Title: A Mystery Between Our Noses
Summary: Sherlock and Mycroft finds out that they had an older sister, named Lillian (Lily) Holmes.
Disclaimer: I do not owe BBC Sherlock!
Jan. 6, 1976 - Sherlock (born)
Nov. 7, 1969 - Mycroft (born)
Feb. 12, 1960 - Lillian (born)
1969 - Lillian (death)
Ages: Sherlock (28), Mycroft (35), Lillian (44).
Author's notes: I was reading a story yesterday of Sherlock and this idea pops in my head. I was reading a story of Hamish Watson-Holmes as the author kills him off in the end of the story with poison, I forgot what the story title was. So I decided to do a little mystery of my own. This is my first ghost story of BBC Sherlock! It will be a short story, so possibly one more chapter after this. So hope you guys like it!
If there is any grammar mistakes (forgive me) as I am not into grammar that much. So if there is any mistakes at all, please let me know (besides grammar). Hopefully the characters aren't too OOC!
"So, your hiding from mummy again?" Mycroft Holmes asked his little brother, Sherlock Holmes as Mycroft was standing in front of Sherlock and Sherlock was on the floor, in the library room with a book on his lap. John Watson was beside him, reading the daily newspaper as the three were visiting the Holmes estate for the holiday as Mycroft blackmailed Sherlock.
Sherlock ignores him as he turns a page on the book that he was reading. Mycroft sighed, "can't you grow up this once, Sherlock?" He asked annoyed.
Just then, there was a thud they heard that hit the floor and the three men turned towards the sound. "Did that book just fell?" John asked as he put down his newspaper and got up from his sitting position to go and see what happened.
Sherlock put his book down and followed John as well along with Mycroft who followed slowly behind. "What book is it John?" He asked as he approached.
John had picked it up and was flipping through it, "It's not a book, Sherlock. It's a photo album," he said as he turns it over to Sherlock.
Sherlock frowns as he looked through it, "Mycroft, this is a photo album of mum and dad with a little girl," he said.
"Wait, what?" Mycroft asked shocked as he looks over at Sherlock's shoulder. "That is mum and dad, but I don't recognize that girl at all," he said.
"She doesn't look anything more than 9-years-old," John replies.
"There's no date?" Mycroft asked.
Sherlock shook his head, "Where did this book came from?" He asked.
John looks around, "In that empty space," he said pointing as the two brothers looked.
"That's where our family photos are sorted," Mycroft said as he reached up and got the album that was beside the album that fell.
"No little girl in that one?" Sherlock asked as Mycroft shook his head and put the album back.
John was about to say something but a voice interrupted him, "Sherlock, is Mycroft and John with you?" The voice called out in the library.
"We are in here mummy!" Sherlock called back.
"Mummy, can you come here for a moment?" Mycroft called back to her.
"What is it, my dears?" Mummy Violet asked as she approaches her sons and John.
"This, who is this girl, mummy?" Sherlock asks as he sawed her the album.
Violet fidgeted nervously, "Where did you get that?" She asked.
"The album fell and we came to see what it was," Sherlock explains.
Violet frowns as she looks at the spot where the album fell, "That album never had fallen before," she said.
"Mummy, don't change the subject. Who is she?" Mycroft asked.
"Perhaps I should go," John suggested.
"No, stay John. You're family now," Sherlock replies as John was his new fiancee.
"Who is she, mummy?" Mycroft asked again.
"She was your older sister, Lillian Holmes," Violet said so softly that the two Holmes brothers barely heard her and the three men had their eyes widened.
"Impossible! I work for the government and I should know by now that there is or ever was a Lillian Holmes!" Mycroft exclaims as the family was in the living room, sitting on either the couch or chairs. However, Mycroft was standing up, pacing.
"Have you've forgotten that I worked for the government before you, Mycroft? After Lily's death, Siger and I thought it through and thought it was best to hide her until the time was right," Violet explains.
"But you didn't tell us," Sherlock said.
Violet shook her head, "Once Siger's death passed, I thought it through and I didn't want to tell you the truth," she said as she looks at Sherlock. "Especially you, Sherlock. You were affected by your father's death badly that I have to pay extra special attention to you until you were over him," she said sadly.
"How old would she be now?" John asked.
"She would have been forty-four," Violet said with a small smile, "my only daughter," she adds.
"How did she die?" Sherlock asked.
"Car accident," Violet replies as she left the room momentarily and came back with a folder of old newspapers. "It was a hit-and-run accident; the driver was drunk and hit the car of Siger and Lilly in it. When Lilly was in the hospital, the nurses and doctors tries to save her, but it was already too late. Her injuries were too severe than Siger's. The tragic accident made headline news, the police tries to find the driver but the driver was nowhere to be found," Violet explains angrily.
"Where is she buried?" John asks softly.
"All Saints Church in Minstead," Violet replies.
"Why there?" Mycroft asks as he looks up from the newspaper.
"Right before her death, we traveled there to visit the place. That was her last travel until the tragedy," Violet explains.
"Is Lily's room the locked room that I saw in the East Wing of the house?" John asks.
Sherlock looked at him, "Mycroft and I never went inside that room. Is it really her room? I asked you a million times before about it," he said.
Violet nods as she took out the key from her pocket, "The room might be dusty as we left everything where it is. You can go inside there if you want to get to know your sister a bit better," she said as she gave the key to Mycroft.
The three men stood up, "Are you alright, mummy?" Sherlock asked.
Violet nods, "It's just a relief to finally tell you about your older sister," she replies and three men hugs her in comfort.
"Are you ready, little brother?" Mycroft asked as he, Sherlock and John were standing in front of the locked room.
Sherlock was about to say something until they heard a giggle. "Did you hear that?" He asked as the three looked at one another.
"It must have been our imagination," John replies with a shrug, but there was a giggle again that came from their left and all three men looked.
Sherlock's eyes widened as he was looking at a silhouette of a ghost. "M...Mycroft, do you see what I see?" He asked nervously.
"Impossible," Mycroft says shaking his head, "ghosts don't exist!"
"That looks like the girl that was in the album!" John exclaims.
"Lillian Holmes?" Sherlock stammers out.
The silhouette of the ghost girl nods, she was smiling. "It's nice to finally meet you, brothers! I've been trying to get your attention since you were young," she says.
"You were?" Mycroft asked as he couldn't believe that he was talking to a ghost.
The silhouette of the ghost girl pointed at Sherlock, "He should know," she said.
Sherlock was about to say something but he blinked and he looked at the spot where the ghost girl was, but saw that it was empty. "Did we just...?"
"No, don't believe it," Mycroft replies shaking his head, "I work for the government, for Christ sake! Ghosts aren't real!"
"Sherlock, what did she mean that you know?" John asked gulping.
"I...I don't even know myself right now," Sherlock says.
"Greg won't believe me if I tell him this," Mycroft mutters as he looks at Sherlock and John, "are you two ready to go inside?" He asked.
"Ready as will ever be," John replies and Mycroft unlocks the door.
TBC...
me: I am writing another Sherlock story called "Rising Stars." There will be 1 more chapter after this one!
Sherlock: Short story then?
me: Yup! Hopefully this is good. Congrats to Martin Freeman who gotten best actor in the empire award.
John: Do you see the button below? Please review!