly in the light, 'Damn, I am behaving like a bloody vegetable.'

'Its that drug.' said Dr. Watson.

'Doctor?'

'Yes, child?'

'I'm NOT a child. But; well, yesterday night it all seemed so wondrously simple. Today however it feels as if we are going for a wild goose chase.'

'A wild goose leads to another at due time; and it might be the right one.'

'Or it might be another wrong goose.'

'Dunno, do you want to give this up.'

'Not really.'

Doctor shrugged and Darlence sat back looking out. It was barely dawn; and now the sky was looking quite like a brush stroke of violet and a dash of white streaked across at places. A painted sky could not look as artistic as it was. But neither of the Holmes had an eye for beauty just then. It need not be told that the game was well afoot.

The companion left them at one point, and finally they reached. The car went back; possibly to London.

'This was your retreat?' Sherlock asked.

'Precisely!' said Dace shifting her weight from her heels to her toes and back; so pompously that it seemed that if she had a moustache, she'll be probably twirling it (so much for reading "Hercule Poirot" all day)

Someone suddenly called from the gate, 'Hey Zoe! Where were you? We were worried sick!'

Darlence wrinkled up all of her face where the girl couldn't see her, then she faced around with a rather weary smile, 'Oh, hey Sarah.' The other girl came up to her and hugged her tightly; taking no notice of the two men staring incredulously at them.

'Have you cut your hair? You look awful!' said Sarah dismally, 'And you are wearing a "BSB" tee! What has bitten you?' Darlence was mentally cursing and disentangling herself from the other girl, making a face that proved utterly comical to the two men.

'Goodness! Do say something; you don't sound like Zoe at all.'

'That's because my dear girl, I am not Zoe.'

'That's very funny.'

'I'm not joking.'

'Eh?'

'I had pretended to be Zoe Rivers for eight months, true enough. But the real Zoe Rivers is dead. And she was nothing like me.'

Sarah's relatively slow brain had just assessed this intelligence when she noticed the taller man.

'Oh my god! Oh my god! Is that-'

Sherlock being who he was- looked away and started whistling some random tunes he could remember that time.Sarah looked at Darlence who was looking very amused by now.

'Sherlock Holmes? Yes he is.'

'DEAR LORD! You are Sherlock Holmes' sister!'

'Well, Sherlock Holmes is my  brother.' Darlence remarked angrily; being known as someone's sister was the last thing she thought she would be known as.

'Same thing.' said Sarah dismissively, 'Hello sir, I'm a big fan. And I have read and re-read all your adventures. And I know "The Man with the Twisted Lip" by heart.'

' Dear, dear.....dear.' said Darlence sarcastically, ' Must've cost you a lot of your precious time. No wonder your marks in the -.'

'Shut up Dacey.' muttered John knowing incredibly well how envious younger siblings could be at times.

'Alright Sarah, make yourself useful. When did you last see Warren?'

'Yesterday.'

'Yesterday?'

'Yes, he seemed to be in a hurry. When I asked him if he knew where you were, he waved the matter away. Two guests arrived, and a fake-ish smile plastered across his face he shooed me away.'

'Shooed you- away.' Darlence repeated disappointed.

'But I lingered within earshot, and heard them say something about Torquay. And they went. No struggle on either side. But certainly the men weren't on our side.'

'Our side?'

'You would allow me to share your adventure, wouldn't you?'

'Certainly not.'

'Why not? I just gave you some important information.'

'Its not an amusing thing, Sarah.'

'I'll not tell you another thing I know, then.'

'You are fumbling at your pocket with your right hand out of excitement or maybe to some degree dread- I go with the latter. Since there's no apparent reason for excitement- rather disappointment. And drops of sweat are forming on your forehead.' Darlence took her wrist quickly, ' Hmmm.... risen pulse. I conclude you are lying; Sarah Bolitho. Good day.'

Darlence turned around ushering her brothers inside, and then said, 'Oh and by the way, I'm indebted to you for that . I'll miss you people- even though I have no reason to- I did not enjoy your company. Don't expect letters or any such thing from me. But I'll send you an occasional greeting all the same. You did not really bore me, though that's plain gentleness. And do stop frowning, you look horribly distorted.'

'One thing.' said Sarah grimly; and Darlence stopped.

'Yes?'

'I beg you would clear this one thing. If you are Sherlock's sister, who exactly is Warren?'

'He's a very dangerous man.' Darlence smiled, 'He's a member of the Scowrers; and he is my other brother.'

Saying that Darlence turned in, and shut the door on her face.

'You could have been a little more grateful.' John reproached her.

'I WAS. I thanked her a lot, and I even promised an occasional greeting. Have yo ever known us to do that? And I even gave her a bit of information she asked for in return of the ones she gave us.'

'Not gracious enough.' John was firm.

'Oh, I don't see how I could or anyone else could be more gracious than I have been.'

The doctor was about to point out, when he remembered she was Sherlock's sister.That was more gratefulness than was expected from her, and she wouldn't probably understand sentiments; so he left it at that.