Sherlock fanfic. Ok, I really wanted to write this because Sherlock has recently become my new obsession, and I was wondering about his family. I mean, he's got Mycroft, obviously, but he never mentions anyone else (aside from that 'Mummy' remark at the end of A Study In Pink) so it was something I wanted to explore a bit more. I do not own Sherlock (sniff sniff) or any of the characters except Raina. :)

- Chapter 1

"Oh, Jesus Christ, Sherlock!"

Sherlock looked up from his paper to find John holding a large plastic bag with a bundle of what looked like human innards inside.

"What the hell were these doing in the bloody bath?"

Sherlock thought for just under half a second, then said cheerily,

"They're sausages. For dinner tomorrow? They were defrosting."

"O-Oh. Er. Sorry."

Sherlock nodded.

They sat there for a bit, not really talking, just – sitting. Then-

"You look tired, John. Fancy a coffee?"

The doctor nodded wearily.

"Well, then, you'd better nip down to the shops pronto as there doesn't seem to be any milk about that isn't starting to fester."

John heaved himself up, knowing protest would be pointless.

"Anything else?"

"No, thanks. Although if we want to eat tonight, you might want to get some food."

Sighing, John left the room.

At last! Sherlock sat up straight. He needed to get back to his experiment, which John had kindly removed from the delicately set temperature of the bath. However, now he'd told John the entrails were sausages, he'd have to get some real sausages at some point. Bugger.

- Later.

John lugged the bags upstairs. Would it really kill Sherlock to actually get off his arse for once and do the shopping? True, he'd probably buy a load of crap, but at least he'd have done something. Pushing open the door, he said,

"Listen, I am not doing the shopping next time. You can. I am sick and tired of – "

That was when he stopped. Because someone else was in the flat with Sherlock.

He tensed for a second, expecting one of Sherlock's many enemies to be sat in his chair, but then they looked round and he relaxed. It was only a teenage girl, maybe fifteen years old? She looked perfectly harmless, and as she smiled at him Sherlock rolled his eyes. So clearly she wasn't a threat.

Hang on a second.

What the hell was a random teenage girl doing in the flat?

"Er, hello?"

"Hi," she smiled, extending a hand for him to shake. He took it, looking at Sherlock quizzically.

"I'm Raina Brookes. I just popped in to see Sherlock."

"Oh. And – erm – how do you know him?"

"Oh, I don't," she smiled.

John looked at Sherlock desperately. He hated situations like this.

"John, Raina here turned up simply because Lestrade told her she might be interested in meeting me. I can assure you she has no plans to harm us."

Raina stood up, and walked over to John.

"Here, let me help."

John realised that he was still holding the shopping, and after some difficulty, managed to hand Raina two bags. They walked into the kitchen and deposited them onto the already laden table, then went back into the living room.

Sherlock smiled smugly.

"Honestly John, you didn't need to get that much food. I only meant for tonight."

"Well, why couldn't we have had your sausages?"

Sherlock grinned again.

"I suppose you could try eating them, but somehow I don't think you'll enjoy them."

"Why - no, I don't want to know."

John slumped down into his chair and sighed.

Nobody spoke.

"Well, this is awkward!" said Sherlock, beaming. "Raina and I were having a great chat before you came in, John. Finally, I meet someone who isn't completely stupid!"

John looked up. Oh, God, no, he thought. Please, please say she isn't like – like you!

"She's almost, almost, but not quite, as good as I was at fifteen!"

"He's not being offensive," whispered John, "He just says what he thinks without thinking, if you get my drift."

"Oh, don't worry about it," said Raina, smiling. "I'm exactly the same."

"Quite the little genius." Sherlock put the tips of his fingers together and laughed. "Go on."

"What?" asked Raina and John at the same time.

"I'll rephrase. Raina, go on."

She smiled. "OK."

Turning to John, she looked at him carefully. Then-

"You're a doctor."

"Oh, God. Not you too!"

She nodded. "How can you not see things like that?"

Sherlock nodded eagerly. "Exactly. See, John? I'm not the only bloody one!"

John looked at Raina.

"OK. How could you tell?"

"You studied a patient with heart problems today. There is a faint mark on your left ear where the stethoscope was. And no man has nails that clean without being forced for some reason. Also, you have an unwanted prescription in your pocket, probably an accidental printout."

"How did you know that wasn't my prescription?"

"Screwed up and slightly torn? I doubt it."

John looked at them both, then said, "I give up."

"Guess the best part?" Sherlock asked. "Raina is staying over!"

"What? Why?"

"Apparently she's related to Mrs Hudson. No room downstairs, so I said she could kip on the sofa."

Well, thought John. This was going to be fun. A night locked up with a pair of genii? What could possibly go wrong?

Hop it was OK! Please review if you liked, but no flames please! Love you all,

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