"And to what do I owe this pleasure Mycroft?" John Watson sat across the table, arms crossed, foot tapping on the ground. His tea sat untouched and cooling off, and Mycroft knew the good doctor had grown tired of being abducted for these meetings.

"I actually have a very dire problem John." Mycroft stiffened even more so than usual and straightened his jacket. "It has been brought to my attention that a former partner of mine had some, complications with our intimate relationship." John leaned forward now completely attentive to the words coming out of Mycroft's mouth. "With me being in such a position that leaves me to travel so frequently, I cannot cope with this certain, complication." He paused and smiled a bit. "and this is where you come in. John, you are responsible and attentive. I was wondering if you would be interested in keeping a pet of sorts at Baker street." John laughed.

"All this for a pet? You Holmes boys need to learn to loosen up! I thought it was something a more serious than a pet!" John was laughing and smiling, finally taking a sip of his tea. Mycroft cleared his thought.

"Perhaps I didn't explain this well enough." There was a sudden slamming of doors and the sound of a face paced walk. The men turned their heads and saw a teenager storming towards them with Mycroft's assistant Althea running up behind her.

"I'm sorry sir, she said she was done waiting. Determination." She half shrugged as the teen reached the table and plopped down on a chair.

"I really dislike the treatment of your abductees Mr. Holmes." The girl said. She turned to John. "Hello, my name is Addison. I suppose Addison Holmes, though I was never keen to take on his last name." she jutted a inger over to Mycroft, who looked very displeased with the situation.

"I told you to stay there. Do you ever listen?" she sighed and turned towards him.

"I listen to those who oh I don't know have some say in my life. You haven't ever been present in my life until Mum died. In all honesty I thought you were just a donor. I wasn't aware there had been a relationship attached to my early days. I mean, I would have thought Mum would have mentioned you once. Or maybe a fond memory. Oh that's right, no fond memories of Icemen." She sneered.

"The complication Mycroft? Really?" John asked, eyes wide. Mycroft nodded.

"A complication? You heartless bastard! What, going to pawn me off onto some other man?" She was obviously livid, and there was no blaming her. But the look on Mycroft's face was so sad and beaten that John sighed and stepped in.

"As much as I need to stop doing this for you both, I think I can offer a solution." Addison turned towards him. "Addison, you are more than welcome to come and stay with me until you are of legal age to go off on your own. All things paid for by daddy dearest. You also get the great pleasure of living with his brother." She went to protest. "Who shares the immense dislike that you do, and I'm sure there will be endless conversations between the two of you as to who hates him more. I offer you this as long as you don't mind odd hours, general lack of food in the house, a complete mess, and the occasional body part in the fridge. Or microwave. Or really anywhere, so be warned when opening things."

"Body parts?"

"Sherlock likes to experiment. He's a detective. Of sorts." John added. He smiled and nodded his head. "We do have a lovely landlady though, more like a housekeeper. She's very keen on us and keeps us in line."

"That sounds more promising than my other options. So sure."

"Shall we get in the car and head over? Sherlock is busy on a case right now, so you can tour the place first without him. While John fills you in on his odd personality." Mycroft put his hand out, as if to shake it.

"What makes you think I'd ever touch you." Addison sneered and walked to Althea, who was waiting to take them to the car. John waved her on, saying he'd meet them out there.

"I expect the full story on this very soon." Mycroft nodded. John suspected this was as close to crying as Mycroft could get. "Are you alright?" Mycroft shook his head no, but sniffled and straightened up.

"Take good care of her. Please asses her monthly costs and let me know so I may adequately provide her with the funds needed. I'm very pleased you agreed to do this for me John, I don't say this often but I appreciate you. And not just for this. For, for everything." John shook his hand and Mycroft left, leaving John to head to the car.

"So this brother. What's he like?" John smiled and started warning Addison about everything. They got to the flat and she took one look around and smiled. "I like it here. It reminds me a bit of home. A little haphazard, but still home." John smiled and they toured the place. Addison would have to make do in what was originally a storage room/ maid's room. She said it was more than enough room and profusely thanked John.

"JOHN!" they heard a scream from downstairs and John sighed.

"Prepare." They turned towards the door as a figure appeared.

"JOHN. There is someone new." He stopped and looked at Addison. "16 years old, already done with school I see, very bright. That stance say that you are not only unhappy with your current situation but feeling awkward. Understandable considering you're in my flat with my doctor and I don't know you, but I assume he has filled you in as your eyes aren't getting that look that I'm a total freak." He walked around her, looking her up and down. "And that unmistakable Mycroft in you. You are in fact, a Holmes are you not?"

"Yes, I am."

"Hello Addison. Sherlock. Your uncle." He stuck his hand out and she shook it.

"Everything was easy to deduce except my name. How did you know that?"

"Wait, everything? How did he know about school?" John asked. Both Addison and Sherlock put their hands up to stop him from speaking.

"When Mycroft was a boy, one of the few times I actually listened to him, he was seeing a girl. The only one I think he ever was interested in. he told me he loved her and they were going to have a child together. And he said he would name it Addison. The perfect name for boy or girl. He didn't want to plague a child with an oddball name like our own while still providing that unisex flare we both have."

"That man is not capable of love."

"Oh yes he is, much more so than anyone thinks. Yes, he is the Iceman but there are worse things in life. He's like that for a reason."

"Same way you are a sociopath for a reason?"

"High functioning, and right now that is none of your concern." Addison smirked and Sherlock glided out of the room. John turned back to her.

"You really are very much like them." She rolled her eyes. "Um, perhaps we should get you some furniture."

"With what money?"

"Oh, I'll just text Mycroft and tell him we are furnishing your room. He'll transfer funds and we'll be off!" John got his phone out and texted, sounding each word out as he did it. There was a bing a few seconds later and he smiled. "all taken care of. Shall we?"

"It takes days for funds to transfer." John laughed as he ushered her out o the room.

"Not when you're Mycroft Holmes." Addison's eyes grew wide and she followed him to the door. They could hear noise of someone clanging something about in the kitchen. "Sherlock! I'm going out with Addison, getting her a few things. I will pick up milk and carry out. NO explosions and NO shooting the wall while I'm gone."

"Of course of course. I'm too busy for such things tonight John. THE GAME!" They left and Addison buttoned her coat as they signaled for a cab.