DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK HOLMES; I MERELY OWN THE OC.

Summary: At age 6, Leona was orphaned by Moriarty when he killed her parents. Ever since she's disguised herself as a boy to survive in London streets. However, her grandmother finds her and, keeping Leona's secret, brings her to live with her at Baker Street 221B. There she meets the two-man team that she thought she'd never meet: Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. Keeping up her disguise, she informs them of her quest and, at the mention of Moriarty, they join her. As they hunt down the man responsible for her parents' death, she discovers something that she'd given up on a long time ago: love… in the form of an eccentric detective. HolmesxOC rated M for mature content; contains adventure, comedy, eventual romance, mystery, humor and tragedy and this story takes place after the movie.

She's The Man!

Chapter Two: Injured and Found Out!

Recap: "Leo, this is your room." She said and I somehow refrained from groaning; my room was right next to Mr. Holmes!

~STORY START~

~LEONA'S P.O.V. ~

I wanted to die, and I mean literally die. Why? Well, it's simple: my room, which apparently used to be Dr. Watson's room, was right next door to Mr. Holmes' room and, apparently, the walls between the two rooms are thin and noise easily traveled through them.

"The walls are a little bare, so you'll have to redecorate when you get some money." Grandmother said, interrupting my thoughts, and I nodded from my spot in the doorway.

"Of course, Grandmother." I said and she flashed me a sympathetic smile as Mr. Holmes door opened and then closed; I gave Dr. Watson a nod and he returned it before heading down the stairs. Grandmother continued to talk but I didn't hear a thing of what she was saying until…

"Do not worry so much, Leona." She whispered and I jerked; I had drifted off… again; oops.

"Sorry Grandmother; didn't mean to drift off like that. Guess my mind isn't on earth at the moment, is it?" I asked with a shaky laugh and she gave me a concerned look.

"Leo, get some sleep; you look like you haven't been getting much sleep." She said and I couldn't help but wince lightly; so she'd noticed.

"It's hard to sleep with horses clomping down the road and people clamoring. I'm all right, though; I do take after my father, after all." I said and she gave a sad smile.

"God bless his soul. Now, you get some rest and I'll send someone to wake you when its time for supper." She said before giving me a kiss on the cheek and then went downstairs; I merely blinked in surprise before shrugging.

I entered the room and closed the door after Lady entered it. She lied down next to the bed as I walked over to it; it was a king-sized bed.

I was both surprised and a little confused; why did Grandmother give me a room with a king-sized bed? Sighing out of confusion, I pushed the problem to the back of my mind and lied down on the bed; I'd worry about it tomorrow. After a few minutes of staring up at the ceiling, my eyes closed on their own accord and I drifted off to sleep.

~DREAM~

I opened my eyes and found myself standing in a church; by the pew laid two long, odd-shaped boxes on top of platforms. I knew where I was now; I was in the church where my parents funeral had been held; a funeral that I would never forget. That was the day that the fact that my parents were not coming back solidified and I did the one thing that people had not expected of me: I ran out of the church and vanished. No one, not even ScotlandYard, could find me.

I strode forward down the aisle and stopped halfway in time to see a younger-version of myself stand up and run down the aisle, running towards the door. She ran right through me and I turned in time to see her throw open the church doors and disappear outside. Just as I took a step to follow, a black hole opened up beneath me and I fell through.

~END DREAM~

Knocking brought me to wakefulness and my eyes snapped open.

"Mister Leo, Mrs. Hudson sent me up to inform you that dinner is ready." I heard a maid say and I sighed.

"All right; tell Grandmother that I said I'll be down in a few." I said; giggles could be heard through the door and I sighed as I heard them leave.

Heaving myself off the bed, I caught sight of a mirror hanging on the northern-most wall and I stumbled over to it; once I was steady in front of it, I looked my appearance over.

My short brownish-black hair was ruffled, while there were bags underneath my dark blue-green eyes, making my already pale skin look even paler, almost as if I was sick; I guess night after night of getting absolutely no sleep didn't help much. I sighed and rubbed my hand over my face; how in the hell did I get myself into this mess? Not only did I have to fool all of London, but I also had to fool Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson while trying to find out where Moriarty was so that I could hunt him down and kill in order to avenge my parents. Frowning, I creased my forehead; the name Sherlock Holmes sounded familiar; I guess that's what I get for not reading newspapers or paying attention to any of the gossip; then again… I really didn't care.

Sighing, I smoothed my hair back and walked over to the door; pausing, I looked back and saw Lady's brown eyes watching me.

"Come on, Lady. We'll take a walk and then get some dinner." I said and she stood up. She trotted over as I opened the door and she went downstairs right as Mr. Holmes' door opened and he looked out, staring at me with an unreadable expression; I ignored him and headed down the stairs after Lady. When I reached the bottom floor, I heard footsteps and saw that Grandmother was walking towards me, a tray in her hand.

"Leo, where are you going?" She asked.

"I'm going to take Lady for a walk; I'll be back in a little bit. I'm pretty sure that you don't want her soiling your floor." I said and she laughed.

"Before you go, can you take this to Mr. Holmes?" She asked and I grimaced before giving a sigh; damn.

"Yes, all right, Grandmother." I said and she handed me the tray before reaching up and pinching my cheek; I winced and managed to pull my cheek out of her grasp without hurting her feelings.

"That's my boy." She said; I gave her a pointed look before walking back upstairs with Mr. Holmes' tray in hand.

When I reached his door, I saw that it was shut once more; lifting my hand and balancing the tray on my left hand, I knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Cocking an eyebrow, I turned the knob and walked into Mr. Holmes' room… only to find him suspended in the air by his arms and legs.

"Mr. Holmes, what the hell are you doing?" I asked and then heard a sigh from the doorway; I looked over my shoulder and saw that Dr. Watson stood in the doorway with a pretty blonde-haired woman at his side; I guess that it was his wife.

"I wouldn't worry Leo; he's done something like this several times." Dr. Watson said and I lifted an eyebrow while I set Mr. Holmes' tray down on his table before walking around Mr. Holmes' suspended body; his eyes were closed. Raising my right hand, I reached out and flicked him on the forehead; his eyes snapped open and rested on my scowling face.

"Oh… it's you. Where's Watson?" He asked; I reached out and spun him around so that he could see Dr. and Mrs. Watson. "Oh, good evening Watson, Mary." He said and Dr. Watson sighed.

"Holmes… what in God's sake are you doing?" Dr. Watson asked, exasperated, and Mr. Holmes merely looked at him.

"I'm trying to see how long it will take for all the blood to stop flowing to my limbs." He said and if anything my scowl deepened.

"Yes, and when that happens your arms and legs will fall off your body and you will eventually bleed to death from where they used to be." I said and he turned his head to give me a calculating look.

"And what makes you think that I would die in such a way?" He asked and Dr. Watson looked at me.

"Mr. Leo, would you be so kind?" he asked and I nodded.

"Of course; it would be my pleasure." Was all I said before reaching out and untying Mr. Holmes' limbs; after I was done, he hit the ground with both a thud and a yell. Feeling rather satisfied, I stepped back and walked over to his desk. "Your food is here, Mr. Holmes." I said as I placed the food on the table, away from his papers, and then I heard a soft grunt. Cocking an eyebrow, I looked to the side and saw a pair of brown eyes watching me; the dog was awake.

"Ah, I see that Gladstone is awake now. What did you test on him earlier, Holmes?" Dr. Watson asked and Mr. Holmes stood up.

"I merely tested an antidote to remedy paralysis on him; he doesn't mind." He said and Dr. Watson shook his head.

"Holmes, how many times must I ask-please do not test anything on my dog!" Ah, so Gladstone belonged to Dr. Watson. I leaned down really quick and scratched the dog behind his ears before standing up straight and took a step to leave.

"Ah, Leo, would you stay for a moment?" Mr. Holmes asked and I looked at him.

"No sir I can't; Lady is waiting on me to take her for a walk and if I don't hurry up she'll do something drastic." No sooner had I spoken that that Lady set up a howl; I gave Mr. Holmes a pointed look and then left. I walked downstairs and when Lady caught sight of me she stopped, stood up and trotted over to me. "Lady, I swear, one day you're going to be the death of me." I said; she merely wagged her tail as I opened the door and followed me out into the chilly London night air.

Closing the door behind me, I shivered and then set off at a brisk walk with Lady at my side, heading for an alleyway where Lady could do her business and nobody would step in it. After about ten minutes of walking, I heard staggering footsteps followed by drunken laughter; great. The drunken rich idiots were coming out of the taverns and going home. Walking into an alleyway, I stopped as Lady wandered ahead and she disappeared for a few before walking back into sight; her business done, I turned around only to find that the exit was blocked by a group of three men: the drunken idiots that I'd heard before were coming into the alley; I was so fucking screwed because this was a dead end and I wasn't in the shape to fight.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here; a lost little lamb pretending to be a man?" A man with dark brown hair and green eyes asked and my heart froze; somehow they saw through my disguise. "What should we do with her, boys?" He sneered and a man with blonde hair and brown eyes stumbled forward.

"I say that we each take a turn." He slurred and I clenched my fists.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked and all I got for an answer was laughter. Scowling, I walked forward, Lady at my side, and tried to brush past them; needless to say, it sort of failed. The third guy, a man with red hair and hazel colored eyes, grabbed my arm and pushed me back into the alley.

"Hey, now where do you think you're going, babe?" He asked, his brown eyes bright with lust, and I shivered in disgust; this was so not going to end well for me.

I tried to push past them, this time with more force, and instead pain erupted in my right shoulder as Lady barked and snarled; one of them had pulled a knife and had sliced the back of my right shoulder across my collarbone before leaving it buried in the side of my shoulder. Stumbling back, I looked down at it and noticed that it was simple black-handled knife; something the wealthy could afford. Grimacing, I grasped the handle and pulled it out; as I did my visions flashed and I gave a small yell as white-hot pain flared. Once it was out, my arm dropped with the dagger in hand and I glared at the men.

"Get… Out… Of… My… Way." I said slowly, pain heavily evident in my tone, and the men laughed.

"Whoa, this one is feisty!" The first one said and the second grinned.

"I like feisty." He said, reached out and placed his hand on my head; I snapped and dropped the knife.

Reaching up, I grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back and then with a harsh thrust broke it. His howl of pain split the air and the other two men leaped for me; Lady reached them first. Her snarl rang out as she tussled with the blonde-haired, which ended up with her on his chest, her fangs bared and snarls emitting non-stop from her chest.

Shoving the man whose arm I'd broken to the side, I focused on the third man and I could tell that he was too drunk to fully realize that he was fighting a losing battle; he was an idiot. Lunging at me, he tripped over his own feet; I merely moved out of his way and he fell, landing on the ground hard. He couldn't stand up, so I left him be; the other two were taken care of. No, they're not dead, just… hurt.

My shoulder throbbed and it was then that I remembered about the knife wound; not good. I could feel the warm liquid dripping off my fingers and I grimaced; this was bad, very, very, very bad. Looking down at the drunken man closest to me, who decided that sleep was a good thing, I bent down and stole his jacket; it was slightly chilly but he had more layers than he needed. I also tore a piece of his shirt off and wrapped it around the wound before cleaning the blood off my arm. Shrugging into the coat gently, I whistled for Lady and she quickly trotted to my side and we headed for Grandmother's place.

When 221B came into view, I bit back a groan; standing in front of the building was Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson, waiting in the light cast by the overhead street light. As I approached, Mr. Holmes' head lifted and he cocked an eyebrow.

"You know Nanny has been awfully worried about you; you've been gone for almost two hours now." He said airily, the tone in his voice implying that he knew something, and Dr. Watson turned around.

"Leo lad, there you are! Mrs. Hudson asked us to stand out here and wait until you returned; your food is in the oven, for it got a little cold." He said and I nodded.

"Sorry I was gone for so long; three drunken men seemed to think that I had money on me and tried to mug me." I said; concern flashed across Dr. Watson's face as curiosity flashed on Mr. Holmes.

"Are you all right lad? Were you injured?" He asked, stepping forward, I shook my head with a small smirk.

"No, I'm not hurt; they thought me weak and, well, when they wake up they'll be the ones hurting, not me." I said and then I felt warmness start to trickle down the back of my arm. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen, I believe I'll go wash up before eating dinner; Grandmother wouldn't be too happy if I showed up to her table covered in dirt." I said grimly and then headed up the steps, unaware that there were some drops of blood where I'd been standing.

~HOLMES' P.O.V. ~

As Leo-so she claims-headed up the stairs, I caught sight of the blood dripping off her fingertips; so she had been injured, but was either too proud or too stupid to tell someone. As soon as she entered the house and the door shut, Watson turned to me.

"Are you satisfied now, Holmes? Leo is a man; no woman would be able to take three men on in that state; not even Irene." He said and I shot him a look.

"If Leo is a boy and is uninjured, then would you care to explain the blood on both the sidewalk and the steps? Not only that, but 'Leo' was favoring 'his' right arm, even if 'he' didn't know it; 'he' was doing it unconsciously. Come, let's go to the site and examine it ourselves." I said, setting off at a brisk walk, and I heard Watson sigh.

"Holmes, will you just admit the fact that you may have been wrong about that Leo is a man and not a woman? I mean, Jesus man, no girl can dress up as a-" he fell silent as we came upon the scene of the fight and found three unconscious men, one with a torn shirt, a small puddle of blood and a bloodied knife lying next to the puddle. "My God… what happened here?" He whispered and I merely walked into the alley.

"If you inspect their forms, you'll noticed that there is no sight of a wound on any of them, which means that 'Leo' was, in fact, lying and that 'Leo' is, in fact, a girl, which means that 'he' is either in trouble and is hiding the true gender or is hunting someone down and finds it easier to hide her true gender to do so; I suspect the second choice." I claimed as Watson inspected the bodies and after a few minutes he looked up at me.

"You're right, Holmes; there's no wound on them anywhere, which means that Leo is seriously injured. Holmes, we need to go back to Mrs. Hudson's quickly." He said urgently, and I gave a nod.

"Then let's be off old chap."

~LEONA'S P.O.V. ~

After entering the house, Grandmother hurried into view and stopped when she saw my appearance.

"Leo, what on earth happened? You look like you've been wrestling in the mud with a couple of pigs!" She exclaimed and I gave a low chuckle.

"Close, Grandmother, very close, but the pigs were three drunken men. I'm fine, Grandmother; nothing to worry about." I said, holding up my left hand, as she opened her mouth to speak, and she closed it.

"Yes, well, into the bath this very instant! I'll get you a fresh set of clothes; I must have at least something of your father's around here somewhere; into the bath with you, young one!" She scolded and I merely smiled as I nodded and headed for the bathroom.

When I walked in, I closed the door behind me, locked it and started up my bathwater. I undressed and when I pulled the shirt off, I grimaced when I saw that the makeshift bandage was soaked with blood; damn, I hadn't wanted to get the water bloody. Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Leo, its Watson. Can you open the door?" I bit back a groan but pulled the shirt back on and turned the bathwater off before opening the door; Dr. Watson walked in, followed by Mr. Holmes.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" I asked as Mr. Holmes closed the door and the sound of it being locked filled the air.

"Off with your shirt; I need to see how bad you were injured." Dr. Watson said briskly and I froze; shit, how'd they find out? "We saw the blood that you left on the sidewalk and the scene of the fight, now off with your shirt Ms. Leo." He continued and I sighed before shrugging out of it, glad for the bindings that I wore. I turned my right shoulder towards the men and Dr. Watson set down a bag-how did I not see him carrying that?-and stood next to me to get a closer look.

"So tell me, Ms. Leo for I would like to satisfy my curiosity; why did you lie to us earlier?" Mr. Holmes asked and I looked at him.

"I'll tell you later… after I've bathed." I said, giving Dr. Watson a look and he nodded.

"All right; come to Holmes' room after your shower and while you're telling us your story I'll patch you up." He said picking up his bag and walked out of the room; I turned and gave Mr. Holmes a pointed look.

"Would you mind?" I asked and he merely lifted an eyebrow; I pointed. "Out; now." I commanded and he left; thank god.

Once the door was closed once more, I locked the door, restarted my bathwater, undressed completely and climbed in. The hot water was heaven on my sore and aching muscles; I was definitely going to hurt tomorrow. I gently washed the area where the knife wound was and then the rest of my pale body. Once that was done, I lathered up my hair and then quickly rinsed before repeating. Once I was completely free of soap, I stood up, drained the bath of the now lukewarm water, grabbed a towel and wrapped myself up with it. Stepping out of the tub, I grabbed a red towel and wrapped it around my shoulder so that the blood wouldn't stain one of Grandmother's white towels.

After I dried myself off, I carefully got dressed, grabbed a clean towel and gingerly wrapped up my shoulder. Turning around, I rested my hand on the door knob and paused. Taking a deep breath, I sighed and turned the knob; time to face the music.

Finally done! Hallelujah! *sighs* Thought I would never get this chapter done!

I am so sorry about the long delay; I just recently got my job back, just found my USB stick and my dad is allowing me to use one of his extra laptops, one that he doesn't even give a second glance. Hopefully, I will be able to update more often, but do not hold your breath.

So I am saying this now: for the rest of the foreseeable future, EXPECT SLOW UPDATING!

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