Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories.
Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced wit...
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Everyone in London as well as far and wide knew about The Baker Street's explosion, especially those who were fans of Sherlock Holmes. It was pressed onto the front page of newspapers that day and the press were put on hold by the fan group ran by Anderson. The police ran crime scene tape from both sides of Baker Street to keep citizens afar and Lestrade was on BBC news to explain and quote what he had rehearsed with Anthea in order not to arose the people's attention any further.
One of Sherlock's science experiments going dreadfully wrong sounded decent enough to put people's minds at ease.
Whilst Mrs Hudson had to stay overnight at St Bartholomew's to be checked over as a precaution, she couldn't be more grateful to Mycroft who acted as a shield during the blast, so willing to protect her who was far older than himself and evidently put his life on the line.
Fortunately John and Sherlock escaped the blast with nothing more but a few cuts and major bruising but for Mycroft, he cut his shoulder blade which was more painful due to his scar from where he took a bullet for Elina.
It was forty-eight hours later after thorough preparation in where the trio stood at a port waiting for their boat when and a tinted window car came turning around holding two women and three children in the vehicle. Elina got out with the help of her cane and surveyed around the dock before practically running to a dressed up Mycroft and throwing her arms around his neck, passionately kissing him.
John and Sherlock were polite enough to look away and they noticed as the driver rolled her car window slightly down to reveal Irene looking back at them with black sunglasses.
"Please don't get yourself killed." Elina advised with a huffing breath, exercise not being her virtue as she pulled away. Mycroft stood in his yellow overalls and his sailors hat looking to her blankly. "So long as you keep safe." He replied back in softness. Elina smiled warmly to him before pecking his lips. "I love you, Mister Holmes." She mumbled with eyes close to his own. "I love you... Misses Holmes." He uttered back. "Come back to me." She whispered. "For you, anything." He responded back before turning to get on the boat.
John seemed a little perplexed to see Mycroft so different to anything that he is and Sherlock remained stoic but deep down ever pleased with his older brother. "I apologise." Sherlock turned to state causing Elina to remain unreadable. "Good luck, boys." With that, she collectively walked away and got back into the car.
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Rain pours from the damped cloud and lightning flashes in lines straight through them. Inside the glass room of Sherrinford's maximum security base, a technician speaks into a radio. "Golf Whiskey X-ray, this is a restricted area, repeat, restricted area. You are off course." As he speaks, he reaches across to a rotary fan on the desk beside him and switches it off. Perhaps he had a gut feeling about what's soon going to hit it. "Are you receiving?"
There's no immediate reply and he activates his radio again. "Golf Whiskey X-ray, you are off course. Are you receiving?" The radio from the other end activates. "Yeah, receiving you. This is a distress call, repeat, distress call. We're in trouble here." John responds just as a radar image on the screen in front of the technician shows a bright red dot close to the centre of the screen. "Golf Whiskey X-ray, what is your situation?"
