Okay, so before I start, I feel like I should explain why I disappeared off of the face of the Earth. I had finals and holidays and traveling, and was generally really busy. I decided to take a break from writing for a while, and so I did. But, anyway, I'm back and I changed my name from Holmessherlock221 to OncomingEastWind. Here goes…

"You have to do something!" Sherlock growled at his brother in desperation. He ran his nervous fingers through his curls for the thousandth time as he paced the office floor. To his despair, Mycroft only shook his head.

"I do not and will not. I have already defended one murderer this month, Sherlock. Imagine how it would look if I defended another."

"I don't care how it would look! They're going to lock her up and," he paused, taking in a sharp breath. "They think she's insane, but she's not. She didn't start the fire on purpose, but they think she did. They'll put her in a mental institution with a straight jacket just because she was trying to protect me, and I know that doesn't sound bad, but it is. I know. You know that I know. Sometimes being alone with yourself is the worst punishment there is." His voice had started to break, and his sea-blue eyes were stinging.

"Calm down, Sherlock. You're getting emotional."

"Am I?" he snapped, "I hadn't noticed! And what's so wrong with that? Why can't I be emotional for once?" With that, he stomped out of Mycroft's office, slamming the door as he went. All that was left in the room was an uncomfortable silence and a very concerned brother.

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He couldn't believe what he was hearing. John was just going to let them take her away. "Maybe they know what they're doing, Sherlock. I mean, she did kill someone."

"A murderer, John. She killed the most dangerous man in the world, who was trying to kill you at that moment."

"That's exactly why I think she should get some help, Sherlock. She's dangerous!"

"Doing this to her isn't going to help her, John. Trust me, I would know. And she isn't dangerous. She's your daughter, and I think you might be forgetting that."

"Oh, really? Well, I think you're forgetting that she isn't your daughter, Sherlock! This isn't even your problem." He turned and went to talk to another police officer. In what way is this not my problem? She trusts me more than him. She spends all of her time at 221B. She might as well be my daughter. He shuddered at the thought. How things had changed.

/

"How did you do it?"

"I didn't! I swear!"

"Stop smiling so much, it's unnatural," he told her, losing his patience. "Someone must have convinced them to find you innocent."

"And you're sure it wasn't Mycroft?"

"Positive."

"Well, I don't have any friends, so it's got to be one of yours." Omni's voice was full of sarcasm.

"It doesn't make sense…" He rubbed his hands together, and tried to think of possibilities.

/

Omni walked up the seventeen creaky steps of 221B, expecting to find Sherlock in his armchair. However, in his place was his female counterpart, wearing a crimson grin and a black evening gown.

So, I know that was short, but hopefully not completely horrible. PLEASE REVIEW! I need to know if any of you are still interested in reading this!