Sherlock and Mycroft the infamous Holmes brothers and then there was me ,you know that forgotten third child that was still in their teens and way unlooked by everyone including out was always Sherlock this and Mycroft that.I'm Maxcien Holmes but I perfer Max and I'm the sister to the Holmes brothers.

Family they drive me mad well at least my parents do, I haven't seen my dearest brothers in a I was completely sick of the 'you should be more like your brothers speech' because if my parents actually opened their eyes and saw me they would see I was very much like both my brothers,I was clever with the ability to deduct people just by observing them and I was as reclused and unsympathetic as well.I was just stubborn and rebellious when I was around other I was more Sherlock with short black hair but straight instead of curly designed to stick up at the front and very blue eyes like clear water.I was also tall and slim like him anyway I was so sick of the speech I had just grabbed a bag and left.

That was two days ago now and I didn't really know what to do with absolutely nobody to stop me from doing might have been why my rebellious behaviour was showed up as I spotted a store across that street and smirking to myself I headed towards the tattoo parlour.I showed the person at the counter my fake ID that called me 18 instead of 14 and an hour later I left the place with a tattoo of Sirius Black's prisoner number on my lowest left rib.

Darkness was falling over London as I finally booked into a cheap motel for the night and as soon as I hit the dusty pillows I feel asleep.

The following morning I was awoken by a loud rapping sound on my I slowly lifted my head from the pillow but before it could fall back down the knocking returned louder and more once more I rolled of the bed proceeding to stand up slowly and walk to the door before quickly unlocking it.

I took one glance at the short blond man before my gaze flickered to the black curly haired man and I slammed the door in their around i rested my hands on a counter leaning against it with my head lowered trying to compose the door reopened my head snapped up in one quick movement.

"Maxcien..." Sherlock starts
"Don't call me that" I hiss refusing to turn around "Just go away Sherlock,I don't want you here"
"Mycroft sent me to get you" Sherlock continued ignoring me"
I scoff while turning around "Yeah you would never come get me of your own accord would you? I'm just the liability"
Sherlock opens his mouth as if to protest but snaps it shut instead.
"Take your friend and go Sherlock" I repeat
"John" the other man says speaking up
I nod slowly "Nice to meet you John.I'm Max ,now" I say pointing to the door with the last word

Both made no move towards it

"Max" Sherlock says "You're fourteen, I can't leave you in this seedy motel, besides you,Mycroft and I have some matters to discuss"
"This hotel isn't seedy" I start only to be cut of by a loud moan from next door, I feel my face heat up and see a slight blush cross John's face "And I don't think I have anything to discuss, with you and Mycroft no less" I finish

Sherlock smirks his famous knowing smirk " I don't remember saying you had a choice" he says lightly

'Uh oh' I think as Sherlock takes a quick step towards Sherlock was never one of my skills,Mycroft sure he was too lazy to chase me preferring to just seek me out in my hiding spot later but Sherlock, Sherlock could do both as his quick reflexes and size advantage left me with nothing.

Already I was basically cornered as my back hit the bench I was previously leaning reached out with his left hand and I dodged left avoiding my instincts instructions to go right as Sherlock was no doubt surprisingly I got past him picking up speed en route for the door and after a quick side step away from John I was free from the motel room.

Dawn was breaking outside as I ran down the sidewalk, knowing I was not yet safe as another set of feet joined mine that were slapping loudly against the was indeed faster than me and probably had more stamina so it was only a matter of time before he caught that didn't mean I was giving up easily as I hastily crossed the road narrowly missing a car before continuing my journey over a football field that was wet from the rain.

Surely enough about halfway across the field a heavy force barged into me, tackling me to the ground.I groaned on impact and lifted my head from the ground feeling the mud that coated my I disentangled myself from the body above me expect for my wrist which was clamped tightly in a slender pale hand.

"You ready to go?" Sherlock asks a hint of amusement in his voice

Some sort of compelling force comes over me and I scoop up a handful of mud before wordlessly reaching over and smearing it through Sherlock's hair and down his face.

Sherlock sighs in an undignified manner before wiping off some of the mud with his free hand "Are you done?" He asks looking at me unimpressed

"Yeah" I reply "I'm done for now"

He rolls his eyes before standing up,pulling me with him.

Roughly twenty minutes later still covered in mud, the three of us were getting out of a cab outside Sherlock's home. 221b Baker Street.

After walking up the stairs to their flat I was greeted by the sight of Mycroft sitting in an armchair by the fire.I halted to a stop and had Sherlock,who was too busy focusing on his phone walk into finally looks up and John stops beside us for a moment before probably noticing the tension and leaving again muttering something about work.

I watched him leave before turning to Sherlock "I don't suppose you want mud everywhere?" I ask

"Uh no, I suppose not" Sherlock says slowly "Follow me"

My gaze flickers to Mycroft for a moment, upon seeing his smug look while sitting quite contently, I let out an annoyed sigh before following Sherlock up another set of stairs.

We entered a small yet comfortable bathroom and Sherlock grabbed two facecloth wetting them both before handing one to me and proceeding to wipe his own face.I quickly wipe my face before wetting my hair to get rid of the mud.

"Have I got it all?" I ask Sherlock hesitantly unable to get a good look in the mirror due to Sherlock been there.

Sherlock looks up from the sink where he was currently washing his answering he grabs a towel quickly drying himself before reaching across with his cloth and wiping just above my left jawbone before I could step away.

"Done" he says tossing me a towel "You can get changed in here" he says leaving my bag at the door before leaving the room

"Uh thanks" I reply slightly confused by the possible display of affection.

After changing I walk out of the bathroom to be greeted by a clean Sherlock and we move downstairs.

Mycroft was still there with his smug smile and Sherlock sunk down into the armchair opposite in resignation I fell back onto the sofa facing the ceiling and placing my hands in a prayer like position under my chin.

"Maxcien ..." Mycroft begins
"No" I say "Stop I've been over this already, the name is Max no excuses...well maybe a few but I can guarantee yours right now is not on the list"

Mycroft sighs heavily looking to Sherlock who just smirks in response before turning back to me.

"Max" he says starting again "Would you please sit up, we have a matter of utmost importance to discuss"

I made no effort to sit up instead rolling my head to face them "Isn't everything 'of the utmost importance' with you" I mock "What makes this time any different?"

"You'll be staying with Sherlock for a while, I of course would offer my services but as I am often working I believe you would get a somewhat more stable household with a role model who's around a lot more which Sherlock...well mostly John can provide as they are home a lot more than I" Mycroft spoke quickly

I sat up slowly narrowing my eyes at the two but before I could speak Mycroft was off again

"Furthermore I hear you are currently doing online courses instead of attending school like you should be doing and seeing as you have not provided me with a good reason to that, you will be returning to your classes unless I see a reason for you not to for whatever is non-negotiable and you will be walked to the front door if necessary" Mycroft finally finished

"Alright, what the hell is going on?" I begin "Why on earth am I staying here I am perfectly capable of looking after myself and should I ever feel incapable I will return to our parent's house and why should i go to school which is full of idiotic students who quite frankly waste my time by just been in the same room as me"

"Max" Sherlock says gently "You won't be able to return home for how long, we don't yet now as an incident had occurred..."

"Incident?" I question cutting Sherlock off "My experiments better be okay otherwise there will be hell to pay"

"I am sure they are fine" Sherlock continues "It was our parents, mother is going through traumatic stress and father is in hospital in a critical condition after been shot"

"Oh" I say closing my eyes momentarily "How bad is she?" I ask "And he's most likely going to die isn't he?"

"She is unresponsive and basically in an awake coma ..she may not recover from and yes he is quite possibly going to die"

I nod closing my eyes again trying to picture good memories after coming up with basically nothing, I sigh before reopening my eyes.

"We can go get some things from home , you start school tomorrow" Mycroft says walking out the door Sherlock in tow gesturing me to follow.

Sherlock and I were dropped back at 221b Baker street about 6 that night,damn London lugging my possessions up into the spare room,I collapsed on the bed exhausted preparing for my next day in hell.

I awoke to loud knocking on my door for the second day in a row.

"You have to get up or you'll be late" John says

Groaning at the injustice of this all, I get up slowly taking a quick shower before tossing on whatever clothes were minutes later I was out the door looking dishevelled with an apple in hand after much protesting from John.

Looking around to determine if I could get away with not going my eyes caught an official looking car, smirking slightly I mock salute at it before heading in the direction of school pondering what my tormentors had in store for me today.

It wasn't one of my worst days in fact it was quite alright until our last class got let out ten minutes 's when the move was made.

One ripped the book out of my hands and flung it across the yard, two grabbed my arms, one took up position behind me and the leader stood in front of me trying to look dangerous.

I knew what was coming and that it was unavoidable so I might as well give them an actual reason to do this."Do you have any respect you incompetent brat, that book was a first edition"

"Oh shut up freak" the leader hissed slamming his fist into my stomach knocking the wind out of me.

With the two idiots on my sides now the only thing holding me up, he struck again this time in the face causing me a split the blood running down my chin he swung again and I braced for impact that never came,instead I fell to the floor.I look up to see the group now standing away from me staring at the person that was standing behind me was holding his jaw. Moving to my feet I narrow my eyes in confusion before turning to face the same direction as the others.

Catching sight of the principle and the two teachers in tow I sighed angrily upon realizing their anger scowls were focused on the hell kind of system is this?The three lackies were sent to find their parents and the one who got punched was sent to the nurse's office with the leader tagging along behind him to get his bruised hands looked at. And where did I get sent? The principal's office.

My head was in my hands ignoring the sting from from lip,this sucked just fuck my life. Mycroft was here now,standing behind the super uncomfortable seat in which I was two tormentors were also there smirking at me while their parents glared the entire lot of them,this was so stupid.

Mycroft spoke up over the accusations being thrown at me"Why don't we ask Max what happened?"

The principle rolls her eyes before asking "What happened then Miss Holmes?"

I glared at her then flick a glance at my tormentors before turning back."Nothing happened" I answer in a deadpan voice "I just hit the two reprobates"

"And why would you do that?" The principle continued

I roll my eyes IDIOTS "Because I'm just that type of person, ma'am" I reply sarcastically

"Don't bother bringing her back to school tomorrow, she may returned on friday but should this happen again the consequences will be dire"The principle directs at Mycroft

Mycroft nods before grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the we are out I wrench myself from his grip and take off in a run, ignoring Mycroft's protests of "Maxcien, don't do this" I continue out the front doors and to where I saw my book land earlier.

I pick it up flipping through the pages, sadly all of them were matted in mud what a waste.I drop it in the nearest bin and an arm wraps around my the fact that I know it's Mycroft's I still struggled.

"Let me go" I grunt "I don't like human contact,I swear I won't run again"

The arm retreats to it's own form and I step away quickly moving to walk down the road."Maxcien" Mycroft says warningly

I stop but don't turn to face him

"Why did you take the blame for them?" He asks

Ugh exactly what I didn't want to be in an intake of breath "I didn't" I counter coldly continuing my walk

Out of the corner of my eye I see Mycroft wave at something and then feel his presence as he falls into step beside the walk to return to 221b, it was quiet and calm but I couldn't help but sense an emotion in Mycroft that I was rarely on the receiving end of and didn't really fancy it, which was obviously in the way I avoid looking at Mycroft's eyes which were filled with concern.

I was confused when Mycroft followed me up the steps and so I turned around to face him once the door was opened.

"Yes?" I ask "What do you want?"
"To take a look at your lip" he answers as if it was obvious

My eyes darken "It's fine" I state plainly "If I feel the need I'll see John or Sherlock,Okay? I'm sure you are needed elsewhere, the government doesn't run without you" I rush before stepping back and shutting the door on a bewildered Mycroft.

I bolt upstairs, happy to see no one home.I continue up to the bathroom quickly washing away all the blood before heading to my room and pulling out my homework and getting lost in it.

My eyes snap to attention as I feel a shaking feeling on my shoulder,glancing down I spot the hand that brought on that feeling before looking up into John's face.

His eyes focus on my lips and his expression changes to one of nervousness I let my gaze drop to the floor.

"Let me see your lip" he says
"It's fine" I protest once again
"It' bleeding just let me deal with it"

I slowly raise a finger to the cut to find that John is right, pulling the finger away I nod slowly before pulling myself up from the floor and following John down to the living room.I sit on the couch as he goes to get whatever he at Sherlock who is seated across the room in one of the armchairs, feet swung over one side and violin in hand as he peers at me curiously.

"Yes?" I ask raising my eyebrow
"What happened to your lip" he asks
"Deduce it" I say in a monotone
"You got punched?" he asks
"There was an accident" I reply
"Right" He says doubtfully as John walks back in .

Sherlock continues to look doubtful as John holds a wet cloth to the cut for several minutes until the bleeding stops, he then washes it with soap and applies some sort of lotion.

"Done" John says "Dinner is in the kitchen and you both will be eating, I expect you in there within 3 minutes" He continues walking into the kitchen.

I groan inwardly before throwing a pillow at Sherlock to knock him out of his daze.I gesture towards the kitchen before following in John's footsteps.

I sat at the table having served myself a small portion of food, I pick at it slowly looking the others noting that John was the only one actually eating picking at it for few more moments I was grateful to be excused after washing the dishes.