Aurora Holmes (Sherlock's lost daughter)

Chapter 2. - Trip to London

Mycroft

"Oh, yes... Of course... No, here... Now, quickly..." I hang up the phone and put it on the table. Next door is still the post-it in which Lady Smallwood wrote her number. I smiled, but then stopped doing it when Aurora came to mind. Poor Aurora. She really doesn't deserve that.

Aurora

I do not know what happened.

"Was it a dream?" I wonder. And no, I check it by looking around me. I'm on a plane, and I don't remember how I ended up here. Mycroft. It's the only thing I remember. Was he my mother's friend? Who will take care of me? Probably yes.I look out the window of the plane. Everything seems so big and we are so small. That makes me think that life is short and the universe is infinite. I prefer to think about those things, the truth. I don't want to think about my mother now, or Mycroft, my father, or anyone else.All I want is to get away from those thoughts and live to the fullest. Oh no. Who'd say. I'm already depressed again.

"How many hours are left?" I ask.

"Not many. An hour at most." I can't wait to get to London, even if I don't visit much. From what I know of London, Big Ben is actually owned by Queen Elizabeth, and what the clock and bells are is Big Ben. Curious, right? I have always been interested in history. But more science.The plane lands fast and surprises me. I have not been afraid, and that is the first time I travel by plane. I still feel anguish and continue to sob, but I have been reassured to see London.The men dressed in black accompany me to a fairly tall man with an umbrella. He looks like he's a serious and stuffy man, but I still see him shocked. He gives me a little hug and gives me his condolences. Soon we walked to a big black limousine and entered.

"You are Mycroft." I tell him. He stares at me and smiles shyly.

"Yes, I am. And you are Aurora" he says.

"How did you get on with my mother? How did you meet her? Do you know about my father?" I ask. He is somewhat perplexed, and says to me:

"There are too many questions. First, I got along well with your mother. Second, I met your mother at school (lie). And third, I can't answer that question."

"I have to meet my father and explain about my mother." He says that for my sake, I can't. "Oh, so you follow my mother's rules. She is dead and that doesn't matter. We start well."

"I know, and I'm sorry. Now unbuckle the belt we've arrived." I do what he asks and I go out the back door. English cars are so rare. Why is the steering wheel to the right?I walk next to Mycroft.

"Your name is actually Mike," I say, and he laughs.

"No it isn't. My name is Mycroft."

"Do you work for the British government? That's cool. But boring." He was going to say something about the last thing I said, but keep quiet.

"Were you going to say something, MYCROFT?"

"No. Keep walking." Look at the phone, have new messages. Whose? It seems important. We quickly enter the house and he takes me to a rather luxurious basement. There are pictures of Queen Elizabeth everywhere. Wow.

"Now, stay here, don't go out. I have to go a moment. Promise me you'll be here." He is holding the door anxiously.

"I promise". Oh, he don't know me well. Mycroft leaves and closes the door. The windows are covered with black electrical tape, I guess so they won't spy on me or something. The basement is my room? Maybe it is. But I would have to install my stuff and remove the pictures. Maybe put instruments. I really like playing the violin. My mother said that in that aspect I look like my father. When I played she remembered him. I think it would be cool to meet him.

Mycroft

"What's up, little brother?" Sherlock's gaze glares at me.

"Oh Mycroft, don't you have another nickname?" Sherlock and I are always like this. I try to take it, but he refuses. He resigns before his privilege.

"I'm busy now, Sherlock. Don't entertain me now."

"What are you doing to be so busy? You have someone at home. Who? A girl? Oh Mycroft, god, won't you be sleeping with her? No, surely not." I felt a little scared when he said that. Maybe he would find out about Aurora. Or maybe not. But Aurora is smart and knows what she wants, so they will get to know each other. I know.

"No, of course not, little brother."

"You lie." He comes up to me and smells my clothes. "Oh, Parisian perfume. She reminds me of Irene Adler. You won't be with her, will you? I haven't heard from her in years." He looks at me with an eyebrow raised. "No, it's useless."

"Sherlock ..." I say, preparing to comment that she is dead. I'll have to make up a death other than cancer.

"Have you slept with her? Don't screw with me, Mycroft. She's not your type. Nor are hers." But everything turns blacker.

"She is dead. A bullet." His eyes faded and tears began to flow. I was crying silently. "I'm sorry Sherlock."We hug and he keeps crying. This is rare for him, that we embrace. And sad.

"She was still in the United States? How could she have been shot, if she was protected? I saved her, remember?"

"You saved her from a beheading, not a bullet. And that was over ten years ago. She is dead now. Life is like that, Sherlock."

"Yeah, but I've let Mary and now Irene die. John doesn't deserve me." Those words made my heart break. 

"John appreciates you. You saved his life on more than one occasion, remember? I appreciate you, too."

"Ugh. This is sounding weird. " Sherlock wipes the tears from his cheek. "So, we better leave this here and get on with the case. Thank you, I must go." He totally changes his mind and rubs his hair. He always does. Sentimentality with his brother does not suit him. Although deep down, I know he appreciates me.

"You had texted me for something," I say, folding my arms.

"No, I only called you because I knew you had someone at home. You don't have to be a genius to find out. I saw the black limo. That means you were bringing someone." My heart was going to a thousand. "I keep waiting for you to tell me who she is. Obviously a girl and not involved in Scotland Yard."

"Okay. I ... hired a woman to do me some services. That's all." He made a surprised facial gesture.

"Oh brother, I didn't know you were so alone." He starts to laugh. I sigh and go home again. I hope Aurora is fine and has not caused any panorama.