Author's note: so I recently started… and finished… watching Sherlock. Anyways… I have now words. Best thing ever. So I'm being all fangirl-y in my room, then I'm like "FANFICTION! DUH!" so I came up with a lovely little idea. In my story, Sherlock has a second cousin who comes to stay. She helps him solve a crime he couldn't on his own. A bit of implied Johnlock.

Disclaima: I don't own Sherlock, cause otherwise I'D HURRY THE EFF UP AN DMAKE SEASON THREE ALREADY. #ANGST

There was a girl of about age sixteen standing outside 221B Baker Street. An unusual sight, for sure. She wasn't related to Mrs. Hudson, and she wasn't related to John Watson. So who was she?

Penelope Holmes tentatively knocked on the door of the apartment. She was finally meeting the mysterious second cousin, the strange Sherlock.

She had the atypical family genes: black hair (though hers was straight), blue eyes and long limbs. So John was naturally surprised when he opened the door.

"Who're you?"

"Penelope Holmes," she said, sticking her hand out for him to shake. "Can I get a picture with you?"

"Sherlock!" John called up the stairs.

"What, John, could possibly be so important- wait, who're you?" the man said, stopping in his tracks at the sight of the vaguely familiar girl.

"Mom was right. I knew you wouldn't remember me," the girl said with a smile.

"Hmmm… American… presumably family… New York, you can tell by the accent… Penelope."

"Took you long enough," she said, rolling her eyes and pushing her way into the apartment.

"Sherlock," John whispered. "What's going on? Who's she? Did you know she was coming?"

"Second cousin. She was coming to visit, it was arranged months ago… must've slipped my mind… Angelica will be angry… Mycroft knew, I bet… conspiracy… meal planning…" Sherlock murmured, rambling on.

John went upstairs where he found Penelope making herself comfortable on the sofa with her laptop.

"So you're Sherlock's cousin?"

"Second cousin. And the blogs were right, you guys are a cute couple. Twitter was going crazy over my live streaming from inside your apartment just a second ago. You should've been there, they would've died for a view of John Watson in a casual state."

"Oh… what?"

She just shook her head and went back to her laptop.

Sherlock walked up the stars slowly, as if he were cautious of the girl who could be no more than sixteen and looked perfectly harmless.

"Penelope… hello… it's been quite a while," Sherlock said, trying to make small talk, obviously not a strong point.

"Penny," she corrected.

"Of, course. You like to be called Penny you can tell by the…"

Penelope cut him off. "I don't want to be deduced. I want to be taught how to deduce."

John looked taken aback, and Sherlock just looked bored.

"Doesn't everyone?" he responded bluntly.

"Good, we'll start tomorrow," she responded with a confident smile.

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