A/N: Hi guys! :) I was trying to figure out how to make a sequel to Meeting Sherlock. I was running through things that could possibly happen, then I started thinking, "What if they just adopt a kid? Or more than one kid?" And… this happened. I hope you guys enjoy it. :) Also, I'm sorry if it isn't as great as Meeting Sherlock and I'm sorry if I don't update as often. Enough said. On with the show! :)

Walking down the worn down halls, I thought of how this was going to surprise Sherlock, and how I was going to make a difference in two lives. I was, actually, sad because of the conditions that one of the lives was living in.

"So, you're here to adopt, eh?" A man, between the ages of 30 and 35, asked me.

"Yes, I would like to adopt that one," I pointed to a picture of young man, no more than seventeen years old. He had brown hair that came down to his eyebrows and grass green eyes.

"Oh, him? He won't leave unless his siblings come, too."

"Oh. How many are there?"

"All together, including him, four. Two boys and two girls. But boy, oh boy, they are very bright. His name is Hamish and he's the oldest and very protective over the other three."

"What do the other three look like?" I asked, before I knew it.

"Uh. Here," he said, after shuffling through other pictures of children.

The girls were polar opposites in appearance. They looked to be about the same age, but one had bright red eyes and white hair while the other had black hair and blue eyes. They looked to be about ten or twelve. The other boy was about seven years old and was an identical image of his older brother.

"What are their names?" I asked.

"The girl in the black hair's name is Twilight and the other's name is Snow or Winter, she'll respond to both. However, her name given to her at birth was Elizabeth. And his name is Terre."

"Terre?" I asked, in utter confusion. Why did someone name their kid Terre? But then again, they all had unique names.

"It means Earth."

"Why was he given a name that means Earth?"

"His hair, when he was born, was a brown that was exactly the same as the Earth's and his eyes were like blades of grass."

"Hey, David, Amelia needs help on-" a tenor voice came.

"Oh, alright. Hamish, I want you to meet someone. This is Molly Holmes and she would like to adopt you and the other three."

I turned around to find the young man in the picture right there in the flesh.

He scoffed, "Adopt us? How long will it last? A few hours, right?"

"Hamish!" David scolded.

"What? No one wants freaks for children," he brushed off.

"I bet I know someone who would love to meet a set of 'freaks'," I interjected.

Hamish looked at me challengingly, "Who?"

"My husband."

"And who is that? Sherlock Holmes? Oh! Wait! I know who it is! Mycroft!"

"I am married to Sherlock," I replied, calmly.

He looked at me in utter shock. "Please tell me that you're joking."

"Nope," I replied happily.

"I-I-" he stuttered, then left with slamming the door.

A/N: Okay… I don't know that much about orphanages, so if I got something wrong don't hate me and point it out to me. Also, if memory serves me correctly, Terre is actually 'Earth' in French. I was just trying to come up with a different name for the youngest boy and got that. :) I like adding a bit of foreign cultures or languages to my stories. Free virtual hugs for all of you! :D Please let me know what you thought of it!