Title: A Mystery Between Our Noses
Summary: Sherlock and Mycroft finds out that they had an older sister, named Lillian (Lily) Holmes.
Disclaimer: I do not owe BBC Sherlock!

Jan. 6, 1976 - Sherlock (born)
Nov. 7, 1969 - Mycroft (born)
Feb. 12, 1960 - Lillian (born)
1969 - Lillian (death)
Ages: Sherlock (28), Mycroft (35), Lillian (44).

Author's notes: So the current time year is 2004 (in case you guys are wondering). This was a short story that I wanted to do ever since I read that Hamish Watson-Holmes story. I might be doing an Hamish Watson-Holmes story myself! If there is any grammar mistakes, forgive me. If there's any mistakes at all, please let me know (besides grammar). I'm sorry if it's too OOC as well. Hope you guys enjoyed it!


A Mystery Between Our Noses by: John Watson

It all started during our holiday break when we were visiting the Holmes Estate...

"John, are you typing up what happened at the estate?" Sherlock asked from where he was lying on the couch and he was staring at the ceiling above him.

"Yea, what about it?" John asks without looking up from what he was typing.

"No one is going to believe us. Ghosts doesn't exist," Sherlock said.

"But they have the right to know about Lillian Holmes, don't they? No one knows that you have an older sister," John replies.

Sherlock sighs, "What time are we suppose to meet Mycroft and Greg at the cemetery?" He asked.

"Quarter to two, so you have three hours to do whatever you like," John replies.

Sherlock grins as he sat up, "I'll be in the kitchen conducting an experiment," he said.

"Just don't use the microwave! I don't want to smell that smell whatever you cooked up last time!" John calls out to him grimacing at the thought.

Mycroft unlocks the door to the locked bedroom of Lillian Holmes. He opens it and true to what Violet Holmes said, the room hadn't been dusted off for ages.

"What a beautiful room," I had commented as I looked around.

There was an old table, with a mirror in front. It was obvious that was going to be where she put make-up as there were some old essentials on it. There was another table as well as there was an television on it as the table had some school supplies. The bed was still made and there were two drawers beside it. On top of the bed, there were stuffed animals.

"I found Lillian's diary," Sherlock replies as he was standing beside the bed and had opened up the drawer finding the pink, small diary book.

"Perhaps you shouldn't read it," I suggested as I thought it was private.

"If we want to know more about Lillian Holmes, we should read it," Sherlock replies as he looks at Mycroft who opened the curtains. Mycroft coughed momentarily as dust were around him when he had opened the curtain.

"'September 1st, 1967 - First day of school. Mummy had enrolled me to an all girl's school where there was no boys allowed. My new school was called: The City of London School for Girls. Mummy brought me here so that I could achieve in government and politics. I wasn't really fond of government and politics. Truth to be told, I was more into art and design. I love drawing but I'm not sure how to tell mummy. I'm her only child and I don't want to disappoint mummy,'" Sherlock reads.

"How sad," I commented as I sat on top of Lillian's bed while the two Holmes brothers sat beside me.

"So the position went to me," Mycroft mutters as he was thinking on how it would be different if Lillian Holmes were alive today and that she was in his position instead within the government.

"Do you want me to continue?" Sherlock asked.

"Read the last entry, I want to know what happens to her," I said.

Sherlock nods as he flipped the pages until it was the last entry. "'October 3rd, 1969 - In the hospital'" he read as he looks up and saw Mycroft's eyes widened. "'I am so sorry that I hadn't written here for such a long time! I've been busy with my school work and extra curricular activities that mummy signed me up for. It has been about a year since I had written in here and I will make it up by saying that I have good news!

Mummy is pregnant! I'm going to have an younger brother! Mummy and daddy says that they will name him Mycroft Holmes. I wanted him named Sherrinford Holmes but they didn't liked the name. Oh well...Mycroft should be born next month! We will be visiting mummy later today in the hospital. I can't wait to hold Mycroft! I'm so excited to see mummy that I can't wait to touch her tummy and feel Mycroft's kick. At least now I won't be so alone in this big house! Welcome to the family, Mycroft Holmes!'" Sherlock reads and Sherlock looks up as he closes the book.

"Is that it?" I asked surprised.

Mycroft nodded slowly, "The car accident happened on that same day. Mummy was in hysterical that day when she learned about it and that Lily's death impacted her so much that she almost lost me," he said.

"I guess now we know that you had an older sister," I said smiling.

"And now I know where I gotten my name from," Sherlock replies with a small smile.

I hugged him comfortably, and I perked up as I thought I had heard a giggle somewhere in the distance but I ignored it as I thought it was just my imagination.

"John, where are you, John?" Sherlock calls out.

"I'm still in the living room, Sherlock," John calls out as he finishes typing up the blog.

"I remember what happened when I was young and what Lillian was telling us on how I was the one whom she was trying to communicate with," Sherlock explains as he sat back on the couch.

"What did happened?" John asked.

"I remember when I was about ten and I was in my room playing that one of my toys started playing by itself. You know those toys that you wind up and it talks? I didn't even touched it but I did gave an horrific scream," Sherlock replies smirking.

"Did Mycroft or your parents believed you?" John asked.

Sherlock shook his head, "No, but I think mummy had a 'look' on her face but she didn't say anything," he said.

"She must have known that it could have been Lillian," John replies.

"Sherlock, your brother and brother-in-law is here," Mrs. Hudson voice said.

The two men looked up at her, "It's not even quarter to two yet," John said surprised.

"No, but I do want to know more about Lillian Holmes," Greg's voice piped up.

"Who is Lillian Holmes?" Mrs. Hudson asked bewildered.

"Not now Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock replies shaking his head.

"Oh, very well. If you need me, I'll be downstairs. Don't hesitate to holler," Mrs. Hudson replies as she left the men alone.

"I can't believe I had to work during your holiday at the estate! Mycroft was just telling me about this mystery sister of yours," Greg said as he sat in John's armchair and Mycroft sat beside Sherlock on the couch.

"I was just telling John on how one of my toys started when I was ten. Do you remember that day when I made a horrific scream?" Sherlock asked.

Mycroft nodded, "I was seventeen at the time but I remember clear as day," he said.

"Does that mean the estate is hunted?" Greg asked intrigued.

"I doubt it," John replies, "now that we know about Lillian Holmes, she won't be hunting the estate any more," he said.

"I still remember one night that I felt my covers being lifted off of me while I was asleep. I woke up when it was doing it," Sherlock replies.

"But why was Lillian connected with you more? I don't think neither me nor mum and dad had any experience," Mycroft said.

"According to the Ghost Hunters reality website, children can see more paranormal activities than adults or older children," John read as he looked at the website on his laptop.

"I guess Lillian just wanted to be known as mum didn't tell us about her until now," Mycroft said.

"That would explain the book dropping in the library," John said.

"Do you want to go early? We can go early to the cemetery," Sherlock suggests.

Greg nodded, "If you guys don't mind," he replies.

"Come along John. We have to get dressed," Sherlock said as John follows him to their bedroom.


The group arrives in All Saints Church in Minstead an hour later as they found Lillian Holmes grave easily.

"I feel saddened by the fact that we've haven't known Lillian as much as we want too," John says softly.

"We read her diary, John. I also scanned the pages and it is stored safely onto my laptop if we ever want to read it again," Sherlock replied as he was holding the pink book.

"I meant that she could have been a famous painter or something if she hadn't died," John explains.

"Is there a way to track the CCTV back then, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked.

Mycroft shook his head, "There are new buildings surrounding the area of the accident, Sherlock. The CCTV have been destroyed as well as images and tapes during that day. It had been years," he said.

"I just wish that we could have found the one who done this to bring justice to her or something," Sherlock explained.

"Sherlock, we did. If it weren't for Mycroft blackmailing you, we wouldn't have known about Lillian Holmes and your estate would still be hunted by now. Lillian has been trying to get your attention," John explains.

"Yes, but..." Sherlock was at loss for words.

"Sherlock, what John is trying to say is that, Lillian is happy where she is now knowing the fact that we found out about her. Even though we didn't caught her suspect, she is with us," Mycroft explains.

"I hope so," Sherlock replies slowly.

"She is Sherlock, I'm sure she is," Mycroft replies as Greg gave him an comforting hug around the waist and John did the same with Sherlock as the group looked down at the grave. Sherlock put down the book on the grave with a small smile on his face. Unknown to the group, a silhouette of a little girl was watching afar as she was smiling at the group and she disappears into thin air giggling behind knowing the fact that her brothers know about her.


End.

me: Did you guys hear that Amanda Abbington is going to be in Sherlock Series 3? She must be playing Mary Morstan as John Watson's wife in the show.

John: That's amazing!

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