A/N: Thankfully, i now have my very own editor and i'm super edited about that. We've been going through each chapter and fixing my terrible mistakes. NOT ALL chapters have been fixed, i plan to update for every five we finish. SO! Lets try this again. Note, i have fixed some details, events, ect. Thank you and i really hope you enjoy. Let me know!

Extended Fanfiction (Sherlock)

By: Colvin

January 4, 2015

Disclosure: I own nothing of the original characters or events from the original Sherlock BBC Television show. Also, information on characters and their relationships with each other may differ with time, even their life span. I'm only writing from the data provided to me from season 1 and season 3.

SUMMARY: THIS STORY HAS STARTED TO BE REVISED. This is the story of Sherlock Holmes son Roman. His journey began after the dead of his mother Irene Adler who Roman believed to be someone else growing up. Roman is taken from his home to start a new life somewhere else. Where? London, England. His journey his to find his father, whom may or may not exist. But actually, Sherlock has no idea his son is even alive. During Roman's venture he meets many people who help shape him into the man he will become. Like Sherlock, Roman runs into and befriends John Watson's son, Christopher. But their relationship is far from repeating history; it's deep, intimate, emotional, hidden and dangerous. However, while they're busy trying to figure each other out a string of murders have been occurring that will bring Roman to his knees. The murderer? Closer than you think. Eventually he will risk his life to solve this case and it's harder than you think when daddy's unable to play and Roman is a mortician who disowns his father's tactics. Many more ticks and twist along the way.

Little Summary: Roman Davis lives a normal life, almost. But when his mother (Irene Adler) is killed his world his turned upside down.

Chapter one: 5 Stages of Grief After Acknowledgement

"I'm sorry Mr. Davis, but your mother is dead."

Who? My mother? ...Dead? Why?

Those words shot through me worse than a power cord gone bad or even worse, a gun. The news blew me into a reality I didn't think humans experienced, so raw and spiritual. My emotional wounds were left to bleed, infected with this speak. Those words left me confused. A stampede of pain rushed through my head, and my heart seemed to be rioting in my chest. My lungs froze up and I couldn't breathe. This wasn't real.

"H-how?" My tongue quivered and my voice shattered.

The man standing in front of me, dressed in all black stood at attention, tensing up even more. It seemed as though he would get stuck like that. A stiff plank. He swallowed hard, and I could feel his tension towards me build. A thick eiry green aura flooded around him. His aura was green. He looked down at me for I wasn't as tall as the adult he was.

"She was...murdered, Mr. Davis." He sighed with relief once he finished and glazed up pass me.

Murdered.

I looked around slowly, still confused and raw. I nodded without much comprehension, backing away from the man. I could not hear anymore.

"Mr. Davis? I need you to come with me," The man's voice was hard, it gave little comfort or sympathy.

"Where? W-why?" I backed up more, glaring in his black eyes with war in mine.

I didn't want to go anywhere. Just stay here, home.

"Your mother has passed and there is no one else to take care of you. You have to come with me." He held his hand out. "Mr. Davis you are now property of the Federal Government."

Property? Someone now owned me?

"No."

I stepped back more and searched for the railing of the stairs. I was frantic as my chest elevated from fear. I wasn't going with him.

"Mr. Davis," he said stepping inside.

"NO!" I yelled as I turned. My feet began to shoot up the stairs.

Before I even knew what was happening, my feet were no longer in contact with the wooden stairs but instead my chest and face were planted onto it. The pain I felt was nothing. My fight or flight instinct kicked in. Adrenaline started pumping through my blood and my heart felt like it was going to explode. My head turned quickly and the man in black grabbed my foot, trying to pull me from the stairs. His grip was tight, obviously stronger than I was. He had enough of me.

"Mr. Davis don't make this harder it needs to be! I will taze you!" he shouted.

Was that a threat? Was he threatening me? I think so.

I pulled up my free foot and slammed it down onto the man's hand. Smashing his hand gave me the effect I hoped for, and he let go of me and shouted in pain.

"God dammit! Mr. Heartly get in here and tame this damn kid!"

Mr. Heartly? Who?

At that moment I didn't know who he was, but I would soon find out that he'd be the man I'd hate most in the world. The man I would vow to kill when I had the chance. A chance I prayed would come. However, at that moment I was clueless to who Mr. Heartly was. I jumped over the man in black on the floor clutching his hand in pain and ran straight out the door. I didn't know where I was going but I knew I wasn't staying there. I couldn't, they'd take me away. I had one foot out the door before I felt my body forcefully leave gravity's force and fly into a wall.

Aware of the profuse pain in my head and my throbbing body was lifeless as a doll, I was dizzy and dazed. I only knew I was thrown back into the house, but by what?

The two men in black stood before me; they were closing in on me, choking me, without laying a hand on me. Suffocating. Stealing my air from my environment. I panicked.

"LEAVE ME ALO-" I screamed but I did not get to finish.

A bright blue light flew at me and rammed into my rib cage, becoming one with me. Yet, it wasn't a beautiful moment, rich in color and brightness. Instead pain restricted me to curl into a ball and scream like a child. My body became very hot while I shook uncontrollably. My sweat was ice cold when it surfaced to my skin. Vision starting to distort, everything was gray like a static on a television. All the sounds collided into one as it sounded like sirens and dog whistles. I tasted metal and iron.

I was losing consciousness as my limbs became heavier and heavier, eventually feeling like they were ten times the original weight. My body kept shaking and I was mumbling something: Mom save me! Please save me!

Everything went black like the men's clothes and I slipped into an unconscious state. All I felt, saw, tasted, touched, and heard was black.

-End

Well that it until next Monday. Stayed tuned for next week as Roman Davis wakes and discovers his mother's life and even his own was a huge lie. But he finally gets closer than ever to finding his father while dealing with his mother's loss. All this and more next Monday, Chapter 2: Denial and Isolation