Cheshire was being dangled from a rock ledge by her hood. The wolf had hung her there and seemed to know her. Cheshire kept to her breathing exercises and stayed calm while the beast preyed from below. Meanwhile, Skoll was running to his new home to grab his mistress' family. It took him a while, but he got there and basically pulled on Sherlock's pants leg. "Sherlock, where's Cheshire?" asked Mummy. They will never mistake the worry and fear their mother had in her voice. Sherlock wasn't a mother's boy, but he loved her either way and to see her so scared was something he hated. Mycroft was the same way and stood up from the table and picked up the fox. Sherlock followed and they ran out. They followed the kit until it lost the scent. Going forward scared Skoll and they went forward anyway.
Cheshire was humming to pass the time and think a way out of this. The wolf growled deeply and barked like thunder. Cheshire stopped with a sigh and watched the wolf prowl. It hopped up on its hind legs and its front paws leaned on each side of Cheshire. The girl sighed and looked below her to measure the distance it took to fall down and not break anything. "Nope." she concluded in her head. It wouldn't help to run if she twisted her ankle like the last time she was chased by wolves. The wolf snarled in her face and bared its teeth. Cheshire looked at it and mimicked its behavior, baring her teeth and growling.
Sherlock and Mycroft saw the cave and heard a thunderous boom escape from its mouth. "Think she's in there?" Sherlock said with a smirk. Mycroft held the same look and chuckled. "What did she get herself into this time?" Mycroft retorted. Skoll whined and pulled his ears back. Sherlock sat the kit on a rock and started walking to the cave. Mycroft patted the fox's head and went to the cave. A wolf howl roared through the cave as they entered. The wolf saw them and slowly stalked forward. Cheshire saw them and smiled. "Hey." she casually said. The wolf growled deeply and lumbered to them with bared teeth. The brothers went wide eyed and jumped behind a rock to dodge a gory and definitely lethal bite. "Hey! Those are my brothers! Only I beat them up!" she shouted. Mycroft sighed and ran outside with Sherlock. The wolf just chased them until they left his cave. A sinister growl stood in his presence while the wolf went back inside. He took Cheshire from the ledge and carried her deeper within the cave. "I'm calling in a favor." Mycroft took his phone out and called someone. An hour later, a jet rolled over there and two passengers were roped down. One was in black with a robotic left arm and the other was in American colors with a shield. "Mr. Mycroft?" asked the colored man. Mycroft shook their hands. "Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes, mind getting my baby sister out of that cave?" he asked. Steve tilted his head. "You called your favor from Fury to get your sister out of a cave?" he asked. Mycroft nodded as Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Who are you, smart ass?" asked Bucky. Sherlock introduced himself just when the howl ripped through the sky. "Shit! Shit! Holy shit!" Cheshire repeated as she bolted out of the cave. The wolf went after her as she stumbled down the slope. Steve threw his shield so the wolf would see it and hopefully go after it. Thankfully it did chase after the shield, but Cheshire kept running until she saw it was far from her. "That thing has some freaky obsession with me." she said with a western accent. Steve and Bucky got slightly confused by the fact that she wasn't sounding British. "Either way, the wolf seemed to be angry with me. Reasons I don't know why." she spoke in a Scottish accent. Sherlock was getting annoyed. "One accent, Cheshire." he told the teen. Cheshire rolled her eyes and smiled. "I play dead for almost two days and you guys are already annoyed with me?" she said jumping from accent to accent. Sherlock flicked her forehead and she held back a giggle. "Fine." she groaned in her original accent.
Mycroft rolled his eyes and the two soldiers were thoroughly confused. "I was in New York was war zoned by Loki." Cheshire said as she picked Skoll up. "How many times are you in a life or death situation?" asked Mycroft. Cheshire shrugged and started walking home. "I lost count after five." she said. The wolf saw her leaving and growled. The beast charged for her as Cheshire skillfully climbed a tree. Steve and Bucky charged after it and started punching it. Bucky had a lucky shot and painfully hit its nose. The wolf yelped and ran into its cave to hide. Sherlock and Mycroft had guns ready in case something went wrong. Skoll was gripping Cheshire's jacket as she climbed down. A teen her age was there next to Bucky. "So, that was a big wolf." she smiled going to the cave. "B.J, just don't." Bucky said grabbing her arm and pulling her back. The girl had a large scar on her arm that looked gory and jagged. "What causes a scar like that?" Cheshire asked poking her arm. Skoll sniffed the new girl and wagged his tail. "Secret. Who are you?" B.J snapped. Cheshire introduced herself and B.J didn't laugh at her name. Normally people either laugh or ask for an actual name. "That wolf loomed like Loki's son Fenrir. I know some myths and this one isn't a good one." B.J commented. Cheshire agreed and thought for a moment. "You wouldn't be Death by Broken Spirit on the popular fan fiction site, would you?" she asked looking at the scar again. B.J smiled and looked proud. "Yeah, you read my stories?" she asked. Cheshire nodded with her smile. "I'm Don't Die Easy." she said. The girls hit it off from there and left the men confused and bored with their conversation. Cheshire told B.J about all her near death experiences and B.J shared her's. "Geez, that close?" asked B.J when Cheshire told her about how close she was to being killed by a falling building. "Yup. One more foot and I would've been a pancake." she spoke in her American accent. Sherlock gave Mycroft an annoyed look as they walked. Bucky and Steve went with them because they had other business in England. Seeing a white rabbit, Cheshire and her brothers stopped. "Off with their bloody red heads."
Cheshire woke up with a start and breathed heavily. "What the Hell kind of dream was that?" she thought as she coughed. The dry cold air was getting to her dormant sports asthma. Cheshire was going to the bathroom to get her inhaler when she heard Sherlock puking in the toilet. "I'm getting my inhaler." she said intruding Sherlock's ill state with her presence. She opened the cabinet mirror and took out her inhaler when Sherlock's phone rang. Before he grabbed it, his sister swiftly took it from him.
"Hello, Greg."
"Is Sherlock there, Lisa?"
"Incapacitated at the moment. Case?"
"There's another killer out. I would prefer Sherlock on this."
"Sherlock has the flu that's been going around. I can take his place temporarily."
"Okay, well the crime happened down Baker Street. Just look for us."
"Ta."
Cheshire texted John to let him know what was happening and left with her backpack. Cheshire passed by her books on mythology, World War Two, and a newspaper about the Avengers on the coffee table on the way out. Sherlock groaned and got up. His body yelled at him to sleep and his stomach growled wantonly to go back into the bathroom. Cheshire was out of the building by the time Sherlock landed on the couch. Sherlock saw her inhaler on the table, unused and ready to help. His phone laid next to it.
"Get back here and take your inhaler." -SH
"When I catch the killer." -CH
"It isn't that bad anyway. I'm okay." -CH
Sherlock hated arguing and knew it was futile to continue further. Cheshire learns from her mistakes and doesn't think much about them besides their lessons. Sherlock knew that and he let her be. John came an hour later and saw Sherlock was asleep on the couch. It seemed the pale slender man was having the oddest of dreams as he twitched and turned. "Oi." John sighed looking at the thermometer.
Cheshire coughed and cleared her throat as she looked at the bloody scene before her. The body was basically in chunks and some parts were missing. A leg was gone as sas the head. The arms were in an odd position as was the torso. "What do you think?" Lestrade asked. Cheshire examined every detail and looked closely at the one foot. "The killer will strike again. The body parts of the next victim will be in a different position. If I'm right, there will be a cross." she said going under the police tape. Donovan coughed under her breathe "Freak". Cheshire started coughing and slightly bent forward. She started going home. "Where are you going?" Greg asked. "Home. I need my inhaler." she managed to cough. Cheshire ran to her flat against her asthma's will and quickly took her inhaler. Sherlock was in the bathroom again and John was in the kitchen. "You alright?" he asked going to her. Cheshire was coughing less and nodded. "I have a variation of asthma that doesn't act up as often. I only learned that I had it when I played football in elementary school. It is very dormant." she said clearing her throat. John understood took some water to Sherlock while Cheshire began on the case she took from Sherlock. All day she was at the computer until a nun knocked on the door. "It's open." Cheshire said not looking at who entered.
"I have a missing person. I was hoping this was the home of-"
"It is. I'm his sister. Name is Cheshire Holmes, Mother-?"
"Mother Elizabeth."
Cheshire offered the nun a seat in the client chair and turned from her laptop. The nun was obviously scared. "Early fifties, walked here, knows what may have happened to her missing person." Cheshire deduced in her head. Mother Elizabeth let a shaky sigh out and took a deep breath in. "Father Gregory has been missing for a few days. I don't want to believe it, but I was given a note during mass saying he was dead and hung on Baker Street. I never believed it, but the lights down the street beg to differ." she said very quietly. Cheshire hummed and looked out the window. "Did you know who passed the note?" she asked. The nun shook her head and heard Sherlock and John yelling. "Don't mind my brother and his friend. Sherlock is just stubborn and even more so when he's sick." Cheshire sighed taking Mother Elizabeth outside where it was quieter. "If Father Gregory is killed, then find the killer. Here is the note I was given, I believe it will help. I will pay you anything." Mother Elizabeth said putting the note in Cheshire's hands. Cheshire shook her head and thought for a moment. "No, I will not take money from the church. This job is on the house." she said. Mother Elizabeth smiled greatly and hugged the small teen. "God bless you and your family. May God help your brother's illness." the nun said as she left. Cheshire got back inside and continued working. "Who was that?" asked John. He ended up just letting Sherlock pass out in the bathroom after getting some cold medicine in him. "Mother Elizabeth. Wants to know who killed the man down the street and if he is Father Gregory. If he is, catch the killer. Either way I'm obliged to catch the killer." she said typing away on her laptop. John took to Sherlock's and started working with her. "Look at missing persons. Tell me if anyone new went missing." she ordered. John just went along with it and made a list on a pad of paper. "Did you say a Mother Elizabeth?" he asked looking at one report. Cheshire nodded and didn't look away from the screen. "She's been missing for a month." John said. Cheshire looked up and hummed. She took out the note Mother Elizabeth gave her and read what was scribbled on it.
"With that, the angel stood before the Devil. Fear was hidden in her cold iced eyes and the Devil just grinned. 'What a wee thing. Surely you never thought of the Hell Hound?' he asked."