A/N: This is my first story, I don't know where I want to go with it just yet but a hilarious Christmas Holiday with the family Holmes sounded like a great start.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes, everything belongs to the rightful owners. Adelaide Holmes is my character though.

Insanity runs in my family, it practically gallops.

Cary Grant

(1)

She pulled up the collar of her expensive designer coat, hiding half of her face behind it before slumping further back into the passenger seat of the car, her eyes fixed on the depressing countryside outside. A small scowl instantly painted on her face as she saw the small raindrops appear on the window, God she hated rain. It was wet, cold and it always made Redbeard smell horrible. Hopefully someone already went out with the dog and he was already fully dry again, or they were waiting for her to take the old boy out just to annoy her. They always did that, telling it was her responsibility to take care of him when she visited but if it weren't for her two idiotic brothers they wouldn't even have a bloody dog in the first place.

''If you keep making that face it's going to stay that way.''

A hint of amusement could be heard in his voice as he spoke, she didn't bother to turn her face towards him already knowing how he looked. Green orbs twinkling and a stupid grin plastered on his facial features, enjoying the fact that she was sulking like a small child. ''If you really were my friend you would've taken me to your family.'' She accused him hardly, this time she bothered to turn around hoping he would notice the icy glare brought by her blue orbs. He didn't.

''It is good to go home once in a while, there is nothing wrong with visiting your family. Especially at Christmas.'' This time his tone was accusing, as if it was that horrible to decline the offer of celebrating the materialistic holiday at home. It was overrated, especially by her best friend Finn Hall.

''You don't know my family.'' She replied, shaking her head as the image of her four family members entered her mind.

''That's because you never tell me anything about them.'' Finn points out smugly, his eyes still focused on the road before him.

She huffed in response, as if she could describe them in a normal manner. Her father of course, her mother doubtful but Sherlock and Mycroft? No.

''It's complicated.'' The understatement of the century.

''You make things complicated.'' Finn says as he points one of his fingers at her before he continues almost in a frustrating manner. ''You always keep everything to yourself, you are such a Scorpio! Wanting to know everything about everyone there is to know when you even struggle to tell me what your favorite color is.''

She should defend herself, say that she is an adult and she could do as she pleases but nineteen was hardly adult like, and it wasn't a very good comeback either. The girl buries her head further into her coat, folding her arms over her chest as she feels an unpleasant feeling settling in her stomach and it told her that Finn was right. She hated it when he was right, she hated it even more when it was about her flaws.

''Sorry.'' The one word apology was small but it was the most she could manage, she wasn't good at admitting her faults.

Having a friend was something new for Adelaide Holmes, and a friend who carried his heart on his sleeve just like her made it even more difficult. But that was how it is supposed to be, friends are honest to each other or so the internet says and it is the most valuable thing in a friendship besides the trust. Something that was even more difficult for Adelaide to cope with, trust. To just open yourself up like a bloody book and let anyone flip the pages as they pleased, no Adelaide Holmes was not a book well at least not an open one. She decided when another chapter would be read, and The Chapter Of Family would not be read today.

''It's fine, you're lucky I need to hurry to make it in time for dinner or else I would have introduced myself to them.''

She can tell he is joking, he wouldn't push it that far but Finn always made sure to leave some sort of truth in his words. Meaning when he was going to pick her up by the end of next week, he would definitely step out of his car and knock on the front door to enter the humble little home of her parents forcing Chapter Family to be opened. Bastard.

Adelaide turns her head towards the window again, her heart skipping a beat as the home of her parents comes into view in the distance. She sucks in a breath before she pushes the words out of her throat with a force she didn't even know she possessed. ''The house to you're right at the end of the road. That's the house.''

Finn lifts his foot from the gas pedal, the rental car slowing down almost instantly as he leans further forward, his upper body almost hanging over the stirring wheel to take a good look before their arrival. ''It looks nice.'' He comments genuinely. ''A bit reddish, but for Christmas it sure is a good color.''

''You and your Christmas.'' She mutters as he picks up the speed again and he rushes by the large trees. Within seconds they are parked in front of the house and the girl struggles to maintain herself from jumping down on the drivers seat and step on the gas again leaving the whole Christmas Holiday Plan behind her. Adelaide turns her head towards Finn, giving him the best puppy eyes she can make hoping he would take sympathy on her and he would change his mind. But of course he doesn't.

He bends towards her, their faces now inches away from each other as he cups Adelaide her face between his large hands, her eyes widen instantly at his sudden touch. ''It will be fine Adelaide, you can do this.'' He proclaims loudly before his warm lips brush against her forehead for a second. ''And if it's really that bad give me a call tomorrow and I will come rescue you.''

''Thank you.''

She gives him a small smile as he hands her the large weekend bag that laid on the backseat of the car, slowly she steps out hoping to stall the process of entering the home as long as possible knowing she won't leave until next week. Bloody hell.

Adelaide opens the small iron gate entering the large green yard, the starting of the car behind her the only sound beside the little drops of rain coming out of the dark clouds. ''Don't forget to thank your brother on behalf of me for the first class plane tickets!'' Finn yells over the sound of the loud growling of the engine.

The girl lifts up her hand in response, unable to turn as she sees the wooden door open, her mother coming into view. She forces her thin lips into a big smile, reminding herself to keep it there for the next week. A bloody week.

''Addy! Sweetheart, finally!''

A/N: Tell me what you think, if people like it I might continue.

Love,

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