Alex smiled as the radio blared the latest music. Her mom rode with anger on her face, but when she turned to see her daughter make a silly face she laughed. That broke the ice, Alex thought.

"Oh. It's our song! Turn it up. Please!" Alex cried.

" We have millions of songs. Why this one? And how many songs will we have?" her mothers silk voice asked.

" We'll have as many songs as how many times I go to Juvy."

" that's alought, you will be getting into trouble when we get home, by the way..." her mother was interrupted by the squils of her 16 year old daughter.

" Shut up this is my favorite part!"

" Alexandra Rose Holmes!"

" Sarah Victoria Holmes"

Alex reached for the volume and turned it way up. Radioactive was heard all over the old road. They soon sang the lyrics together singing off key. They laughed and didn't notice the car veering to the other side of the road.

Bright lights filled the car. Sarah's eyes widened. She swerved the car turned. As the semi his full force onto the driver's side. The air bags exploded and the last thing she heard was her mother's neck snap with a sickening Crack!


"Sherlock Holmes" the voices went around her but she barley recognized them. "he'll be watching you until college."

She blocked out the rest of the conversation. She watched Britain float around her. She smiled as a memory danced across her mind. Then it turned into a villainous chase. She saw herself run but the evil thing ran to chased her. He tried to tell her the memories of her mothers death. As she ran a tune played in her head. It was dark. It made her want to hit something. Hard.

"Here it is" the voice told her.

She jumped out of the cab. And walked through the door off 221b Baker St. She was greeted by two men. One tall and a hobbit of a man next to him. The taller had black curly hair. The shorter had cropped blond hair.

" Hello My name is John." the shorter told her.

" Alex." she said nochantly. She saw John elbowed the other man.

" Holmes, Sherlock Holmes" he said rubbing his side.

She gasped and took a step back. His voice was so similar to her late mom. The same proud voice. Yet his was sadder. The she regained her wits.

" I thought it would be Bonds, but you know" Alex turned to John "to tall."

"Doesn't eat and barley sleeps after what happened. Still restless at night." Sherlock fought against her deductions.

"Usually does drugs behind John's knows though, he isn't stupid. Isn't that right John? You on the other hand don't trust him as much as you used to. You are angry at what happened."

John just simply laughed. He walked her over to a small room complete with a bed and a dresser. She laughed at the night light in the corner, secretly loving the thing. She hated the dark.

" I'm going out!' she announced.

" Why don't you eat?" John asked.

" Not hungry" She mumbled and left the flat. Then Alex smiled and whispered "I'm off for an adventure."


"Who is she?" John asked.

"Supposedly my niece. My sister adopted her. Then she was handed to me when she died." Sherlock said studying the telle.

"Since when did you have a sister?"

" She was shunned for falling for a rock and roll artist. She stole 250,000 dollars for him. From our vault of course. It happened around the time Mycroft was born"

"So this girl is adopted into your family. She got some kind of rap sheet right?"

" Yes been to Juvy 10 or 11 times. Most for stealing or fighting. One was gang activity. Loves to get into fights." Sherlock's face twisted in anger " Of course he's not the father you moron."

" I'm going to find her" John said leaving the flat.


walked into the alley to find three boys beating up a smaller child. The boys were easily part of a gang. You could tell by their muscles and the patch of green on there jackets. The biggest landed a big kick to the stomach. I had to cut in.

" Leave some for others meat-head." I yelled.

The biggest turned to me and the littlest ran. The guy ran for him but I put myself in front of him. He pushed me but I held my ground.

" Hey idiot move we're teach-en him a lesson. Or do you want the lesson taught to you?" He smiled.

" I am fine with the second, if you can touch me." She put up her fists.

He laughed and swung. I quickly intercepted it and spun him around . Then I kicked him in the back making him fall in front of his friends. He got up and went to tackle me but I kicked him square in the chest he bent over and I pulled his face into my knee. The I grabbed his hand twisted it and flipped him. He fell to the ground.

I don't know what happened in the next few seconds but suddenly I hand my hand behind my back and the biggest guy was in front of me. He smiled and connected his fist with my rib cage I fell to my knees. Then he brought his knee to my head and I heard a crack. He brought it up two more times be for I was on the ground in a fetal position. The other boys just stood watching and cringing as each blow landed on my body.

I felt someone lift me into the air and throw me against the brick wall. I fell to the ground defeated. She heard the sound of grunts and shoes running. Then a hand was on my shoulder.

" Alex can you hear me?" The familiar voice of John entered my head. I nodded. " Do you want to go to the hospital?" I shook my head." You want me to fix you here?" Another shake." Well it will hurt to move you to a cab. But I can do it if you want."

Soon we were in a cab on the way to the flat. I winced every time I breathed. Which against my beliefs, I have to do.

We entered the flat and John made me lay on the couch. He tended to my minor wounds first. Then he told me my nose was broken. I quickly popped it back into place. He showed pride and fear in his eyes. I was secretly happy it had been John to come for me. Sherlock would joke or tell me I was a fool. He was a jerk and thought I was stupid because I was a thug American. Soon I was tiring and I wanted to go to bed he told me that he would need to rap my ribs. The look on his face was hilarious when I took off my shirt, which left me in a sports bra. to late did I realize he could see my hallow stomach.

After he wrapped my ribs he made me eat two bowls of soup before sending me off to bed. I slept with horrible nightmares. one was of my mother dying, the other was of my childhood.

I soon gave up on the idea of sleep. I went to the couch to watch the t.v. I watched for awhile until Sherlock came out and reached for his violin. It was only then when I heard a third voice moaning and the rustling of blankets. Sherlock was soon playing and the music surprised me. It was gentle and soft. Soon my eyelids started too droop. I then fell into a deep sleep with nightmares no where to be seen.


So it will escalate to some pretty serous stuff, love to hear reviews