Hello!

So I finished my Xbox game, The Testament Of Sherlock Holmes, and the ending left me with so many things, that I had to write being said, this first chapter is heavily based off of the ending in that game. If you want to see the real ending, I suggest you look it up on YouTube :)

Well, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any of its characters! I own no one but my OC, Sofia.

"As he walked off into the night, carrying that little girl, I confess that I had never seen him so moved. He finally realized, thanks to this child, the simple happiness that life could bring, and also something that had always previously escaped him: Love." -The Testament Of Sherlock Holmes

-Chapter One-

Fun At The Fun-Fair

"We have managed to blow up the Warehouse, and Moriarty with it! It is finally over!"

Unlike his best friend and colleague, Dr. John H. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes was still uneasy about everything.

"But the man who had hired Moriarty..." He trailed off into thought.

"Who could be so powerful...?" Watson asked, equally as curious.

After about two seconds of thinking it over, Holmes stepped off of the cable cart and started walking towards the fun-fair.

"Come on, Watson. We must get back to the Haunted House."

As they jogged through the fun-fair, and got closer and closer to the Haunted House, both Holmes and Watson had doubts and wondered about what was to come. But neither of them voiced their worries aloud.

They finally ran into the Haunted House, and were greeted by an eerie silence.

"Perhaps we were too late?" Watson asked.

"Mm. Perhaps not..." Holmes murmured, approaching a door on the left side of the room. Right when he was about to open the door, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Stand back, away from that door!" Professor James Moriarty threatened.

Holmes put his hands in the air. "Or what?" He heard the safety click back on a gun.

"Or I'll shoot Dr. Watson!"

Holmes turned around, to find a battered and bleeding Moriarty, holding a gun to a surprisingly calm Watson's head.

"Hmm. It seems that you have survived the explosion." Holmes said, with his usual air of calmness, and mask of no emotion. Watson gave him a glance that only Holmes would understand, saying whatever it takes to get us out. After all, they had been friends for over three years now, which enabled Holmes to observe his friend's body language.

Moriarty coughed. "That I did, I'm alive, but I'm not too sure that I could say the same for you two after this!"

Holmes pulled out his own revolver and pointed it at Moriarty.

"If you shoot Doctor Watson, I shoot you, then I can stop your whole organization." Holmes paused to let that information sink into Moriarty's brain. "But, if you leave Watson out of this, you could have a chance to kill me, and get rid of the bigger threat. After all, I am much smarter than him. He is a bumbling fool, and too unintelligent to stop you."

A flash of hurt crossed Watson's face, and Holmes sent him a quick apologetic glance.

Moriarty glared at them, then released Watson, who backed away slowly. Moriarty laughed at that.

"Ha! Look at that! In your dying hour, your friend and colleague abandons you!"

Holmes blinked and clicked back the safety on the revolver, which made Moriarty laugh even harder.

"It is quite pitiful." He said, coughing a little after. "Say your prayers, Sherlock Holmes."

Right when he was about squeeze the trigger, there was a shot coming from behind him, and a bullet tore through his torso. His gun went off, and the bullet grazed Holmes' right shoulder, causing him to hiss and grab his arm.

"Are you alright?" Watson asked, with concern.

"Yes, I'm fine." Holmes replied sharply. He walked up to Moriarty, who was on the ground, struggling to breathe. He finally took his last breath, and died.

Holmes and Watson looked at each other. A pair Grey eyes filled with curiosity, and a pair of Deep Blue eyes filled with relief, and almost shock.

"Let us see what is in this room." Holmes suggested.

"Must we?" Watson asked, in playful mock annoyance.

But Holmes was already making his way to the door. He opened it slowly, preparing himself for loads of criminal information and possibly even something to help his career-

But no.

Nothing could prepare him for this.

Instead of stockpiles of information, a little girl with wavy brown hair was asleep on a small cot in the corner of the room. She looked extremely malnourished, and was clutching an old, dirty stuffed bear.

Holmes and Watson stood in shock. Holmes a little more than Watson. He had never been in a situation like this before. But, he seemed to slowly gravitate towards her. He suddenly found himself picking her up (despite his slightly injured shoulder) and slowly carrying her out of the room, with an astonished Watson close by.

As they walked out of the fun-fair, Holmes kept looking down at the girl in his arms. She looked about ten years of age. He couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor girl. Who knew how long she had been locked in that room.

He was aware that Watson was trailing behind him, staring at him in surprise. He knew that his friend hadn't ever seen him this moved at anytime in their years of partnership.

When they got to the main road, Watson hailed a cab.

"What do you suppose her name is?" He asked, quietly.

Holmes continued to study the child. "I have no clue."

When the cab pulled up, Holmes got in first, then Watson. "Baker Street. 221B" He said.

When Watson shut the door, and looked at his friend, he couldn't help but chuckle.

The man was attempting to make the ride a bit more comfortable for the girl, and he was having a great struggle with it too.

Finally, after giving Watson the coldest glare he could, he sat at an angle, with the girl's head on his shoulder.

Suddenly, she stirred, giving Holmes a fright.

"Are you taking me away?" She asked in a small, innocent voice.

Holmes looked down at her. She had peculiar, big green eyes with gold flecks. He looked at Watson for help, but his friend just nodded his head.

"Yes..." He replied softly.

"Good. Thank you."

She snuggled closer to him, placed her stuffed bear on her lap, and closed her eyes.

"You're...very welcome."

And for the rest of the ride to Baker Street, they stayed like that, while John Watson thought about the day's events.

Brain without a heart. He nearly chuckled. Yeah, right.

So...What did you lovely wonderful extravagant people think?

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I believe that's the correct term...i'm kind of new here xD