Sara... I need you to stay right there, I'm so. So sorry Sara...
I-I don't understand... why now? Why would you think that? Dad, no you can't. I can't bear to lose another family...please
Goodbye Sara
DAD NO!
Sara shot up from her bed and sighed softly. She panted and looked at her calender on her wall "Today marks the one and a half year anniversary... Of your death" she grabbed a picture of her and Sherlock, together, happy, well kind of. It was a yearly photo that Mrs. Hudson took and it was one of her beat that she saw anyway.
Sara had been living with Mycroft for the past year and it was miserable. Sara sighed sadly and put on a sweater, jeans and converse, being lucky it was the weekend. Sara decided to take the day going outside. She put on her jacket "Uncle Mycroft, I'm going out" She announced before going outside and calling a cab and went into the city of London. It was snowing slightly and went to John's flat. They had kept in touch from time to time and they supported each other.
She walked over to his flat and knocked on his flat and saw a blonde haired person but she wasn't recognizable. The woman then spoke "Hello, how can I help you?" she asked.
"Is John home?"
"Yes... just this way"
"No visitors right now Mary, not in the mood" John's voice sounded in the house.
"Maybe I'll visit later?" Sara suggested as Mary shut the door.
"What's going on with John lately..?" She asked herself as she walked down the streets and eventually got to Baker St. She took the key and went inside the empty flat "Mrs. Hudson?" She called.
Mrs. Hudson opened her door "Oh, Sara. What an unexpected surprise. What brings you here?" She asked "Come in! Come in!" She guided Sara inside her small flat. Sara took off her jacket and set it on the coat rack "How have you been Mrs. Hudson?" She asked, sitting down at the table as Mrs. Hudson gave her some tea.
"Oh I've been fine dear. But has John been ok since... more importantly, have you been ok?" She asked
"Living with Uncle Mycroft isn't the greatest... having to deal the stupid lectures and the constant conference calls...honestly miserable. Been made fun of at school but I ignore them" Sara shrugged "John has been shutting me out lately" She shook her head.
"Maybe he just needs space?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
"He has a girlfriend Mrs. Hudson" Sara frowned.
"I'm sorry dearie. If there is anything I can do, you can stop by and we can chat or have lunch" Mrs. Hudson reassured.
"I'm going to go upstairs to see the flat" Sara told her and stood.
"Alright dearie. Let me show you upstairs" Mrs. Hudson guided her upstairs to the empty 221B, exactly the way Sherlock left it. But there was one thing that wasn't there before. Sara walked over to a white letter that had gold etching that read Sara Holmes. It had a red wax stamp with an unfamiliar stamping insignia and she picked up and looked back at Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson only shrugged. Sara was about to open it when she got a text. She pulled out her phone which was an unknown number reading 'Don't acknowledge or open until you are alone'
"I should get going" Sara put the letter in her jacket inner pocket, going downstairs
"I'll see you soon dearie and tell John I said hi"
"As always. And thank you for the tea" Sara shut the door and looked around before going to the shop and buying some flowers and walking to the graveyard. She bought a bouquet of lilies and chrysanthemums as well as a trowel. She went to Sherlock's grave, gazing at the polished black marble and sighed "Hey Dad... it's been awhile hasn't it? Everyone misses you dearly, but I'm miserable without you... a lot has been going on lately. You've done so much for me and I wanted to start paying that debt back but now... you're gone... you told me you were a fraud when you died and I can never believe that in a million years. It's just something that I would never hear you say you know?" She sniffled "I can't believe that you are gone... you promised me that you would never leave me... but you broke that promise Sherlock... you broke that promise and now I'm stuck living with his majesty" she dug up the old flowers and placed in the new ones, sighing sadly. Sara wiped her tears away and stood. She was about to walk away before noticing a small black rectangular object on top of the tombstone. Sara picked it up and observed it and opened it to reveal a magnifying glass like what Sherlock used. Sara put it in her pocket and started to walk away and went into a sandwich shop to at least get something to eat for lunch and ordered a sandwich, and chips (french fries).
Sara felt something unnerving about the letter and the magnifying glass that looked liked her step father's. Something wasn't right about this and she knew it well. Curiosity and anticipation overwhelmed her as she grabbed her lunch and looked around, and was anxious. She called a cab and it took her back home to Mycroft's. She got back inside the mansion, she made a quick stride to Mycroft's study... that is before Mycroft stopped her.
"Ah, good morning Sara" He greeted in his calm tone.
"Good morning your highness" Sara greeted sarcastically.
"Do you always have to address me in that way?" He asked
"Oh absolutely" Sara smirked.
"You know Sara, sometimes sarcasm will get you into trouble" He replied "Now may I ask where you are going?"
"Your study... I have to study for an exam and I need a quiet space to concentrate" She lied. Mycroft glared for a moment at her before straightening out "Alright... just don't leave a mess. I'm heading to the Diogenes Club for a few hours... You know the rules and please behave yourself, the last thing we want is a criminal investigation" He grabbed his umbrella and walked out. Sara smiled as he left and then rolled her eyes, walking to his study before shutting the door.