John Watson stepped out of 221b, pulling his coat closer to his body. Wishing to hide his form of protection, after becoming familiarized with being in the infamous Sherlock Holmes' company. The early autumn cold nipped at his skin as he surveyed the empty street. He looked down to his watch, it read eight, Baker street should be bustling with early morning traffic but it was presently vacant. John stepped over to the man waiting by the bus stop.
"Excuse me." John asked the man. "Do you have the time?" He looked down to his wrist and put out his cigarette. "I think mine's wrong."
"Five fifteen." He replied, John groaned, silently cursing Sherlock. He'd looked pretty shifty last night, but John had put it down to Mycroft's surprise visit.
""Doctor Watson?" John spun on his heels, there stood a woman dressed in black tapping on a blackberry. John cursed again as the mercedes rolled up beside him. "Get in the car."
"Again, I do have a phone." He sighed, climbing in.
What was it with Mycroft and abandoned buildings? John just didn't know, so when Anthea lookalike ushered him into the rusted old factory, John found himself rolling his eyes.
"So, Doctor Watson, I don't believe we've met." A tall thin woman with high cheekbones and long black curls, stepped out from behind a row of lockers.
"I, er, I don't believe we have." John smiled. "Any relations to Mycroft, he has a thing for empty buildings."
"Well, it's a family trait. I'm the other Holmes, Johnathon." She smiled, a familiar satisfied smirk plastered on her face.
"Mycroft?" John pondered, the woman released a exasperated sigh.
"No, Doctor Watson, I'm Meghan Holmes, Mycroft's dear twin sister." She smiled, the resemblance flew up and hit John in the face. Meghan had Sherlock's facial structure and Mycroft's blunt politeness.
"There's three of you?!" John exclaimed.
"Yes dear, so on to why I brought you here, Dr Watson. As you've concluded, Sherly is my baby brother, so If you break his little heart, you will not need to worry about Mycroft. I'm very protective of my little sibling, he doesn't handle emotions well." She smiled, but now it was hostile.
"Okay..." John began, confused. "Wait, break his heart?"
"I was under the impression that you and my brother were a item." Meghan smiled genuinely.
"No. No. No. Was it Mycroft?" John sighed.
"Of course." Meghan giggled.
"I'm not actually gay." John exclaimed.
"Sure sweetie." Meghan smirked. John switched the subject.
"So, Sherlock's a detective, a consulting one, Mycroft is the British Government, so, Meghan, What are you?"
"I'm a scientist."
"A Scientist?"
"A sexy scientist, I have your boyfriend's genes, you can admit it." She winked and John went to open his mouth. "I have finger's in many pies, Doctor Watson, I dabble. With help from Mummy."
"Mummy?" John asked, regretting the words, he'd heard enough from Sherlock to know not to mention Mummy Holmes.
"Yes, Mummy Holmes, she wants to meet you." Meghan grinned. "We all get it from her, father prefers to dance around the manor in his underwear and a blue feather boa." John once again went to speak, Miss Holmes cut him off. "But he's always been like that. Taught us all to play the violin. Believe it or not, Mycroft is the black sheep of the family, he's too civilized. Like Sherly, I don;t really fit it."
"You?" John laughed.
"I actually hoped you give him something."
"I'm not smuggling family grudges." John protested, Meghan produced a small box wrapped in brown paper and a blue coloured ribbon.
"His birthday present."
"You could just give it to me on my birthday." Sherlock appeared from behind another set of lockers, his collar up and scarf in place. "John's throwing a party."
"Oh, dear brother you know I don't frequent parties." John watched as Meghan spoke, she seemed more like Mycroft than Sherlock. John made a mental note to call Sherlock, Sherly one day. "I would have asked Mycroft, but he's a little busy and he assured me that John was always free." Meghan smirked, "Same with Anthea." Anthea wiggled her finger from seat in the car.
"You don't need to kidnap John, without warning, every time you wish to speak to me, Meghan." Sherlock watched the walls.
"Thank You." John sighed.
"Just e-mail me next time, before you take him," Sherlock finished, "So I know where to find him when you are done. Oh, and Sister, I'm not seeing John."
"So, he's single?" Meghan smiled, John smiled in satisfaction.
"No, not to you Meghan. John, come on." John looked at Meghan, she smiled.
"It's alright Doctor Watson, I've got your number." She winked. "Goodbye dear brother." They walked away as she bit one of the pearls on her necklace.
"The other Holmes? What sort of Title is that?!" Sherlock critiqued.
"You come up with something then, Genius." John snapped, punching into the keyboard.
"A attractive woman? John? That's my sister! Would you say that about Mycroft?!" Sherlock snapped.
"Different concept, Sherlock! Anyway, I like your sister." Once the words left John's mouth, his phone bleeped.
I like you too, Dr. Watson.
The Ritz, 8pm Tomorrow.
I'm paying. ;)
Don't tell Sherlock.
-MH. (not to be confused with my dear twin)
John smiled as he slid his phone away.
Meghan Holmes...
So watcha think. First of many little Sunday shorts :)
Do not kill me for it being Hetrosexual... there'll be Johnlock later!