The Scarlet Aria (BBC Sherlock and OC Fanfic)

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  Sherlock and John had been up for awhile now. It was 10:59 in the morning and the detective was deep in his mind palace, that is, until his phone went off.

"Sherlock,"John said from his couch,"That's your mobile."

He sighed and answered the call,"Sherlock Holmes."

"Hello there Sherlock, this is Lestrade."

"I've already deduced that."

The DI grumbled,"No matter, what have you got on the death of Scarlett's parents?"

"We've done nothing but talk to her for the past day. There's nothing else we can do until the person strikes again."

"Do you at least have a description?"

"Yes."

"Care to, you know, elaborate."

"No," He put the phone down and stood,"John, I'm going out and you need to stay here."

He looked at Sherlock,"Why can't I go?"

"This is personal John, just promise to stay here."

John nodded as Sherlock wrapped the dark blue scard around his neck. He went outside and took a cab to British Secret Services. He was barely at the entrance before two tall and bulky men stopped him,"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, let me through."

They looked at each othe and let him through. He went into the building and went down the stairs to a code-locked door. He entered twelve numbers and it opened to Mycroft, his brother.

"No doubt you're here for Scarlett,"he said, not looking up from his paper with Sherlock plastered on the front page,"What do you want?"
"A document."

"Be more specific brother, I have a lot of docu-"

"One giving John legal guardianship over Scarlett."

He opened a drawer and gave him a file,"Take it Sherlock, she deserves this."

"You have a soft spot for this girl,"Sherlock teased,"Mycroft you've become attached."

"So have you,"He bluntly said as the paper was lowered,"She is like us Sherlock, and frankly she is most like you, physically and mentally."

"How so??" He already knew the answer, but he just wanted him to suffer.

Mycroft sighed,"Your physical looks are almost identical, you are both intelligent and idiotic, bothe getting yourselves in trouble, and both mentally unstable. Watch over her Sherlock, don't let her out of your sight."

He showed a curt nod before walking out.

Sitting in the cab with the file in-hand made him nervous, not for himself, but for John. He was a great man and very strong, but at the same time, fragile and danger-seeking. He took a look at the file and noticed the wordy essay about how John was to be Scarlett's Godfather. Then at the bottom was three unique signatures, a woman's and two men's. The woman's was indecipherable, one of the man's was Louis Harrison-Martin, and the last was the spidery signature of a doctor: John H. Watson. Then another thing caught his eye:"If Scarlett Lotus Harison Watson is the age of 14 she may decide where she lives, along with the freedom to change her name to the correspondant's."

He paid the cabbie and went to the door of the house he stopped at,"Scarlett, are you home?"

"Coming!" She yelled loud enough to hear through the door, it opened,"Yes Sherlock?"

"I have the document you were looking for,"He held it up in his hands,"That'll cost you one Cremona violin."

"It's going to arrive by tomorrow,"She said reaching for the paper that he held above his head,"Please Sherlock."

He smiled and entered with the file above his head until Scarlett jumped onto his back,"Bloody-"

"Give it!!!!" She yelled as he fell to the ground with her still clinging on to him. She moved to put him in a constrictor hold and she made him drop the file. Before he could scramble to get it, she picked it up and stood with little effort,"Thank you."

He recomposed himself and followed Scarlett to the next room. She opened the file and then threw it down on the couch,"Are you upset?"

She turned and her eyes were filled with tears,"'I'm happy Sherlock, for the first time in a long, long time."

He didn't know what to do when Scarlett sat down on the couch and began to cry tears of joy,"Congradulations , your new name is Scarlett Lotus Watson. I know that John will be more than delighted to know about this."

"I don't know why I'm so happy about this,"She weakly laughed,"But I'm sad at the same time. How is that possible Sherlock?"

"Emotions have a way of toying with you,"He bluntly stated before walking away.

"Before you go,"Scarlett announced,"Follow me."

He turned back and followed her up the stairs and past her studio. Into a room that was barely decorated: Black and white comforter and sheets, black lamp, file cabinets used as everyday dressers and tables, a closet filled with clothes raging from formal to Pajamas, a chest with various items within, and posters of educational things: Periodic table, human anatomy, maps from different centuries, but one stood out. Something that Sherlock, nor the world had ever seen before, it was a drawn poster. Not quite finished, still inthe process of painting it: Sherlock and John, a well done and accurate sketch and colors to match. It was realistic to say the least.

"Beaustiful work Scarlett,"He siad, scanning the painting,"Where did you find the time to do this?" Though it was obvious to him when and where she was doing it. All night in her living room. Her hands were stained by the paints that she used and some og it was still wet, meaning she wad touched it up a bit, then in her living room there was a clear tarp folded in the corner.

"You already know,"She went to one o the filing cabinets and took a box off the top. It was too large for Scarlett to hold it in one hand, but Sherlock could easily hold it with one. It was silver with Bronze designs and lettering that said 'S.L.W', it was as old as Scarlett due to the amount of oxidation. Her parents knew that something was going to happen that required her to take John's name. She held it out to Sherlock,"I want you to take this."

He grabbed it,"What is it?"

"That's the problem Sherlock, I don't know,"She looked at the box,"My father said that one day I'd meet the man who would give me the initials, though he never said who, I'm willing to be that it is John. The document proved that."

"Is it for John?"

"Yes, He said that the only man who knew the answer was him. There are levers hidden throughout this box, flips, switches, buttons, and such. Get this to John will you?"

He nodded and waited for her to exit the room and followed. They got to the door and SHerlock left with a reassuring nod.

Baker Street...

hello! This is your amazing author Crystal--Wayne! I hope you enjoyed this Chapter! I know I didn't!

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