Y/n Holmes

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At a Gentlemans Club, Sherlock reads a newspaper and Mycroft sits down.

"No one on the trains, no one on the boats, no one anywhere. The girl has simply vanished. Of course, it doesn't help that England's suddenly consumed by this ridiculous marquess." Mycroft shows Viscount to Sherlock on the newspaper.

"Sir?" An attendant asks Mycroft what he would like to drink.

"Sherry, please."

"Certainly, sir."

"You haven't been offered it, have you?" Mycroft asks Sherlock.

"What?"

"The marquess case. I knew his father, obnoxious sort. Liberal, but worth a fortune."

"I have, and I refused it. I'm rather more consumed elsewhere." Sherlock tells Mycroft as he flips through the newspapers pages.

"Oh, in finding Mother?"

"In finding our sister."

"No. No. Your job, I made clear, was to find Mother." Mycroft tells him as he points a finger at Sherlock.

"I'm finding looking for her too, as will, no doubt, Y/n." Sherlock says taking a sip of his drink.

"You never cared about her before." Mycroft says looking back at his newspaper.

"She's only 16."

"You haven't given our name in the search for her."

"Of course not. I don't want anyone knowing our business any more than you do."

"Oh, don't worry, little brother. She may have escaped us for now, but I have the best police officers in London looking for a child matching her description. And they will find that stupid little girl and bring her back to us." Mycroft says taking a sip of his drink as Sherlock reads a headline reading: Two Boys Leap From Train.

Mycroft hold up his paper and points to a headline that says: The Lord's Face Crucial Vote. "Reform. God help us. If there's one thing this country doesn't need, it's more uneducated voters. England is going to pot."

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The Dress Shop

Y/n, still disguised as a boy, looks through dresses and takes a red one off the rack, holding it up to her body.

"And what is a boy like you want with those?" A shopkeeper asks Y/n as she eats a muffin.

"I shall need a whalebone corset."

"You shall need no such thing. This is a respectable shop."

"Then I shall respect it."

"You don't look like you will. You don't smell like you will. And I--"

Y/n takes her money out of her pocket and flips through it as the woman gawps. "Do you have anywhere I can dress?" Y/n smirks.

The woman points to a dressing room behind her stunned as she smiles. "In the back."

In the dressing room, Y/n puts the corset around her waist then puts her money in it.

The corset: a symbol of repression to those who are forced to wear it. But for me, who chooses to wear it, the bust enhancers and the hip regulators will hide the fortune my mother has given me. And as they do so, they will make me look like a truly unlikely thing: a lady!

Y/n then puts a hairpiece in her hair then puts on lipstick with her fingers. She then puts another hairpiece above her lip and mocks Mycroft. "You have to go to school, Y/n." "But I don't want to go to a finishing school, Mycroft." "Well what else are we going to do with you?" The shopkeeper eavesdropps and makes a weird face.