"But Sherlock there true I tell you true!" A girl said following Sherlock.
"There not Sydney. There simple fairy-tales. A Time Traveling Alien in a blue box? Please." Sherlock said to the girl-Now named Sydney.
"Will you two stop fighting?" John asked, rather annoyed. Sherlock and Sydney stopped and turned.
"Not until he says that they are real." Sydney says.
"You don't grow up do you?" Sherlock said. Sydney was getting mad.
"You know what! I think I might tell Mother." She said. She waved a cab over, and got in it. They continued walking.
"You know, she may be your little sister, but that doesn't mean you have to push her around." John said. Yes, Sydney Holmes. She has long black hair that is curled at the ends, green eyes, pale skin, and sometimes wears glasses.
"I wouldn't if she would grow up."
"She's sixteen Sherlock. Sixteen years old." John said.
"She should have been grown up by now then. I don't see what's holding her back." He says.
At Momma Holmes house…
Sydney is sitting down reading what looks to be like an old book of stories.
"Are you sure you're alright Sid?" Momma Holmes asked Sydney. Sid is her nickname.
"Yeah I'm fine mum." She said, gazing up from her book.
"Alright." Momma Holmes said, and kissed her fore-head.
"Reading those stories again?"
"Yeah, there absolutely wonderful. Even though I'm Sixteen, I still think they are true." She said.
"Well, maybe if you believe hard enough they'll come true." Momma Holmes said. Sydney chuckled, and closed the book.
"Will do." She got a text.
221B Baker Street
SH
She ignored it. But got another.
Need to talk
SH
She sighed.
"What's wrong Sydney?" Momma Holmes asked.
"Nothing, Sherlock just wants to talk to me." Sydney said, getting her bag, she put the book in it.
"Bye mum!" She said out the door. She got into a cab.
"221B Baker Street." She said to the driver. When she got there she knocked on the door.
"Oh hello Sydney." It was Mrs. Hudson.
"Hi Mrs. Hudson." Sydney said stepping in. She walked upstairs and opened the door. She saw Sherlock sitting in his chair. There was silence, until she broke it.
"You wanted to speak to me?" Sydney asked.
"Yes." He said not looking at her. She sat down on another chair.
"Well what is it?" She asked.
"If you think I'm going to apologize I won't"
"I know." Sydney said.
"I wanted to ask if you would like to join me and John." He said.
"Join with what?" She asked.
"Investigations."
"What you mean like your Murder Mystery's?" Sydney asked.
"Yes." Sherlock replied. She almost screamed.
"I will do it! If you do-" She got interrupted by a sound.
"What's that?" She asked getting up and looking out the window. She saw a blue police box outside.
"No." She said. A man stepped out with a girl and a boy.
She turned around, and let him look outside.
"And what did you say about the stories?" She said, putting her hands on her hips, smiling.