As Dad and I walked into the TARDIS, I was hit by a wave of nostalgia. I couldn't fight it, and let it come on. I remembered the time I was six, and Grandad and Dad brought Mummy and I in the TARDIS to tell me what I was. Mum was there to calm me down, because God knows I needed it. They told me why I could never go to the hospital. Why I was so smart for my age. Why Grandad was so weird. Why Dad never fit in.

When it was my 18th birthday, we came in here again to celebrate my birthday. It was Dad's birthday as well, but the party was mostly for me, which is why Uncle Mycroft was there. Uncle John and Auntie Mary were there too to the whole family's delight.

When Uncle Mycroft left, Granddad still continued the party, probably glad his boring son was gone. He asked me where I wanted to go. It didn't take me long to say, "London, 1895, Christmas Ball!" I knew they threw elaborate balls back then, and I had always wanted to go there. Daddy and Uncle John stared at each other for a moment, having a conversation from just looks. Uncle John looked back at me.

" Really?Are you sure? 1895 balls were a bit... doesn't sound like you?" Auntie Mary touched his arm. "Oh, come on John," she said, " It'll be fun!" He looked at her, and for some reason, he looked sad, but he smiled. Dad wouldn't give up.

" But, that's back on our Timelines, and-"

" Oh, Sherlock! It's her birthday, sweetie!" Mum interjected.

" Quite right, Molly!" Granddad said, flipping a the main lever. " And, besides, we all know you boys are just scared to dance. Great choice, Violet, you know how much I love to dance!"

Dad and Uncle John tried to protest again, but the TARDIS had already made the beautiful VROM noise she always does, and we where thrown against the rails. Grandad and I laughed, Mummy and Auntie Mary giggled, and Daddy and Uncle John huffed.

When we landed, Grandad said," Well, what are you waiting for? You know where the closet is, go get changed, look for the Victorian stuff!" Dad and Uncle John begrudgingly went first, and I heard Dad mutter something along the lines of, " Worst birthday ever..." and Uncle John snorted.

The others all went ahead, but Granddad held me back. " Hang on a moment," he said as he went under the TARDIS console. When he came back, he had a beautiful blue and purple dress. It was long, and had puffy sleeves, and came with a black tiara and elbow gloves- a typical, yet beautiful Victorian party dress. I hugged him.

" How did you know? And... where and how did you get this?"

" Oh, you know me; I have my ways." he said, grinning. Which means he stole it. For once in my life, I actually didn't mind too much...

They came out one by one. Auntie Mary and Mummy came out first. They both had party dresses similar to mine, both with long gloves and purses and such. Auntie Mary's was dark blue and had lots of lace; Mummy's was a deep red, which suited her hair perfectly.

When Daddy and Uncle John came out, all girls laughed. They had matching suits(I guess Grandad wasn't very creative when it came to his Victorian disguises), with bowties and top hats.

To my delight, Dad looked exactly how he did in The Strand – he sleeked back his messy curls even(" We couldn't have hair like mine back then-now, whatever- I would get stones thrown at me!)

Each man's wife came over and told them that they looked hansom, and not to worry. Uncle John looked at Dad again and snorted. " Well, Holmes, guess this is like old times!"

" Let us hope we are not recognized, my dear Watson," Dad replied. We all laughed...

We danced like all around us. I was expecting my father and Uncle John to be bad at it, but to the mortification of those around us, they where the ones teaching their wives to dance.

I first danced with Granddad, who stepped on my slippers several times("Could never get the hold of human dancing in this time period! Too... slow...")

I danced with Dad, and we made deductions about people around us, a game we had been playing together for the past decade. He won of course.

Lastly, I danced with Uncle John, who told jokes about this time period. Then I asked, " Uncle John, why did you and Daddy not want to come here?" He paused, then smiled at me.

" 1895 ball- I went to one with Mary once. We didn't know which one the Doctor would take us to." I knew he meant the first Mary Morstan, his first wife- the distant cousin of this Mary Moristan, her name sake, actually.* Auntie Mary looked so much like her relative, and in clothes from this time... I hadn't given it a thought.

" Oh. Uncle John, I am so sorry! I hadn't thought-"

" Violet, it's okay! You couldn't 've known! But why did you want to come here?" he asked, spinning me.

" You're going to think it's cheesy..."

" Common. Can't be that bad- remember, I've lived with your father- when he does decide to be funny, he's either the most sarcastic jerk in the world- sorry, but it's true- oh, see, agree! Anyway, when he's not being a jerk, he is the king of cheese. Go on, tell, I won't tell the others."

" Okay. 1895 is the year you wrote up all my favorite cases you had with Dad."

He laughed. " See, I told you!" I said.

" No, it's not that! I'm just flattered! You're father let you read the old ones too?"

" Well... he doesn't know. Granddad got an original copy for me on my 15th."

He laughed. " Ginevra Holmes- Violet Verner, sorry- you are the coolest kid I have ever known."

Uncle John. This memory grounded the severity of the situation, and re-rooted the feelings I had for the wretch who took our family friend away from us. I snapped back into reality, and noticed both my grandfather and father staring at me.

" Violet, are you okay?" Granddad said.

" Fine, Granddad, fine, I'm always fine," I lied. They both eyed me weirdly, but said nothing. Granddad flipped the main the main switch.

He spoke as he ran around, pressing buttons. " Oh, Violet, for the rest of this case, and, your life, don't call me 'Granddad' in public- I look too young. Hold on!" he said, as the TARDIS plunged into the Vortex, and I fell against the rail.

From next to me, Daddy said, " Same with me. For this case, at least, call me 'Sherlock'. Don't give me that look, Violet, be practical! When I have no grey in, I look more like your brother. When I have grey in, you are still entitled to call me 'Dad'!"

I didn't mind calling Granddad 'the Doctor', but calling my dad 'Sherlock' was just... weird.

" But, Dad!" He raised an eyebrow. " Fine, Sherlock, we look too alike to be just brother and sister, and there's defiantly enough difference in our ages to be twins." It was true, and he knew it, he had to have! Minus my mother's nose and the height, I looked like the female incarnation of my father: the long, black curls, the pale skin, the skinny build, even the high cheekbones, for goodness' sake: all of it my father's.

He chuckled. " I have never said this in my long life, but, my dear, luckily enough, most idiots are not observant enough to notice." He was eye to eye with me. " Just ride with it, as our friend would say- I have seen you act before, you're almost as good as me... kind of..." he said. That was amazing comfort, coming from him. His eyes drifted to the screen.

" Doctor, I thought we where going to Raxacoricofallapatorius! It says we're going to Vinvoccarni!"

" You can read Circular Gallifreyan?" I asked, surprised.

" Of course, I am a child of Gallifrey!"

" Well, yeah, but why didn't you teach me?"

" Useless skill! Now, shut up!"

I scowled, but he didn't see.

" Of course we're going to Raxacoricofallapatorius, Sherlock, remember the clue?" the Doctor said.

" Yes, I remember the clue, obviously! Red planet with green people, Raxacoricofallapatorians are green!"

" Yes, true, but off. Don't give me the look, hear me out! Three points: One, you've been spending too much time on Earth- Raxacoricofallapatorius is orange, not red. B, or, two: We know He is playing with personal stuff- I've dealt with the Vinvocci before, when I..." He paused. I knew he meant when he regenerated, he never talked about his previous lives. He continued. " And point three: The TARDIS is drawing us here." Dad and I only looked at each other.

Before we exited the TARDIS, the Doctor looked at us. " Remember, He's being personal, too personal, so, Sherlock, if you see anything that relates to you in any way-"

" Oh, please," Dad replied, " Doctor, I am not an idiot like your companions- I know what I am-"

" Don't you DARE insult my companions, they have done more for the UNIVERSE than you have for Earth alone!"

" Hah! At least I am a proper father, and let's not forget who protected the city they grew up in-"

" ME!"

" OI!" I yelled. They turned to me. " Please, stop it! Uncle John is Goodness knows where, in the hands of some maniac, and his hope is fighting!"

They backed away from each other, defeated, and my father walked out the door first; Granddad gave me an apologetic look. I could not face him. I followed my father out the door.

I knew the proverbial fireworks would fly if these two alpha dogs were sharing the same case- and I knew that I would have to be the one to placate them both.

*This is what Violet has been lead to believe, obviously. She has no way to know what Mary really is, and that will stay that way- only John, Sherlock and Mary herself know for sure.