I took a deep breath in and knocked on the door of 221B, a woman answered and I looked her up and down. Whoa, marijuana? Pole dancer? Geez, where the hell did mum send me?

"Hello dear, who are you looking for?" She asked with a kind smile on her face.

"I don't actually know, you see my mum disappeared and she left a note telling me to come here and I don't know why." I was nervous, I didn't know why I was here or who I was talking to, I was scared for my mum.

"Don't worry dear, come upstairs." She said, welcoming me into the house.

I smiled and walked up the stairs, smile vanishing in about half a second when I saw John and Mary sitting on the sofa together.

"Mary?" I asked, what were they doing here?

"Addy, what are you doing here?" She replied, I stepped further into the room to see another man sitting down with his eyes closed.

The man looked suspiciously like me, protruding cheekbones, curly brown hair, pale skin with a light pink, natural blush.

"I-mum went missing, she left a note on a mug telling me to come here." I stuttered, the man on the other side of the rooms eyes shot open. His eyes were like mine too, light blue, fading to green as it got closer to the pupil.

We stared at each other for about 2 seconds, it felt like minutes.

"Well this is awkward." John sighed, "Addy this is Sherlock."

"Wait, Sherlock from the papers? The detective?" I smiled excitedly, I had heard stories about him, maybe he could tell me about the murders.

"Sherlock Holmes, nice to meet you." He said, standing up and holding his hand out to me.

I froze. Sherlock Holmes. The one that died and came back when I was two years old, the one that looks like me and has an interest in dead people.

"Guess not." He muttered.

"Sherlock this is Adeline. Adeline Holmes." Mary bit her lip slightly.

Sherlock wasn't smiling in the first place but his face dropped and my heart sank. Oh God, this was my father.

"Bethany's missing?" He asked.

"The apartment was clean apart from a mug lying on the floor, mum had written 'Go to Baker Street' on the outside of the mug." I explained, "Just wait there a second."

I turned around to John and Mary, "You knew he was here and you never told me? Seventeen years of mum covering up his last name and trying to hide the papers and you knew him. Oh God she knows too doesn't she, Oh I'm gonna kill her."

I was talking more to myself but it was nice to at least pretend I was talking to someone.

"What do we do?" Mary asked, turning to Sherlock.

"No idea." He shrugged.

"Wait." I said, taking my phone out of my pocket, "I got some texts earlier, I thought it was spam but it might be skip code."

I opened my texts and handed Sherlock my phone, "When did you get the last text?" He asked.

"Not long ago, about 10 minutes?" I estimated.

"Let's go." He said, grabbing my wrist and grabbing me out the door.

He practically threw the both of us in front of a motor bike which stopped immediately, "I need to borrow this." I said, the man on the motor bike stared at me, I cursed under my breath and shoved him off it, "I'll give it back later."

Sherlock jumped on the bike, I got on the back and held his waist.

Hurry up Mr. Holmes,
Things are heating up in here.

I showed him the text and the motorbike sped up, I swallow a scream when he steered us onto the pavement, the bike bumping up and down as he drove down a staircase. We got to the church my anonymous texter had mentioned and I screamed when a large stock of wood was set on fire.

I ran as fast as my legs could take me towards the fire, hands shaking as I practically jumped into the flames. Sherlock was right beside me, I was surprised at how much he cared considering he and my mum didn't speak anymore. But seeing him run into a fire screaming her name really was something special. We dragged my mum out of the fire, Sherlock was automatically kneeling down on the grass, my mothers head lying on his lap as her eyes fluttered open.

He still loves her.

We got a cab home, I text the person who's motorbike we borrowed with the co-ordinate of it's location. John and Mary stayed back for a while before going out with each other, I think John is planning on proposing to her tonight which I think is beautiful.

My mother and I were staying in Baker Street, I was supposed to be staying in my mum's old room while my mum slept in Sherlock's bed (with him of course) but I ended up falling asleep on the sofa with A-Level revision all over me.

I was woken up by Sherlock, I admit I might of over-exaggerated the long groan I let out but the guy woke me up at 5am.

"You fell asleep." He said gently.

"Hmm..No shit." I replied, throwing a pillow his way, unfortunately he caught it and I sat up, "Why did you wake me up?"

"I needed a drink and saw you fell asleep revising, I decided you may want some help remembering all of this stuff." He shrugged, moving my legs and sitting down beside me.

I crossed my legs and nodded in agreement, "Imagine a place you've been a lot of times or somewhere you really love," He said, my mind automatically went to the Slytherin Common room, I love Harry Potter. "Okay now, decorate the place, where are the windows? Is there a seat? Maybe a desk, a file cabinet, anything."

I closed my eyes and stood by the door way in the Slytherin Common room, looking forward. I remembered the leather chair in the corner, I coloured the walls a nice green with a black carpet, soft on my toes. I turned around and imagined a desk in front of the window with a file cabinet beside it.

"Now walk over to the windows and open the curtains, is it night time outside? Imagine it all, make it as real as possible." Sherlock said.

I nodded when I was done, generally wincing at the imaginary light tht peered through the windows.

"Now when you read something, store it in your mind palace, remember exactly where it is so you can always make your way back to it." He explained, I opened my eyes with a large smile on my face.

"Thank you." I said shyly. I wasn't normally a shy character but this was my dad, I had never spoken to him before now. I know I should be angry with him for him not being there for me but I've never really needed him, besides he's here now.

"We have people coming over today by the way." Sherlock, no, dad, said looking down slightly.

"Oh, who?" I asked.

"Well John and Mary got engaged so whoever they want to come over." He smiled.

I knew he would propose!

Authors note: Sorry the past two chapters have been very short, they'll get longer as they go on I'm just building up to the general story atm. Also, I'm about to go change previous chapters, we're not pretending that John and Mary only met a year ago because i really want to write their wedding an one or two chapters time. I'm gonna need a lot of extra characters for that chapter so if you have requests you know what to do. -Rachel