Hello readers! This story comes from the movie Penelope (2008) if you haven't seen it you should! It's a cute movie. This is obviously an AU so not all the original characters know each other nor do they hold the same positions as they do in the series, but most of them do.

If you recognize the characters I don't own them.

Feel free to review! Reviews are my motivation! Hopefully it helps me continue this story! (And all the others I'm currently writing)

I do hope you enjoy the story, I hope it isn't too weird.

Generations ago a Mister Thomas Hooper got himself in a bit of trouble, money problems to be exact. He owed a man by the name of Charles Blackwood a lot of money and he couldn't pay it off. Although, Thomas Hooper was a hard-working man who just happened to have a gambling problem, then something in his brain told him it would be a wonderful idea to woo over Charles Blackwood's daughter Janet and marry her. There was no way he could get harmed if he was Charles' son in law, the plan was brilliant.

Janet Blackwood wasn't one of the prettiest women in town; in fact she wasn't even tolerable. Thomas had a hard trouble falling in love with her when he didn't find her appealing, Janet on the other hand was smitten, he was the only man in town who ever paid her any attention and she was in love. Over the course of time they eventually became engaged, on the day of their wedding Thomas failed to show up, the idea of being forever bound to Janet was just too much to bare. In distraught, Janet Blackwood took her own life, and this upset Charles Blackwood. He hired a witch to place a curse on his family giving all the female Hooper's the features of a pig, to show everyone just how much of a filthy pig Thomas Hooper was, then he would know the feeling of having to see his daughters suffer. The curse wouldn't break off with true love's kiss, but if true love isn't mutual she will suffer the same consequences that poor Janet surmised to. Death, the Hooper girl will die upon laying her lips to a person who does not love her. Charles didn't believe in curses and proceeded with his life, getting married and having only sons. For generations to come the Hooper's all had boys, until Henry Hooper.

This is where Molly Hooper's story begins, all her life she's lived behind closed doors unable to leave for fear of embarrassing her family. Luckily for her, she rarely went bored, her family was wealthy since her father worked with the government, they built her own dream paradise inside their home, and there she became fascinated with learning, mostly science and medicine! If she ever got out she dreamed of becoming a Doctor someday. At the age of eighteen her mother hired a Miss Irene Adler, a very well known matchmaker to help her find suitors and potential true love. Everything went fine at first; some men would stick to the end getting to know her only behind a two-way mirror, once Molly thought they could bare the look of her she would reveal herself. Most of the times, the men would simply pass out and some would run. After they were caught they were sworn to secrecy, and that's how it's been for the last five years.

"Mum, I'm tired of all this... It's fine if I don't find anyone." she muttered.

"Molly, dear... I want you to be happ—"

"Then let me live my life!" she squeaked.

Maggie Hooper looked at her daughter sitting on the indoor swing they had built her years ago, Molly slowly swung back and forth, in the background she could hear the tapping of Irene on her mobile.

"Molly... You know I love you, but your condition... It's just... people aren't used to seeing girls with..."

"Don't be afraid to say it, mother. I have a snout! Don't call it a 'condition' it's the way I am... I don't care what people think." she said irritably.

She looked over at her mother before turning over to Irene and letting out a sigh, "Do we have any more...suitors?"

"As a matter of fact we have one left." She said in a chipper tone.

"What's his name?" she asked curiously.

"Sebastian Moran."

Henry Hooper listened to the footsteps coming from the room above; he let out a sigh as he thought about his daughter. His poor Molly, such a good girl, she didn't deserve any of this. He blamed his great-great-great-great- grandfather for that. All Henry wanted was to keep his daughter happy, but he also couldn't bare to see her get hurt, she was so innocent and fragile. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he began to sort out through his letters until he stopped at a nice parchment envelope, his name was written neatly on it. Henry's curiosity peaked and grabbed his letter opener to see what it said. Clear as day three neatly letters were written on the creamy parchment,

I.O.U

Henry's heart began to beat, it wasn't possible, he couldn't be back... Grabbing his coat he flung it over his shoulders and stuffed the parchment in his pocket. With that he grabbed his mobile and dialed a number.

"Ah, Henry, what do I owe this call?" said the voice from the other end.

"Mycroft, I need your help. I think there's someone after me and my family."

"Tell me."

Henry retold the story about finding the letter and its contents, the other end stayed silent and Henry almost feared that Mycroft hung up.

"So you think they're after her?"

"Possibly, they could use her as... leverage." Henry swallowed a lump at the thought of anyone getting his hands on his daughter and harming her, possibly even killing her for his stupid mistakes. He finally licked his dry lips,

"So will you help me?" he asked.

"I think there's someone who might be able to help, go to two-hundred and twenty-one B Baker street. I'm sure he'll assist you if you tell him your story, don't forget to mention your daughter."

And with that the line went dead, Henry frowned lightly and stuffed his mobile in his pocket, he headed out and slipped into the awaiting car, he gave the driver the address and off they went to Baker Street.

Henry waited patiently at the black colored door, an older woman opened the door and smiled,

"Hello there. Can I help you?"

Henry nodded and fidgeted slightly, "I uh... Yes. Mycroft sent me to—"

"Oh you must be here for Sherlock. He's upstairs."

Henry nodded his thanks as the woman let him in, he watched her enter her flat before heading up the stairs.

"Bored!" he heard a voice yell, followed by a series of gun shots. Henry stepped back hesitantly before hearing another voice.

"Bloody hell, Sherlock! What did I tell you about shooting the wall!?"

"I'm bored, John!" roared the man back.

Henry walked over to the door and knocked, "See! That's probably Mrs. Hudson coming to complain about the noise."

"That's not , John. Don't be stupid."

The door opened to show a small sandy-haired man, his face was turned into a scowl before looking up at Henry and smiling, "Oh hello... I'm sorry who are you?"

Henry looked over his shoulder examining the interior of the flat, he spotted a taller dark haired man pacing around.

"Yes... I was sent by Mycroft I ne—"

"Get out!" said the dark-haired man.

"Sherlock! Don't be rude." retorted John.

"I don't care, John. Anyone sent by Mycroft is not welcomed here."

John let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes, "What if it's important... This one can be interesting come on just give him a chance."

"Fine, you've got five minutes."

xXx

Henry told Sherlock and John the story about the letter and how he feared for his family's life, Sherlock snatched the letter from his hands and began examining it.

"Dull." he sighed, his blue (green?) eyes looked at Henry suddenly, "You're withholding something from us. Tell me."

"How di—"

"Tell me or I won't accept this case."

Henry fidgeted with his hands, "You're nervous." observed Sherlock, "This must be interesting then."

He sat across from him and watched him, Henry licked his lips nervously before speaking, "M-My daughter isn't...normal." he looked at him before he continued; "There's a possibility that whoever is after me could get a hold of her and... use her."

A grin spread across Sherlock's lips, "You know who this person is don't you?"

Henry nodded and looked at the pair, "Moriarty. His name is Jim Moriarty."