Sherlock Holmes is dead.
Well, that's what everyone thinks.
As John Watson walked away from Sherlock's grave, tears in his eyes, a mysterious hooded figure passed him and walked to the grave. Watson was too distracted to even notice as the figure passed. The figure steps up to the fresh grave site, puts flowers at the foot of the grave and kneels in front of it for a second, before standing up and removing the hood. A bundle of soft brown curls fall out framing a slender face with intense, light, almost yellow green eyes. She looks at the grave, then looks around it smiling to herself.
"You must be wondering why there's a strange girl, who you've never seen before, at your grave sight. The best thing to do here, I think, is to tell you a story.
"Once upon a time there was a girl named Amber Nathan, who fell for a young boy named William Holmes. William knew Amber had to go to Germany for a secretary job, so he used her for clearance, and even though he was much younger than the girl she thought he was planning on going with her, until she found out that their whole relationship was a lie, and that he was just using her.
"Though, that was long after the drunken mistake he made which resulted in her losing her job, and raising a baby on the streets of Germany, then catching a cargo lift to america, staying there 3 years, and finally making it back to London where she was almost immediately murdered for some easy cash. Leaving a ten year old genius on the streets.
"So, really, I should be here to dance on your grave and throw a party to celebrate the man who accidentally brought me into the world he ruined for me, but I've realized something over the last 6 years. Why should you have cared how my mother felt being used like that; it's not like it was you getting used. It's not like she even really mattered, not to you. She was just a pawn in the big scheme of things, and people are expendable. We are the only ones that matter. What are normal people except for objects for our use? But that's not exactly the reason I'm here. I need to get out of the country, and I only have about three hours to do it, so you can come out from behind that tree now."
Sherlock who was in fact hiding behind the tree closest to the grave thought to himself.
Oh no it's not possible; there's no way this could be my child, I'm fairly certain I never …. Well there was that one time with ... Amber, but it's almost impossible, and it didn't even really count. Okay think if this is true and not some dramatic scheme, then I have to help her. Because of me, she is a criminal, and I guess that means I have to stop her, but if she is of my own blood, maybe I don't have to. I mean, if I'd committed a crime no one would ever catch me, so how did she get caught... Good policemen? No, she got sloppy, she was slow she was …. intoxicated. An alcoholic at 16, and not to mention the sex addiction; wow daddy issues is right. Now, if I get her out of the country she will just continue her crime spree, but if I don't she'll go back to jail, and escape again within the next 24 hours, come after me and blow my cover, so I really don't have much of a choice. If she has three hours, then I can show her why she has to help people; no that would be too hard, take too long. She's been helpless and no one has helped her before; if she sees other people helping she will just assume everyone else is worth helping and instead of robberies, she'll go to murder. What if I helped her and then other people help her? She wants out of the country; she'll get out of the country but I'll take her somewhere to help her. Okay that's it I'll take her to India for a rebirth as a better, non-murderous person.
He stepped out from behind the tree and was about to say some of what he just thought when she burst into a fit of laughter.