Vatican cameos--those were the last words Sherlock Holmes had spoken before he'd fallen from St Bartholomew's Hospital roof, and Amelia has spent the last two and a half years trying to figure out what he meant. At long last, she's started to move on from the death of the man who changed her everything, and take a hold of her life. John's about to get engaged-if everything went to plan-and everything has started to settle down. But when Sherlock reveals himself to the Watsons that he is very much alive, Amelia's life spirals into chaos once more. There's a scarlet thread of murder and secrets running through the colourless skein of life, and it is the trio's job to unravel it, and isolate it. But as clues about the case are revealed, so are secrets of Amelia, John, and Sherlock's pasts-secrets that might just tear the trio apart. Loyalties are put to the test, and secrets that should've been kept in the shadows are brought into the light, and with those secrets come two horrifying criminals, bent on corrupting the trio beyond repair. Vatican cameos. Battle stations. Someone's going to die. [This story is canon-divergent following Series 3 of SHERLOCK.]

[Sherlock x Female OC] The thing is, there is an empty, gaping hole at the base of John's throat where his overwhelming guilt and periodic bouts of torturous grief used to be. It would be so easy to... to be angry and punch a hole through the wall, through the foam of his pillow -- drive his fist through Sherlock's heart. But he remembers; in the most tragic and inopportune of fashion, remembers how angry he had been when Sherlock had jumped, how furious he had been at his funeral, and how it hadn't stopped him from breaking down at his grave nonetheless. The thing about his anger is this: it does nothing but leave him behind in the end, a bundle of nerves and frailty in his bones and an unsteady sway to his gait. It does nothing at all, but reduce marginally the constant, suffocating oppressiveness of his days bleeding into one another with a burst of adrenaline. The thing about his anger is this: it doesn't give him back Sherlock. So he gets a new flatmate- a woman named Holland. They were great friends at school and in fear he would be lonely again after Sherlock died he started to meet up with her, and soon, she moved in with him. They're just friends, though. No one could have a bond with John like Sherlock did. Sherlock was his best friend. But then Sherlock returns, and John is more furious than ever at him. Also, Sherlock and Holland seem to bond quite well, which is something Sherlock finds too complicated to explain itself.