My schedule outside of work was pretty routine. Everyday, after I got home, as I waited for my dinner to arrive, I would open up my laptop, boot up Google, and when it was loaded, type in the name of a person I wanted to be sure was safe, and alright. Everyday, I googled Sherlock Holmes. And today was no different.
"Yeah, Jemma, I'm just taking some time off to go check in on my family." I told my best friend over the phone. "You could come with me. My offer still stands."
"No, you know I've still got a report due. Maybe I can fly out to London after Christmas to see you." She replied.
"Oh come on, the report isn't due until the end of January, I don't see why you're so keen to have it finished." I told her as I set the phone on speaker and set it down next to my computer. I typed in Sherlock Holmes and hit the enter button. It took a minute for the data to load.
"Because the sooner I get it in, the sooner I have time just to my science." She retorted and I rolled my eyes at her. Of course.
"I just rolled my eyes at you, since you can't see me." I stood and walked away from the computer, phone in my hand and walked to my bedroom where my suitcase was all loaded up and my garment bag had a few of my nicer dresses inside, were both on my bed.
Jemma laughed at me through the phone. "I'll just meet you there after Christmas, you can tell me all about how it goes."
"Fine," There was a knock knock knock at the door and I smiled. "Okay, gotta go, my dinner's here."
"Alright, bye Cor." Jemma said and hung up. I walked to the door, grabbed my pizza from the delivery boy and paid him, then went back to my computer where the results had already loaded. I scrolled through them, making sure that nothing had happened to him. Even though I knew nothing would come up about the elder Mister Holmes, I searched through for his name as well.
Once I was satisfied that nothing had happened to either of them, I closed down the tab and closed my laptop, leaning back and flicking on my television. I ate my pizza while I watched old reruns of Bones and Criminal Minds, while I thought about what was to come, and the pain and grief I'd caused those who I wished to not do any more. It'd been many years, and doing them pain the entire time. I wanted that to stop.
Soon, I ended up starting to doze off as they opened up human remains on the screen. I thought about what I was going to do when I got to London tomorrow, or the day after. It would be Christmas in three days and that's when I would finally stop looking up Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes and finally go and see them.
I would finally go see my brothers, because I, am Corwin Holmes.
JFK Airport was packed that morning, as I navigated through the throngs of people with my carry on bag towards my gate. I stepped onto the conveyer to avoid the more pushy people, and let out a heavy breath. It was busy, as always. I didn't want to miss my plane. When I stepped off, I hurried along with everyone else, checking gate numbers as I went. I turned my head to the correct gate and moved towards it, I hit something and stumbled backwards.
"Apologies, ma'am," Said a man's voice with something familiar in his voice, an accent similar to my own. I looked up to a handsome man with dark hair and green eyes.
"No, it, uh, I wasn't looking where I was going," I explained. "You're English?"
"You are as well, I take it?" He responded.
"Yes, I didn't expect to see an Englishman on this plane, just tourists." I replied, looking towards the gate.
"How'd you know I was on this plane? I could be on another." He questioned and I looked down and back up at him.
"It's a, uh, family thing. Keen observation skills." I told him and he smiled.
"Well, care to get a coffee with me. It might be terrible, but, it's something to do." He offered.
"The coffee, or the company?" I asked, feeling cheeky.
He laughed, "The coffee. I'm not that bad."
"I don't even know your name," I commented. "And you don't know mine."
"Sebastian." He held out a hand.
"Corwin." I shook his outstretched hand.