Shadow bound- -Rosie Watson- -

chapter 7

Five years. Five years Rosie has been living with Sherlock and her father. One month away from sixteen. But one major thing has presented a change in her life, around, well, five years ago there has been a new addition to her family. Her younger brother, Hamish Willam Watson Homes. He has been the center of attention for the past half a decade. Rosie is feeling a bit forgotten by her parents, hell she got a pixie cut without telling them and they never said anything about it for a week! When they had said something her dad had a small breakdown, on account of Rosie looking more like her mother. He eventually got over it.

currently, she and Hamish were sitting in a cab, her guardians in the cab behind them. They were visiting Sherlock's parents for the Christmas season. Rosie had her headphones in, blasting music. She felt a tap on her shoulder, Hamish. He was grinning.

"Rosie," he asked, "are you excited to spend Christmas with granny and Papa?"

"Mr. And Mrs. Holmes? Sure I am."

"Mr. and Mrs. Holmes? Rosie, we are going to see Granny and Papa! Silly, how could you forget?"

she smiled a bit, "Hamish they are your grandparents, not mine. But I'm still excited to see them."

"what do you mean? You're my sister, why won't we have the same," he stumbled over the word, "grandparents?"

"how do I explain this, well before Sherlock and dad got married, I had a mom. My mom is gone and then Sherlock and dad got together. I have no actual relation to Sherlock, just dad. Does that make sense? But dads parents, Mamma and Grandpa are my grandparents too."

"Yeah!" He still smiled at her.

he was too good for his own sake.

"come over here, it's a long drive. You can use me as a pillow."

Hamish eagerly snuggled against his sister and promptly fell asleep.

Rosie just looked out the cab window as the left central London and the buildings turned to rolling hills and patches of trees.

the cab stopped in front of a county home, and Rosie shook Hamish awake, "Hamish, come on, we're here."

He bolted out of the cab and to the front door, and violently knocked on it, she smiled at her brother while taking her time getting out of the cab into the chilly winter air. Her father was paying the two cabs and Sherlock was going to meet Hamish who was already giving his grandparents hugs. She grabbed her roll away the bag from her dad and walked up to the front door. she gave the two Holmes parents awkward hugs.

"is great to see you Mrs.Holmes," she greeted.

"Great to see you too Rosie."

They walked inside the home and put their bags down. Rosie took a deep breath of the pine-scented room. The Holmes had tastefully decorated their home for the Christmas holiday.

"say," she asked Mrs.Holmes, "is Uncle Mycroft here?"

"not yet," she smiled.

"Rosie," Hamish asked, "if Uncle Mycroft isn't actually your uncle, why do you call him that?"

"I think it has a funny ring to it," she laughed then bent to reach his eye level, "I propose we go out and play around till supper, what do you say?"

"let's go!" He laughed.

"Rosie, watch over Hamish, and be careful," her dad called to her while the siblings were halfway through the door.

"got it, dad."

Hamish had her run after him in a seemingly endless game of tag, then briefly entering a world of Hamish's imagination playing as pirates and Knights. The sun was starting to set after they were a round or two into hide and seek.