They all emerged a few minutes later, Harry in a long pale yellow dress, thick shoulder straps which had a built in belt around her waist, allowing it to flow down the rest of her body. She had her hair brushed lose. It sounds posh, but it was really just a casual dress. John wore his dark green sweater and jeans, throwing his leather jacket on his shoulders roughly. Sherlock came out in another purple silky looking shirt and black trousers. He grabbed a jacket to as Harry grabbed a small bag.
Sherlock quickly hailed a cab and they all got in as Sherlock threw an envelope to the cabbie. He opened it up and his small eyes widened in shock at the £20 notes concealed.
"What's all this for!" He asked in alarm.
"See the address; it's far away, so I'm paying you to drive there." Sherlock said slowly, as if explaining this to a three year old. The cabbie grunted and nodded as he drove off, shoving the cash in his pocket.
They arrived a little after twelve. It was a large country house, with all the shaped hedges and mazes in the background. One that makes you go w-o-w! Sherlock got out and walked up to the door as if the place was common as muck. John and Harry had a rather different reaction however. They stood with their mouths agape as they stared at the giant house before them, the kind made out of old beige stone. They followed an impatient Sherlock up to the door, and seconds before they pressed the button, the door opened. In the doorway where two women. One was quite petite, small and thin, but had long red hair down to her waist, elegantly curled. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans with trench boots and a simple green long sleeveless t-shirt. And she was insanely beautiful, from the high cheekbones to the emerald eyes, full lips and straight nose, she was beautiful. Also heavily pregnant. Her companion was similar to her, but a lot taller, like Sherlock. She had long black hair also curled. She was wearing a floral print dress, lose fitting but elegant. Her eyes were also an emerald green. Her dress was a bright orange, red and yellow, making her seem somehow taller.
"This is Jayne," Sherlock said as he waved at the short red head, who was now wrapping her arms around her stomach, "and this is Morgan." He said at the other.
"Oh Sherlock I haven't seen you in ages!" Jayne said as she enveloped her brother in a very one sided hug. He eventually wraps one arm around her awkwardly as she steps back. He gets assaulted again by Morgan, another awkward hug. Eventually they get ushered in and they heed to the dining room by the front of the house. How many dang dining rooms are there in here!
They eventually reach a rich ornamental room. The floor was carpeted with rich golden rugs and there was rich oak furniture. Maybe they where millionaires, or billionaires, or...trillionaires? Looking at the area. On the side, covering the majestic fireplace, where tiny figurines all in a neat order. Sherlock noticed John staring and stage whispered "Whimsies." Over towards him. John nodded absentmindedly as he stared at the tiny tortoise on the end. It had a larger companion next to it, exactly the same but the shell came off to reveal pins and sewing necessities. The small tortoise looked as pout of place as him. He was made out of the same material the company Wade used. The same size and rough design, but he was different, because he matched the larger tortoise. It was also looking in another direction to the other animals. He followed its large oval eyes towards a door on the other side of the room. The foot of it was open by a jar, and a small piece of paper stuck out.
John frowned at the offending paper and started to walk towards it. Sherlock stuck his hand out and shock his head, obviously a warning.
Sherlock meandered over towards the door as if the minni confrontation they just had was nothing.
He wandered through the door, leaving a very out of place Harry and John. Bustling in through another door was a set if three people. In the lead was Mycroft, tall, suited and booted to the nines as ever. Also, strangely he had his umbrella indoors, leaning gently on it as always.
Following closely behind was another man, his hair straight and long, chin length, like a surfer. It was a lighter colour than the rest of the Holmes clan, more a brown, like Mycroft's hair colour. He had a thin leather band round his neck, like a woven necklace, and his trousers where well worn, not shabby, it was a designer make of jeans, but a little faded round the knee. He had a simple white shirt on, left untucked, but it had an elaborate swirl in the bottom corner, like the sewing machine had had a minute of inspiration. He wore simple flip flops that seemed to match and compliment the outfit. He was more tanned than the rest of the pale Holmes'. His face was like a younger Mycroft, less lines, and more ruggedly handsome. He was an obvious surfer, his manner radiating control over the waves. Also the way Mycroft seemed to edge away from him every few minutes, like his mundane life bored him. Cameron, he guessed. A woman was close behind him, and John new instantly, she was the reason he was here.
She was slightly bent but stood tall, her black hair wrapped up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Her features where more sharp, straighter and more angled than the others. Her clothes where simple, yet beautiful. She wore black trousers, straight and not fitted, and a white shirt, covered by a jacket. Her clothes where similar to Sherlock's, the suit but no tie. She was a very beautiful woman, proud, strong, and she seemed to radiate some sort of power, as if she could endure anything, and still be strong enough after to yell at you for getting mud on the carpet.
A smile cracked her face as she saw her guests.
"Hello, you must be John and Harriet. My name is Marian; I'm Sherlock's mother, as well as this lot. That's Cameron and Mycroft who just came in with me. Where has Sherlock gone, he is here?" She asked, even though the answer was obvious, and could be answered by any of the other girls in the room; it was as if she was demanding an answer from John.
"Oh, he just went through that door." He said as he pointed towards it.
"Agh yes, he would have wouldn't he." The woman sighed as she stared after the door her son had supposedly used. "He always does this. Mycroft that is." She said as she cast a watchful eye upon her eldest.
"It wasn't me mummy, I have grown above his childish pranks." He stated, sighing and leaning forwards on that ridiculous umbrella.
"Alright, own up, which one of you have set it up this time." She declared, staring pointedly at each of them. A small chuckle escaped Cameron's lips as his mother's death glare was set on him. He then went deathly pale.
At this point, Sherlock decided it best to re-enter the room.
"Oh, sorry, did you think I was really going to follow that?" He asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the door he had just left, his hands casually in his pockets.
"No, I set it out for Jayne actually, seeing if the pregnancy was messing with her skills." He smirked, a mild accent in his voice.
"Anyone could have gotten that! John did even!" Sherlock said as he strolled over towards John, he gently pushed him forwards. He nudged him with his shoulder as if he was simply walking past, having to turn to fit past, but there was space for him to have not bumped into him, so John followed, and Harry followed to, still feeling a little annoyed at being called Harriet.
A/N MERRY CHRISTMAS! Only two more chapters so shall I update all of them now before christmas or update after crimbo? You tell me plz! And happy Christmas Eve! And tomorowe Merry Christmas!