Sherlock and John walked downstairs, and Stood at the bottom step. "Shouldn't you wear something a little more formal?" John asks, giving him a slight glare. "She isn't the 'Formal' type. Not at all."

The new doorbell rang, as it was fixed last night. Sherlock curled his hand over the doorknob, pauses for a short time, and opens the door. "Sherlock~!" She gives him a hug. "Hello, Mum." he says with a slight smile.

She had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair that was lined with quite a bit grey hair that she didn't mind to show, eyes were a faded green, skin was only fairly pale, lipstick was a light pink. The cheekbones had definitely been handed down from the father, because she had this slight heart-shaped head. Her clothes, a green overcoat that was light and fit for spring, some white colored jeans, and a shirt that was somewhat hidden by the coat, but John could see that it was white. She actually looked young for 60 something, as she held an iPad.

She kissed him on the cheek, as a pink mark had shown, that was wiped off only a minute after he had realized it was there. "Hah, why didn't you tell me you had a flat mate?" He looks at his phone again, "But I did tell you-" he realized a red exclamation point notification on his SMS. She held out her hand to John. "Heather Holmes." He shook her hand, "John Watson."

The three went upstairs into the living room, as she set down her suitcase right next to the couch. "I got you something that I thought you'd like, I was gonna wait until July on your birthday, but I couldn't!" she got out a square box that was fairly small wrapped in simple white paper, it couldn't even be 8 inches across. "Well go on, open it!" she says. Sherlock carefully ripped the paper, and the box was labeled. "It's an Apple TV. You can do AirPlay on it, it's literally the only thing I used back at the house."

They eventually changed to a different subject. "Sherlock? NOT Clingy? That's a complete lie!" she laughed. "Sure, he's a sociopath now, but you should've seen him when he was in secondary school!" Sherlock had an expression on his face that said: "Here it goes."

"Sherlock always did what I said, no complaints, he was a gentile! Before he hid in corners trapped with his own intellectual mind, he was as the top of the chain in eighth grade!" she uncovered the iPad and went to the photos app. "There were girls left and right, I have so many pictures on this thing that I scanned from back then, there are 20 different albums with each of the girls that he had pictures with! The largest one is with Molly."

"Wait, WHAT?" John exclaimed. Sherlock was actually smiling for once, telling the story. "There were four different elementaries in the school system, I was at north and she was out south. We eventually met again after college, and here we are. She was the date to the secondary graduation dance." Heather had found the picture from that, Sherlock definitely did not look like what he did now, casually smiling as if he did every day, he held a rose with Molly who was wearing a pink dress. John took a closer look.

"...Sherlock, you were a BLOND?" He laughed. "He died his hair as soon as he stepped out of those doors of that school! It came from his father's side, he described it as a curse! I should send these to her, you know?" She pleasantly smiles.

"So, Mom, what have you been doing for, I don't know, the past 3 years?" something had changed in the room. She started laughing. Wildly, actually. She sat up from the chair. "So much, Sherlock. SO much..."

"Let me tell you about Homestuck."

"What?" regarding Sherlock's quizzical look on his face, John had recalled the name from somewhere. "The name is familiar." he says, as Sherlock gave a blunt: "Nope, never heard of it." Heather took off the overcoat she had been wearing, and on it was this monster-like thing that looked like a blue, Japanese looking knockoff of Slimer. John had definitely seen it from somewhere.

"You see, on April 13th, 2009, the exact day I had settled into the house in America with your father, it was the 13th Birthday of this little trickster right here." She says, holding up the iPad, as she showed the first page.

"John Egbert..." The name drawled off by instinct from John. She snaps her fingers and says "RIGHT!"

"And why do I suddenly care about this?" He was "shushed" and told to listen.

"And basically over the web, he has 3 friends-Dave, Rose, and Jade. Short story, Dave lives with his adoptive brother, Rose and her mother, and Jade and...her dog, or...her grandfather, or something...I don't know, i gotta reread that part." she thinks for a moment, and continues. "And there's these other 12 kids of an alien race, most commonly known as Trolls after a lot of them basically trolling the 4 back home, and they're the ones that get the popularity mostly. The hogs of the popularity are usually Gamzee or Karkat..."

"Is this even going anywhere?"

John was on his laptop, ignoring that comment by Sherlock, as he went to his own blog, and got an image of graffiti he took on his latest post. "You mean this?" it was a picture of what she had explained before, It was a mural of all 16 characters, while there were another four along with them that looked like the first four. "Yeah! And those in the corner are the alpha kids! Introduced during act 6, of course. You see the kids are paradox clones of their guardians, John being different, he and Jade are paradox clones of the opposite gender, there's more of an explanation...you can get into the fandom quicker than the actual thing." Her discussing went overboard, as she went too far into it.

"We haven't solved this case fully, yet. Basically there's been odd deaths going around in London, they were obviously killed and posed after death for something, and each of these characters have been spray painted on the nearest wall you come across when finding the body."

"What? REALLY?" She had a smile on her face. John put an example of one of the deaths, this certain one was of a man, presumably in his early twenties, possibly the youngest he could be was 18 with fingerless gloves, triangle shades, white shirt and a grey baseball cap that had a large stab wound in his chest that stained the white shirt dreadfully. "That's Bro Strider!" she brought up a folder of bookmarks of various pages of Homestuck, in a folder of deaths. She brought up the page, and John brought up the picture of the spray painted copy of the panel on the wall of the victim's bedroom.

"It's a match. Although this would be the wrong time to by so happy right now, knowing this is an actual death, but this guy got it straight on! What are some others?" he brought up a folder of the other deaths, as she looked at the latest one. "Actually, this one only ended up getting in a 24-hour coma, she had accidentally set off a bomb that was put in her mailbox."

"That's Jane Crocker's near death. And judging from the dates these were taken, this serial killer's jumping around...I wonder if he'll put their blood in coffee or something, like in the panel that people say that Hussie was messing with our heads." Sherlock was looking out the window and saw red and blue flashing lights. "There's been another." he said aloud. As soon as he knew it, he had gotten a text from Lesterade.

"One of the Mural Murders again. Right across from 221b, if you haven't noticed yet." He put his phone back in his pocket and got on his jacket.

"Really?" she jumps up with an expression that looks much to happy for the reaction to a death of an actual human being. "Must run in the family." John puts it bluntly, as he shrugs, and the three walk out of the building and across the street. John smiles at Sherlock with a heavy heart and hopes set high.

"What are you so happy about?" Sherlock had smirked, as He had been too. "Well, I'm just happy you're spending time with your mother, Sherlock." John smiles, as it was "ironic for his sociopathic behavior" he thinks to himself. "Oh, shut up." He laughs, as they walked into the building, however Heather had the highest expectations.

Everyone had been out of the room already, even Anderson, Sgt. Donavan, and Lestrade had gotten out of the way, as ever since Sherlock had come back, he was more easily agitated by them. He looked over the two victims. One male, one female, both aged in the ratio of 14-16 year old and shot in the chest, and like the other cases, obviously moved to against the wall and posed to hold hands. There were spray-painted symbols of Cancer and Libra on the wall. "Obviously Karkat and Terezi from the messed up time line. But this is different, however." She leans in closer. Sherlock's phone made a text tone, as he pulled it out of his pocket to see what had been notified. "Lestrade texted me their information. These are the only two victims who have been identified. Their names are Andrew Morris and Michelle Andrea."

She gets out her own phone and does a quick search of the two on Facebook. Sherlock looked at the female's left hand, seeing that she had a red mark around her ring finger. "Michelle here was definitely engaged. The impression on her hand says that the ring was too small, so either she took it off for that reason, or the killer did."

"The answer is of course B. Who would take off an engagement ring that costs 200+ pounds at least in the presence of the one who gave it to her? And also, this doesn't match any of the death panels. This was a piece of fan art." She gets up from her position and goes on "In fact I know the artist who drew it. She's nice. I once met her at a Homestuck cosplay meetup in the middle of Sakura Con." They giver her a strange look, as Heather had shrugged it off.

"There's markings of some sort on his arm." Sherlock says as She pulled up the victim's sleeve to view more. "What is it?" John asks as she smiles, "It's alternian writing." Heather answers, as she takes a snapshot of it. "I'll save this for reference, my friend Mitt created the translator for it, actually. Could be some creepy nerd thing, or a serial killer's quirk that's been missed throughout all the situations." Sherlock looked on.

"What Are you looking at?"

"She's a Definite previous cutter, the scars could be a month old. Nothing to do with the case, though." a moment of silence sweeps the area until a song plays. "One love, One love, to last forever, to last forever, One love, One Love-"

The two Holmes stared at John, as he picked up his phone to see it was a blocked call. "Uh, Yes?"

A voice that was obviously filtered by something filled the other line. "There's something that you missed." He slowly replies, "Who is this?"

"You're just going to have to wait until a mistake." they hang up, as John put the phone back in his pocket. That was weird.