Author's Note: Gosh. I feel like I was going to say something of importance. WELP. I'll remember sooner or later. Also, thank you for the private and public reviews! You're all so sweet~

John planned to never see those men ever again! Olaf with his oily hair and long face, Sven with his round face and boy-like features. The looks on their faces, though! He was sure to remember those.

Harriet, with trembling fingers, collected the money they won with pure joy. They were finally going to go home. And she knew that family there would take them in, even though they were close to dirt poor. She hadn't seen any of their ol' cousins in years, or their aunts and uncles. She could see it now, John and her grabbin' a job near where they'd be staying and finding a couple of proper dames to settle down with. The siblings promised to name their first kid after each other. Even though the two constantly argued and teased each other, it was a small pact they had made. The bartender looked at the two orphans, smirking to himself. His voice didn't have such a thick accent as the German blokes did, it was more of a light, old Englishman's voice, filled with amusement. "Titanic leaves in 5 minutes. Better hurry if you wanna get to America."

John's smile faded somewhat and his eyes widened. "Let's go, Harry, let's go!" he exclaimed expeditiously, running out the door with his bag. Harriet followed close behind, tipping her hat at the gentlemen in the bar. The German man, Olaf, was hitting his friend, swinging multiple punches for the man being so stupid enough to bet something with large value.

"We're practically royalty, Harriet! Bloody royalty! If only Mum and Dad knew, Harry, oh my! We're at the high class now!" John shouted as the two ran through the crowds that stood outside of Titanic. His smiled never ceased to fade as they rushed, apologizing whenever he rudely bumped into someone. People of all sorts stood outside of the ship. Family members, friends, co-workers, all ready to wave goodbye to their loved ones on the indestructible ship. But little did they know, a couple of ordinary foster children were off to living in extreme luxury.

"We're gonna be millionaires, mate!" His sister said in return, unable to stop the smile that occupied her lips. She had heard many stories about America and how once you'd arrive, fame was in reaching distance. It was but a myth, but she liked the thought. Harriet could practically taste the American soil already. They ran and ran, until their hearts raced at practically full speed. John felt as though his young heart was just about to burst as they finally reached the ramp that lead into the enormous ship. Those Germans at the bar were such suckers! John and Harriet were about to have the most fantastic trip of their lives!

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Sherlock walked around his suite's living room, eyeing the blankness that filled the walls. If only he was allowed to add bullet holes. Or anything at all. Maybe decorate the walls with Moriarty's insides, Sherlock joked mentally, a glimpse of a smile appearing on his face. Happiness was always a rare phenomenon with Sherlock Holmes. The man had paintings instead, though, which would suffice his need for small rebellion towards his fiancé, as well as for decoration in the room. Anything to get rid of this plain wall that reminded him of how plain his life had become. Moriarty's money wasn't even really for him, it was mostly for his mother's expensive tastes. He wished that he was back at the hospital, studying about the various tobacco ash and different types of dirt all around England. Sherlock looked up at the eerie painting that one of the worker's had put up for him onto the wall, which was painted by a man by the name of Picasso. The paintings intrigued him, and would get the dark-haired genius thinking, much like how playing the violin did. Moriarty would only describe the pieces of art as childish, unnecessary, and petty. Words like these only made Sherlock want to urge his fiancé's 'accidental' death.

And he had called the works of art "finger-paintings"? The distinct difference between the two men was that Sherlock Holmes had taste and James Moriarty did not. His fiancé's voice was much like nails on a chalkboard, in Sherlock's opinion, that was continuous and very much conceited. He wondered what it would be like, being James Moriarty, and knowing that the one he slept by every night felt no positive emotions toward himself. Sherlock wondered how James would feel if he knew the man he slept beside also had sadistic thoughts about killing him. No matter, like mentioned before, it wasn't like Sherlock could do anything. James was a well-known man and had a sort of... bodyguard around wherever he went to watch over the family. He wanted anything to escape from this life he was living. Sherlock Holmes was, to put it simply, James Moriarty's bitch.

And it was going to be like that for the end of his days. The thought made him want to vomit.

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John Watson and Harry Watson soon got on the ship with an enthusiastic leap. They slipped through the crowds in the hallways, making loud and happy conversation as they walked down the corridors to reach the dock. "We're the luckiest bastards on the face of the earth, you know that, John?" Harriet commented to her younger brother, holding her bag at a different angle so that it'd be easier to carry. The dirt-blond male nodded in return, bringing his hands to the railings and his feet to the more bottom railings (to stand on) and waving goodbye to anyone who would notice. "Do we even know anyone out there?" Harry asked, standing on the rail with him.

"No," he answered honestly, making a grin of youth that showed off his teeth. "But that's not the point, sis!" John continued to shout his goodbyes to England, waving frantically. One hand in the air, the other on the rail. Harriet hollered some goodbyes too. To England, to Claire, to her favorite restaurant at the corner of the nearest town.

"Adieu!" John would yell, looking at the many faces in the groups upon groups of people. "Arrivederci! Adios!"

"I'll never forget you!" Harry yelled also, feeling chills go through her body.