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I AM SOOOOOOO SORRY! I'm a very busy person and don't really have time to update. I probably would have deleted the story, but there are a lot of favorites and follows, so thank you to all of you wonderful readers. You're helping me keep this story moving. Please review even if you don't like it, all ideas are welcome.


I sat on my bed wearing an emerald green dress. It was sleeveless and had purple flowers on the skirt. My hair was pulled back away from my face and fell down my back in loose curls. Like most five year old girls, I loved to dress up, and Aunt Jill knows how to dress up. There were tons of different dresses, skirts, and blouses in my closet, all different colors. I had spent an hour organizing my closet by type of clothing and color. We were meeting at the neighbor's house for dinner in a few minutes. I had spent most of the morning organizing my things and exploring the house. I especially enjoyed the music room. I loved to play the instruments in Jill's collection.

"Amy! Time to go!" I ran down the stairs and saw Aunt Jill at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a beautiful lavender dress. It was sleeveless and the skirt swayed with each step she took. It reached down to her knees. We were both wearing black flats and her hair was pulled back into a bun. I smiled and she smiled back, taking my hand. We walked down the sidewalk and up to the Holmes' door. Jill squeezed my hand lightly, knocking twice on the door sharply so that the door shook slightly from the impact.

I was beginning to wonder if they had forgotten we were coming, until a young man opened the door. He smiled politely when he saw Aunt Jill and looked at me quizzically. "You must be Amy. Jill has said many wonderful things about you."

I looked the boy over. He was about 4'9" with dark brown hair that ended at the top of his forehead. His hair would recede later in life. He had a pudgy belly and looked to be about 6 years my senior. He was wearing a tuxedo that was very uncomfortable; he was squirming but he, unsuccessfully, tried to hide it.

"You must be Mycroft. I should warn you to stay away from the cake." I smiled sweetly at him, the way only little girls can. Mocking you with their evil smiles. He glared at me and when he turned away from us, I saw him wipe away the little cake crumbs around his mouth. I giggled and Aunt Jill elbowed me in the arm. I looked up at her and she gave me a disapproving look. However, it was soon replaced by a mischievous grin.

"Mycroft? Did you eat one of my tea cakes?" A feminine voice yelled from somewhere inside. I assumed that was Mrs. Holmes.

Mycroft blushed and looked at the floor. "Yes Mummy."

I fell into a fit of laughter. "You...call...your...mother...'mummy'?"

I felt a prick on the back of my neck as Aunt Jill pinched me. "Amy, how rude! I'm sure my sister raised you better than this!" This time the frown stayed on her face, she was no longer joking.

"Sorry Jill." I was about to go in but her arm stopped me. I sighed, "My apologies, Mycroft."

He gave me a triumphant smirk and went back inside. When I stepped in I was met with the wonderful smell of food. My mouth was watering as I could smell roast turkey. I didn't go very far through the doorway before a tall man stepped in front of me. He had kind eyes and a warm smile on his face. He wore a tuxedo as well with a blue bowtie. He looked to be about 40 years old with greyish hair and brown eyes.

"Hello Jill, how are things going with the shop?"

Jill smiled and hugged the man, "Hello Mr. Holmes, things are going well now that you and the misses donated a large sum of money. I still don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."

"Oh just keep making those beautiful dresses and that debt will be repayed."

Jill chuckled and gave me a small smile. "I'm going to go help Mrs. Holmes now Amy. Mr. Holmes will give you a tour and introduce you to William. Is that alright?"

I nodded and gave her a smile before turning back to Mr. Holmes. "Hello sir, my name's Amy." I held out my hand to him.

He laughed and took my hand and shook it firmly. "Lovely to meet you Amy. How old are you?"

"I'm five just like Sherlock."

He gave me a funny look, but the smile was still on his face. "I don't think anyone's called him Sherlock before. I guess that makes you unique."

I grinned and he chuckled. "Could I meet him?"

"I sent Mycroft to fetch him. He should be down soon, but until then would you like a tour?"

"Yes, please." He crouched down and held out his hand for me. I took it and he showed me everything there was to see in the house. (I won't go into details too much about the house. I'll just assume you guys know what it looks like from season 3)

By the time we had finished the tour it was time for dinner. Jill and a woman came out of the kitchen with the last of the food to set on the table. The woman had the same kind eyes as her husband, but hers were blue. She had blonde hair that had a few hints of grey, and looked to be somewhere around 45. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Oh what a little darling! She's just precious, Jill!" Mrs. Holmes gushed to my aunt. "Where are my boys? They should have came down already."

She walked over to the stairs and yelled, "MYCROFT, WILLIAM! IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOU WON'T GET ANY CAKE!"

Well, that did it. The two boys came running down the stairs. They both mumbled a, "Sorry Mummy," as they walked quickly to the table. Mycroft gave me a scowl as he walked past, but Sherlock grinned and sat right next to me. The boy had dark curls, brown or black, I couldn't tell. His eyes were difficult too, a sea of blues and greens swirled around the gold encircled iris.

I smiled but said nothing to the boy as we said grace, and began eating. There was very little small talk, which I ignored finding it all very boring. When I had finished eating I waited for Aunt Jill. Before she finished though, Mrs. Holmes spoke to Sherlock and I.

"Well since you two are done eating would you like to be excused, so you can play together?" Instead of answering we both nodded and I followed Sherlock up to his room. Once inside I noticed that he had a lot of pirate toys, but he was also interested in mystery. He had many mystery books including Agatha Christie.

There was a dog on the bed. Sherlock jumped onto the bed and hugged the dog as if I wasn't there. "Hey Redbeard!"

"Redbeard? Is he a pirate?" I smiled and pet the dog lightly on the head. He barked at me happily and licked my face, causing me to giggle.

"Yeah he's my second-in-command. We always go on adventures, usually to annoy Mycroft." He grinned widely and put his captain's hat on. "You want to help me scare Mycroft?"

I smirked and grabbed an eye patch. "Aye matey!" We both burst into laughter and put on our pirate accessories.


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I know it's not much but I don't really have time to ever update! Please review! Also, I'm putting this fanfiction on hiatus, so don't expect an update for a while. The latest will be christmas time. Thanks again for all the support! Also, if you're confused Sherlock is a normal kid right now but he'll become his typical self we all know and love later.