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In The Dark - Chapter 11There was a knock at the door. Mycroft Holmes looked up from his papers as one of his employees poked his head through the door.
"There's someone here to see you sir." The thin man said.
"I'm quite busy; tell them to come back another time." Mycroft replied in a wary voice.
"Forgive me sir, but I think you will want to see this visitor now."
Mycroft gave the man a questioning look before saying "Send them in."
Moments later a tall, thin figure entered the room, dressed in black. Mycroft still concentrated on his papers until the visitor sat down in front of the elder Holmes' desk, when he looked up and gasped.
"Yes, it's me." Sherlock said in a almost bored voice, but not quite as harsh as it would have been in very different circumstances.
"You… how did you do it?"
Sherlock was glad that his brother was different to other people, who if they were in the same situation, would go through a long process of disbelief, making up ridiculous explanations for such an occurrence such
The Distant Child - Chapter 2The morning bell rang, and Sherlock leapt out of the wardrobe and stripped off his pyjamas. He'd fallen asleep inside the wardrobe, and he had a sore neck from the awkward position he'd fallen asleep in. He pulled on his day clothes and rushed out of his room, down the hall and into the bathroom. The bathroom was a long room with pale green tiles. A long line of sinks were against the front wall, behind old, dirty mirrors. Several other boys were already there washing their faces. Sherlock approached a spare sink and turned the squeaky tap. He made a cup with his hands and splashed his face with water. He pat it dry with the hand towel hanging under the sink, then took a blue comb out of his trouser pocket and attempted to comb his hair. He never had much luck with this task, as his hair seemed to have a mind of its own. After several failed attempts to make it tidy, he returned the comb to his pocket and headed downstairs.
The dining room was slowly filling up. Sherlock found a place,
The Distant Child - Chapter 1It was a dreary day, similar to many others seen from inside the small, dim room. The rain tapped on the long windows of the orphanage and ran down the panes in a wet blur, making it impossible to see what was outside, apart from dull coloured blobs.
The dinner bell rang, but like many times before, Sherlock ignored it. He sat in his room on the wooden floor, his long legs crossed. Mrs Kent had made him wear those horribly itchy grey trousers again, so he'd pulled them up to his knees so that the bottom half of his legs wouldn't feel the itch. The young boy held a toy in each hand, but he wasn't moving them, or playing; instead they stayed inanimate in his grasp, smiling up at him with fake happiness. He let out a long sigh when there was an impatient bang at his door.
"Get your backside downstairs, Sherlock! Dinner is ready and we're not going to wait for you!"
Sherlock groaned and stood up, leaving the toys on the cold floor. He turned the handle of the bedroom door and let himself
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