sorry, if the story is a bit weird, but i got bored, and my friend Emilly gave me the idea.

In this story:

1. Mycroft is a lady.

2. Mycroft and Sherlock are twins.

3. There both a bit younger than normal, becuse its easyer for me to write it this way. Sorry.

Disclaimer : I own Nothing.

Finally, on a cloudy day in December, they made up.

But were getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren't we? How about we go back to when it all started?

- March 19th, 1986-

There are many ways to describe Mrs. Ellery Holmes. She was many, many things. Some said beautiful, some said overly cold or cruel, and others simply thought of her as who and what she is. A wife, and now, a mother. She had just given birth to twins, a girl, who was older but about twenty minutes, and a boy. Her daughter, Mycroft Evangeline Holmes, had curly little tufts of copper hair and greyish-blue eyes. Her son, Sherlock Alcott Holmes, had little bits of crazy dark hair and almost obnoxiously blue eyes. As she held them both for the first time, she knew they would both do something great, she knew that they would be spectacular. But she would never tell them that, or anyone else, for that mater. She really wasn't the sentimental type, after all. So as soon as possible, she took them both home. She wasn't a nurturing mother. She was more occupied with fashion, and making the Holmes household look good. There butler practically raised the Holmes twins, and while she and her husband were away, they grew up.

-October 4th, 1992-

They were inseparable. Not once had anyone ever seen one of the twins by themselves. They ran and played, just read in the library or sometimes, they would people watch and deduce things about their lives. It was increasingly evident that they were both brilliant.

Even though their parents hadn't ever really spoken to either of them, they knew they had to look out for each other. Because that's what family dose. Mycroft would scare off the bullies Sherlock had attracted (by rambling off his deductions instead of just sharing them with her and keeping quiet like she did) and Sherlock would bandage Mycroft's scraped up knees when she fell down, because she was rather clumsy. They always thought that they would be this way, but they were sadly mistaken.

-February 19th, 2003-

It was getting close to their 17th birthday, but neither of the twins cared. They had a more important thing to think about, namely, the murder of Carl Powers. Sherlock had read it in the papers that he had drowned, and found it odd that no one knew where his shoes were. So, naturally, he said that they should investigate. They wound up running all over London and didn't even get to finish the case. Sherlock blamed Mycroft, and Mycroft blamed herself too.

They were running from policemen when it happened. Sherlock had stolen evidence, and a few coppers had noticed. They ran through Kensington Gardens, and Mycroft tripped on a rock.

"Ouch!" She fell to ground, and hit her knee on a another rock. "Bloody hell!" She layed on the ground for some time, crying and unable to bend her left knee, and more importantly, unable to run.

"Mycroft, what are you doing on the-" Something cut him short, and she couldn't see them. And then, they were trapped. Surrounded by angry policemen that were unable to understand that they were trying to help.

"Hand it over kid!" One man said, and so Sherlock, being the crazy man that he is, punched the man in the gut and ran. The policeman picked Mycroft up, sat her in a police car, and called her an ambulance while the rest of his team went after her brother. It took them twenty minutes to catch him, and he was extremely unhappy when they finally did get him. He hit two other coppers, and bit a third when she tried to cuff him.

They charged him with obstruction of justice and assault, and Mycroft wasn't there to smooth talk there way out of this one. He was going to go to have to go on trial, and it was her fault. He was more than likely go to jail, and it was her fault. If she had only been a more practical woman. If she had only given in and worn tennis shoes just this once, they could have solved the case. They could have been a team, and solved crimes together. But she had ruined it, he thought, and he would never let this go.

Mycroft sat in the emergency room with the cop that had brought her, waiting for the results of her x-rays. The doctor suspected a broken kneecap, and needless to say, she wasn't pleased. The copper that was with her tried to rub her back and tell her it was ok, but she wouldn't listen.

"Fine then" He said. "I'll just let you sit there and sulk. But I need you to come down to the yard once your felling better." And he got up to leave, only to be tugged back down by Mycroft.

"Please don't leave." She said, and he sat back down.

"Alright. I'm Sergeant Greg Lestrade. So who are you and what were you doing poking around my crime scene?"

"My name is Mycroft Holmes, and I'm very sorry Sargent, but my brother wanted to know that the case of Carl Powes' murder was solved" She said. "And was very adimint that the yard was going to need his help, because according to him your all incompetent." and then the doctor came back into the room. The Sargent split her his number, and left.

She didn't know what to say. They said her knee would never heal correctly, and she wouldn't really be able to run or stand for long periods of time without discomfort in the future. They even gave her a cane to lean on, but she wouldn't use it. She refused to be looked upon as weak, and so she substituted it with an umbrella she kniked from her father. A woman carrying around an umbrella was less likely to be noticed, she thought.

She got Sherlock off on all his charges, and all she got was silence. She went off to Uni and he got addicted to cocaine, and traveled the world. He didn't talk to her again until she was out of uni and starting to work for/as the British goverment in 2006. He had just gotten out of rehab the secound time, and all he said was "You've gotten fat Mycroft." She looked at herself, and realized he was right.

Please tell me if its terible or not!