A.N: alright so this is a collaboration 2swords2, this maybe a bit OOC till I figure out how I am going to write the characters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the non-cannon characters.
Warning: may contain strong language, triggers and other such strong subjects.
Easter Egg: each chapter will contain a quote that can be seen as an Easter Egg, I do not own these things but to say what I do not own them in the disclaimer would give them away.
O.C. Submission: 2swords2 and I are holding an O.C. Contest, for later on in the story. People wishing to submit an O.C. should send me a PM containing a bio, and summary of character traits.
Also please forgive my spelling English is not my first language, reviews with pointers are greatly appreciated, anything that would help me make this better is greatly appreciated.
Wednesday 7:00pm September 5, 2012
Rosalyn Holmes walked slowly, from Westminster University to 221B Baker Street. Her father was away on business, so here she was walking in the pouring rain, suitcase in hand on her way to her Uncle Sherlock's flat. Her father was essentially the head of the British government, and due to the blackmail from a woman, her father decided she needed to be at home. Instead of spending her holiday at school, she would spend it in a cramped flat, dodging questions and deductions about her free time from her Uncle Sherlock Holmes. She turned on to the street walking a few blocks and let herself in, pulling the key from the box hidden in a small chamber by the door.
"Rosalyn? It that you?" Mrs. Hudson said walking up to the girl in the doorway. She took Rosalyn's bag from her hand as Rosalyn took off her coat and scarf, hanging them in closet by the door.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson. Is my Uncle Sherlock upstairs?"
"Yes dear I believe he is." Rosalyn picked up her bag and headed up the stairs turning in to the first bedroom, and found that it was occupied by John Watson. She quietly slipped out and placed her things in the second bedroom, the old maid quarters of the house. She ran her hand through her shoulder length curls and walked into the living area. She smiled.
"Uncle William?" She called out using Sherlock's given name.
"What? -Sherlock emerged from the kitchen- Rosalyn! When did you get here?"
"Just arrived."
"Well look at you! You have certainly grown older."
"Yes, children tend to do that. Surely you understand that."
"Of course I do and how many times do I have to tell you Rosie not to call me Sherly."
"But I did..." She trailed off knowing it was useless to argue with the great Sherlock Holmes. As Sherlock turned to the kitchen his phone made an audible moan.
"What was that?" Rosalyn said flaring her nostrils in disgust.
"My phone, a text from a friend."
"Sounds like more then a friend if you ask me."
"It is not, I mean really Rosie you're one to judge, you have horrible taste in women and men. You recently broke up with boyfriend number 4, and your last girlfriend abused you to the point that you have started doing that again." He said, gesturing to her cloth covered arm.
"Sometimes Uncle William, you don't know when to stop."
"Simply observing, Rosie."
"Well I'm going out tonight.I will be back, I'll pick up Regan after I am done."
"Oh, Regan is coming, too."
"Yes, father thinks it is best if she comes."
"Judging by the tone in your voice, you were hoping to be alone, with me this time."
"Of course I was, you're the only one that cares. She is father's favorite after all. I remind him too much of my mother." She blinked her wide silver ringed eyes, a warning sign of Arcus senilis, a sign of high cholesterol in the blood, but sherlock suspected that it was from the use of eye drops containing small traces of silver for her dry eyes.
"He cares about you. It's just, Regan is the more normal one. In his eyes, I personally think you are about a normal as one can get."
"Normalcy is illogical."
"Exactly."
"I'm leaving, I'll be back no later than midnight." Rosalyn said not expecting Sherlock to ask where she was going unlike her father. She walked back up to her room, changing into a pair of dark wash jeans and a thin purple jumper. A pair of combat boots and a leather jacket where the final touches to her ensemble. She picked up her phone and the extra set of keys by the door she slipped out.
Wednesday 9:00pm September 5, 2012
She walked along the darkening streets toward a small nightclub, one not frequently visited by people not native to London. Slipping inside she took her usual seat at the bar. A woman in a white dress and black coat sat next to her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" The words slipped out of Rosalyn's mouth before she could stop herself. She took in the appearance of the woman, who had the same color eyes as her mother, but that's where the similarities stop. Her make up was impeccable and her clothes were obviously expensive. But that was all she could figure out. The small calluses on her hands made her think of someone who handled a whip frequently. Judging by her build and the way she dressed it was obvious she was a dominatrix.
"That would actually be lovely. I'm Irene. Can I have your name, beautiful?"
"Rosalyn. But I prefer Rose."
"How about Rosie?"
"You can call me whatever you like."
"I like it when pretty girls give me control."
"So what's your poison?" Rosie said taking a sip of her Gin and tonic.
"You."
Rosalyn looked slightly surprised but answered. "I guess we have the same appetites then."
"Let's go back to your place then."
"Umm, that won't work, I have relatives there. Will your place be okay, or should we go to a hotel?"
"No, my place will be fine." They walked out of the night club. Irene hailed a cab, wrapping her arms around Rosie's petite 5 foot frame. She held her fast, shoving her tongue down Rose's throat, pushing her into the cab.
Wednesday 9:00pm September 5,2012
Regan had arrived at 221B, setting her bag down. She settled into her room, she had not bothered to wait for her twin sister Rose to pick her up. Regan knew that Rose would not be back until early next morning.
"Rose, back so early. I would have thought you would be kneeling before some MILF with a dominant streak."
"Uncle Sherlock. I'm Regan!" Regan's voice was almost a whine.
"Sorry, dear. I expected Rosie to bring you home."
"Well considering she went to the Ragdoll, and I'd rather not be picked up at 2am by a drunk look-a-like who smells like another woman."
Thursday 7:34am September 6, 2012
Rose woke up in a tangle of cream silk sheets and limbs. Her long fingers were tangled in her bedmates hair.
"You're awake."
"What time is it?"
"Almost 8. My assistant is making breakfast, you need to eat. You had a rough night last night."
"Ow. Did I get hit by a bus?"
"No, you're just not used to what we did."
"I doubt I ever will, bloody hell, you make everyone I ever made love to look like a cock up in bed."
"Well I'd be glad to do it again...tomorrow?"
"Mmm...That would be lovely. Or we could do it again now?"
"I can't, I have a client, and you need to get dressed and eat, before I am tempted to eat you."
"Is that a threat?"
"No, a warning. I had Kate, my assistant, set out some new clothes for you. You can keep the other ones here. You'll need them." Rosalyn slipped out of bed and into the clothes Irene had set out. They covered the bruises, even though Rose would be happy to show them off. Irene followed helping her lover bathe and get dressed.
"I like dressing you up. Many of my clients don't let me take the role of picking out their clothes."
"You can dress me any way you like, I don't like picking out clothes."
"I don't mind—Irene stopped as Rose's phone buzzed—Who's Regan?"
"My sister. I should be getting back. It is really odd though. I never seem to sleep the night through in a stranger's house..."
"I may have drugged you...You woke up screaming in the middle of the night." Irene brushed the cuts on Rose's arm. "I'll never hurt you like they did, I believe in pain and pleasure combined and with you, it is all pleasure." She leaned in and kissed Rose softly.
"Thank you." Rose whispered against her mouth, almost in shock that she had opened up to this woman so fast. Irene was like a drug that she had never experienced before, a small dose and you were addicted. Rosalyn rose from her seat still kissing Irene. "I have to go. May I have your number?"
"It's already there. I think you'll like my text alert."
"What is it?" Rose asked before she stepped into the cab.
"You'll see..." And with that Rose left.
Thursday 11:34am September 6, 2012
Rose entered 221B and prepared herself for the Spanish Inquisition to come.
"Rosie! Where have you been it is almost noon, John was about to call the police." Regan asked inspecting Rose's clothes. It was odd Rose didn't even own a dress much less one, that was baby blue.
"Thanks for the hello, Rae." Rose rolled her eyes, huffing.
Regan gave her a disinterested and a slightly annoyed look back.
"I was out. Regan, really, you can't rush great sex."
"What are you wearing?"
"Clothes. Irene picked them out..."
"Irene? Irene Adler?"
"Yeah, what about her?"
"She is the one blackmailing Dad."
"Oh, and Jimmy isn't?"
"How do you know about Jimmy?" Regan's eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in anger.
"I guessed, considering that you have texting someone named Jim and it's the same number that has been texting Uncle Sherlock."
"Dad would flip if he found out."
"Exactly, don't you dare ruin my happiness again! I don't want a repeat of..."
"Why do you hate me so much?!"
"You don't know?!"
"No, I don't!"
"Figure it out. What was the one thing that Father saved you from that I have had to live with for my whole life?"
