Entry 2

It's raining. Just dull, boring rain and there is no crime to solve and no Sherlock to tease. Mrs. Hudson is making me tea. She says she's not the housekeeper, and yet she acts like it. Anyway, I am quite bored and sad and tired. Life is just tiring. I want something big and exciting to happen. I have to go now, and plan to write more later.

"Sweetie?" Mrs. Hudson said coming into the room.

"Hmm?" I replied. "Is tea ready?"

"Yes, and you have a visitor."

"Who?"

"Mycroft."

"I'll be out in a moment." she replied.

Mycroft sat in John's old chair and was observing the room which had not changed in the slightest. He sat there contemplaing what and how he was going to tell me about my mother.

"Mycroft." I said behind him. He pointed to Sherlock's chair. I sat in it and handed him his tea. He smiled.

"Thank you," he said. "I am here to tell you of a life before your own."

"About my Mother?"

"Yes, she was an angel, and as both of us know, Sherlock was in love with her."

"How did you know, I knew that." I questioned.

"You are very good at deducing facts, sometimes even better then old me." He said in a kind, old way.

"Your only, What mid-thirtes. 37?" He smiled.

"Correct. Now, back to the story. There was a group of us. Sherlock, Lily, Sam, Meg and I. We were , as people today would say, a clique. We stayed togather. I am ashamed to say that I also, was in love with Lily. Sherlock and I fought for her, but instead she chose a new member of our little club."

"My father?"

"Yes, when this happened, Sherlock and I were crushed and we chose to never again fall in love. It caused to much pain for the both of us. We shut ourseleves from emotion."

"That's why he's so, masked."

"Yes." Mycroft stood. "I must thank you for playing host in the absance of my brother."

"Anytime, Uncle Mycroft." I stood and gave him a short hug and he left. I cleared the dishes and sighed.

"I am so tired of being bored. Isn't there a new case or something!" she said to Sherlock. Sherlock had returned, once again covered in blood and was now, clean, sitting in his chair.

"No new cases." At that moment the door bell rang. "Well, maybe now we have one."

Sherlock ran to the door and swung it open excitedly. I was on his heels, nearly falling down the stairs. We both looked out and to our dissapointment it was only Mrs. Hudson.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my keys." she said. We both looked beyond her into the street where a tall, wooden, and very Blue box stood.