Sam was always a strange guardian angel. She was extremely quiet and shy unless someone introduced you to her. Once she was comfortable around you though, you couldn't shut her up. This is why she kept to herself. She was always a loner, snappish, rude unless you were kind and silly. She always had one of those kinds of people around. She was a tomboy, but kept a girl around. She was twelve years old, a form she had taken willingly.
She had been asked to be Irene Adler's guardian angel, but God soon realized she didn't need one. So, Sam went back to reading on the benches at school, watching the other children play on occasion. Until Sherlock Holmes had been born. Sam had watched the Earth, looking for one that would need her. One day, she saw him. She watched him for a week. Then, God found out about his adventures. God immediately went on a search for guardians to watch over Sherlock.
Sam went directly to God and asked him if she could be Sherlock's angel. God let her be it with no further discussion. She went home that day giddy with excitement. She didn't need to sleep, even if she did she couldn't. She read all night.
She walked out of her room and down the hall. She went outside and met up with her. She was another twelve year old named Jessa. She had black hair that contrasted her white wings. They said their good-byes and Sam walked off to find her human.
