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A hush had fallen over a dark, damp room, the dark silhouette of a person sitting of on the corner gently tapping at the floor. "Hush Hush Hush" they sang.

A woman saunters into the room, "You sound like your singing a lullaby to a child." she states, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"A dead child." the silhouette laughs, "No, I'm singing to myself. Or my selves? No, I'm singing to the child me from so long ago. He is dead. "

The tapping continues, with the rhythm mimicking a waltz, "La, La, La~"

The woman curls her lip. She thinks, 'Why is it always nonsense he sputters whenever I'm around?' She forces a smile, even though this silhouetted man cannot see her. "Are you high?"

The tapping stops, "Are you high?"

"I'm being serious"

"As am I"

The woman balled her hands into fists, her fingers popping as she does this.

The man in the corner sighed; all that could be seen was a red ember prominent. He was smoking something. He exhaled, and a disgusting scent filled the air. "Irene, why are you here?"

She moved her hand to her nose; "I came to tell you something about Sherlock"

"What could you tell me that I didn't already know about him?"

Irene rolled her eyes, "I could tell you he's developed a fancy for someone."

A loud laugh bounced off the walls, making Irene cringe. "I find myself doubting that." Irene gave off an exasperated sigh as she dug into her hand purse, pulling out an envelope and throwing it at the man. After that there was the sound of it scraping across the ground followed by a disgusted, "Oh."

Slowly Irene began to walk over towards the silhouette, removing her coat and dropping it to the ground, followed by her gloves, and her hair clips. She lifted her skirt as she sat down on the man's lap. "His name Is John H. Watson, and he's a student at the same school as Sherlock and us. I don't know when they met but, they're already pretty close." the man put out his drug while pulling her closer to his groin, "And why haven't taken care of this?" he said, as she began to slowly grind on him.

She gave of a soft moan, "Come on, it's Sherlock," pulling down the mans zipper she continued, "He knows us too well. He's actively keeping us away from both John and he." The Man slid down her undergarments before pushing her to the ground still pressing him against her, "Hmm, I wonder why? We are such wonderful people." She chuckled while watching him free himself from his underpants, "Ah, I wonder as well. Mm, before we get... sidetracked I also wanted to mention that both Sherlock and his new companion will be working on the case of the dead chemistry teacher."

The Man slowly began to rub Irene's clit with his member, " Fantastic, this will make it easier for us to rip those two apart. Much like I'm about to do to you."

Irene rolled her eyes, "Can you hurry, I have people to see, and this place smells gross."

"Whatever you say Love."

"Don't call me your love. We both know that emotion has no place amongst the both of us."

"Speak for yourself. I Love playing games. And I love ah, playing games with both you and Sherlock."

"Mmm, well your games with Sherlock are in, ah ah, jeopardy. Unless we can, mn, get rid of this John fellow."

"Oh don't worry. Johns a nobody, at most he's a pawn. Come on Irene Move faster, There, yes ahh. Let's talk about this later. For now, just try to rouse as much trouble for them as possible."

Irene Nodded before grabbing the collar of the mans shirt and pulling him towards her, "Do you know how much you disgust me?"

He grabbed her hair and pulled it back before lowering himself to her neck, "Not as much as you bore me. If not for this, and your manipulation, I'd kill you along with that stupid teacher."

Irene groaned as he bit her neck, "I'll be glad to have Sherlock with us. I'm tired of seeing your ugly mug all the time."

He bit her neck harder, "Shut up and fuck."

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John sat quietly as he watched Sherlock analyze pictures of the Dead Chemistry teachers body. "Do you need any help?" No answer. John sighed as he brought himself up from his chair and walked towards the door of his room. "Do you want any tea?" still no answer. John walked out into the hall and was met by his sister. She seemed unnaturally... aware.

She stared at him before speaking, "What's going on? What are you doing in there?" John didn't answer and just walked past her. "Oh what, you're just going to ignore your big sister? How about a little conversation?" John continued to ignore her. "John! Talk to me!" John turned around, "And says what? Hm? Hey Harry how's it going getting high into the clouds? How's it going ignoring your younger brother and only talking with your drug dealer? Oh what a wonderful conversation we are having, but I think it's about time we wrap it up hm? So good-bye I have something more important to do." With this John turns away from his sister."Hey John I'm getting clean." John rolls his eyes, 'Clean off pot. And then you'll jump straight onto crack! Awesome!' He speaks, "Wow, and how long is that going to last?"

"Not long if I have to deal with that attitude, again, John what are you doing?" She followed him into the kitchen. Their mother was over the stove with a pan, as usual, and didn't bat an eyelash as her two children walked in besides her. John opened the fridge and saw it as almost empty, aside from the syringe, most likely belonging to Harry, a bottle of pills, his fathers, and a rather large package of skittles placed there by himself.

"Look if you want to hang around me at least be useful and get me a bowl from the cabinet." Harry scrunched up her face, "Normally I'd be offended, but right now I'm feeling compliant." She reached over and opened one of the cabinets while John pulled out his skittles. "Egh disgusting. How can you people live in a place so dirty?" John gave his sister a droll look as she smirked, "Don't look at me like that, and you know I'm joking."

"No, I wouldn't know. You haven't really been around me enough for me too know." he tore open his bag of skittles. Harry looked down at the bowl in her hands, before turning around and cleaning it in the sink.

While washing the bowl she started, "Look I know... I know I haven't been a great person. God Knows I've been a rotten older sister. I'm really trying this time, to get clean, and if you would just-" John closed the faucet and took the bowl "Harry, look I'm not in the mood to dwell on your short comings as a sister. We both know you messed up. If you want, you can come up to my room and keep me company. Want to start anew? Then let's start small."

Harry looked at John, glad he was giving her this opportunity. He really has grown up well, considering he has no friends... and a terrible family. She watched him pour the skittles in the bowl and turn; "Alright then follow me if you want to come." smiling she wobbled behind him.

Before he was able to turn the door knob to his room Harry spoke," I wish I had been a better sister to you."

John stopped moving. He started shaking and Harry thought he would hit her. He didn't. John shakily raised a hand and pushed her face back a bit. "Stop talking. You can still try just, shut up. Make it through this phase in your life. This phase of drug use, and run-ins with the law. And most importantly don't tell mom and dad about him."

Harry was nodding until John mentioned 'Him'. Confused she asked who, 'Him' is referring to and John only gestured to his door with a nod. Opening the door now he opened the door to Sherlock sitting on John's bed, typing away on his phone.

"Harry this is Sherlock he's my-" Sherlock looked up from his phone, interrupting John, and asked, "Your Johns sister." Harry nodded, a bit confused. "I'm your brother's boyfriend." Harry's jaw dropped, she stared bug eyed at her brother. John quickly sought to defend himself immediately, "Hey don't you criticize me, and you're gay too!" Harry scrunched her face up, "Yeah I know John I don't need you to remind me. Your rights we better not tell our parents."

John allowed a small smile, "Alright then. Good." smiling Harry walked closer to John and patted him on the back. "Good."

For the first time in a long time, everything seemed to be working in Johns favor. His world felt like a bright place again. He glanced at Sherlock, 'Ever since I met him.'

Nothing will separate us. He promised.

There we go. I've finished that chapter. AFTER SO LONG OH GOD WOWZA. Schools really been messing me up bro/ it sucks. FFFFFFHOPE YOU LIKED IT. I'm working on another story by the way. A new one. It's why I haven't been updating this one and my Naruto story recently (Sorry so sorry) It's a mystery story and I'm really excited to post it up. Whoop whoop/ please favorite and review - I will love you for ever if you do ! 3