A/N: Ok this is my first fanfic so don't blame me if it sucks :P I know this first chapter is short but i just wanted to get it started :)
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I'm flying towards the white light at great speeds, as if I have been transformed into some kind of bird. I reach the patch of light to find that it is a small girl in a red dress; she looks over her shoulder at me with an expression of sheer horror. I now see that she is clutching a small white doll close to her chest, nails digging into the peach dress so hard they are ripping the frilly fabric.
"What's your name?" I inquire trying to figure out what I am doing here. "Why isn't Watson here when I need him?" I mutter to myself quietly, "He's usually good at this sentimental stuff, he's the people person." The Little girl's face just retorts to further horror as I murmur to myself. "Umm, why are you here little girl?" Normally my dreams consist of talking to Bob who, to my surprise, Mrs. Hudson and Watson have a strong disliking to. Even to the extent of removing my skull from the mantle and reducing me to having conversations with Watson, how he can bore me with his ridiculously small intellect, although it is larger than the average humans, at times.
I study the girl trying to figure why she is in my dreams replacing my beloved Bob. That's when I notice it, the smallest blob of red on the little doll. "Can I see your, umm dolly?" I hold out my hand whilst bending to the floor, my long coat dusting the ground slightly. "She's very pretty." Not really, I muse to myself, she's the most hideously made thing I have ever seen, all out of proportion. The little girl grasps the doll closer to her red dress as if the slightest loss of grip and she would vanish into thin air. "Don't worry, I won't hurt her." I cautiously take a step, or should it be a shuffle as I am nearly crawling, towards the girl before she parts her mouth and a cringe worthy shriek passes her lips. "Okay, okay I'll stay right here. Just please be quiet!" I beg as I cradle my ears. The noise mutes but her eyes stare at me, obviously still feeling the urge to scream. "Thank you," I quietly articulate whilst rocking back onto my haunches. "So what's your name?" I question again, hoping this time for an answer.
"Emilie." She murmured barley loud enough for the human ear but plenty loud enough for me. "Emilie Sylvia" Her accent gave the impression of a home in Kensington but the tiny rips in her clothes showed signs that she had recently moved, moved to a rather 'dodgy' area as Watson would like to put it, perhaps hackney.
"And what is a little girl like you doing here?" I questioned sensing my time was running out, and quick.
"That you will have to find out Sherlock." Her mask of fear turned to a smirk as her voice deepened into one that mimicked Mycroft's and then she vanished completely.
"Damn, I hate it when that happens." I wondered how I could joke at a time like this. I had some thinking to do, and if Mycroft was involved I needed to do my thinking quick.
The white light began to fade, indicating that I was about to wake up and when I did, I needed to find out who this girl is and what she has to do with Mycroft and why.
