221B (The "B" is for Broadway)

"das Treffen"

{So, if you guys have read any other Sherlock fan fics, you'll see that I have taken some ideas from other authors, but put a different twist on them. Thanks so much for reading!
-MP}

John's POV

"Oh, this is going all wrong. John, do Americans like tea? I'm not really sure, since they had that whole 'Boston Tea Party' phenomenon. What about this chair? Should I move it over a little more? John, do Americans like Shepard's Pie? John, help me!"

Today was the day; Sherlock's new adoptive sister was coming over for the day, and he couldn't be more nervous. The back story of how they came to be siblings was a little odd, but definitely one worth telling.

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"Sherlock?" Searching around the, well-sized, Baker Street apartment, for Sherlock was not an easy job. I was trying, as well as failing, to find him.

"Sherlock? Where are you?"

Sherlock walked into the living room from his bedroom, his hands in a resting position under his chin.

"That was my parents; I was on the phone with my parents..."

"And?" I was intrigued, and more than a bit confused.

"They are adopting a child... a teenage girl."

"Your parents, are... adopti-"

"Yes, John, my parents are adopting a teenage girl. She is fourteen, about to turn fifteen, and her name is Brailynn... she is from America."

"Wow... okay. Adopting... wow. Well, that's great right?"

Sherlock suddenly turned his back to me, with his face reflecting a horrific look in the mirror. He looked as if he-

I suddenly realized what he must have been thinking about...

"They aren't replacing you, Sherlock. You know that, right?"

"Of course I know that," Sherlock snapped back, "I'm just not very confident about my parents taking care of a teenage girl at their age... They're in their 60's!"

Just then, Sherlock's phone rang with an obnoxious ringtone, most likely one he used for a hated companion.

"Oh, that'll be Mycroft calling. I suppose they have just relayed the news to him, as well. I'm always so - delighted to speak with my brother... That was sarcasm, John, do keep up." Sherlock answered the phone with a swift flick of the wrist, inevitably unlocking his phone and answering the dreaded phone call.

"Mycroft, yes, hello. How are you, dear brother?... Yes, I have become aware of the fact... No, I don't suppose that they will be able to take care of her... I have no idea who she is going to stay with."

Suddenly, I wedged my way into the conversation, "She could always stay with you."

"I'm going to have to call you back, Mycroft..." Sherlock turned around away from the mirror, and faced me with stern expressions on his, already solemn, face.

"Why would I ever want her to stay with me? I thought that I had made it quite clear that I didn't approve of their adoption in the first place, so why in the world, would you think that I would want her to live with me?"

I was looking straight at Sherlock with the same demeaning features that were staring back at me. After what seemed like an interminable staring contest, I spoke:

"You're lonely, Sherlock."

"That is the most idiotic thing I think you have ever said to me... why would I be lonely?"