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Joseph - 16
Nina - 6
Emily - 13
Mason - 8
Riley - 10
Clara - 5
Natty - 9
Halie - 14
Marie - 8
Dan - 12
Ricky - 13
Lisa - 7
Carlo - 11
Mikey - 9
Cedric - 3
"Ow my head." Mikey moaned as he picked himself off the ground.
The boy bought his palm to the right corner of his brow and felt the bloody gash there, judging by the blood on the bottom run of the fire escape he was laying near it must of been responsible for the injury. Groaning his stood up and found his was wedged between a wall and a dumpster, great he would stink now.
What on earth was he doing out here? He didn't remember.
He must of had a row with his dad and ran away again, oh well he was hungry and like always would have to head home now. He walked out of the alley way and found himself on Baker Street, great his house was on the other side of town, how did he even get this far from home?
"Mikey!"
He turned and saw a girl with red hair standing across the road from him, when he crossed she promptly flung herself at him making him jump in shock.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" She snapped when she finally released him, "Dad's been worried sick."
"Dad?" He choked, "Dad's been worried about me?"
His dad had never worried about him in the slightest, ever.
"Of course he is, in his own way." She chided, "You disappear all night, no note no nothing! Just gone! He's gone through half a packet of nicotine patches trying to figure out where you went! Don't you know better? Especially after what happened to Natty a few months back."
"Natty?" He questioned, what on earth was this girl on about.
"Who's Natty?"
"Our sister, dolt." She sighed, "Come on, quit kidding around and let's get Uncle John to look at your head."
"Uncle who?" He coughed, "I don't have an uncle..."
The girl apparently didn't hear him, or chose to ignore him as she dragged him inside a house and up into the top flat. Inside was a man with sandy blonde hair sitting at the desk, he sighed in apparent relief when he saw Mikey.
"Mikey where on earth have you been?" He chided, "And what happened to your head?"
"I um, hit it?" He supplied as the man crouched down and proceeded to dabb at it with some cotton wool from the bag on his desk. Mikey flinched at the touch, nobody ever touched him before, save to hurt him.
"Sherlock!" The man called, "Mikey's back!"
"Who's Sherlock?" Mikey asked, the blonde man gaped at him then quickly began examining the cut on his head with more energy.
Before he could ask again a tall man with curly black hair flew into the room dramatically, he looked at Mikey with a critical eye that made him shiver slightly.
"Michael where have you been?" He asked seriously.
"Oooh full name, you know you're in trouble when dad pulls that one." The girl grinned.
"Dad?" Mikey spluttered looking the tall man up and down, "You're not my dad...don't get me wrong I hate my dad but, you're not him."
"Mikey." The blonde man hushed, "Do you know who I am?"
"No." Mikey replied honestly.
"I'm John, your uncle."
"I don't have an uncle..."
"What's your name?" John asked seriously, "Your full name."
"Michael Barrowman..."
The tall man made a kind of growl and retreated down a hallway into a room, slamming the door with a frightening bang.
"Did...I do something wrong?" Mikey asked quietly.
"He's just upset." John sighed, "Mikey I know it's hard for you to believe but that was Sherlock Holmes, your father. He's been looking after you since you were five years old, You're name has been Michael Holmes for over a year now."
"What?" He cried, "I can;t of forgotten all that I...and who are you?"
The question was aimed at the red haired girl who was looking on in shock.
"I'm one of your sisters, Clara" She replied.
"One of?"
"There are fifteen of us."
"I have fourteen brothers and sisters?" He choked, "But...But I...I cant!"
"You've hit your head very hard." John sighed, "I'm sure this is just temporary. You just need to find something that will jog your memory, once that happens your memories should come back quickly."
...
Sherlock paced his room, ignoring the strange feelings in his chest.
Mikey had forgotten him.
It wasn't the boys fault, he hadn't chosen it but it still hurt some some reason. He could hear the conversation going on between the boy and John, he had to trigger Mikey's memory somehow. He began to think...
...
"So, what do we usually do together anyway?" Mikey asked as he walked along the streets on London with Sherlock.
"I solve crimes, you occasionally help and I teach you." Sherlock replied, "The public school system is a joke."
"Oh okay."
He wasn't sure what to say next, neither did his 'dad' so it seemed. They had tried talking, looking at pictures, meeting the other children. Nothing worked. Sherlock had even tried to teach him to experiment but he had only succeeded in lighting a table cloth on fire. Finally the air became much too awkward and Mikey broke away from Sherlock, who made no attempt to follow him.
He ended up closer to his old home with his old father, it was a rough neighborhood but it gave him a small amount of comfort. He walked forever until he heard the all too familiar sounds of a mugging, pushing, shoving and threats. He peered into the alley way to see a teenage boy running away from a woman who was sobbing on the ground. He had a handbag in his arms that clearly did not belong to him, it made Mikey's blood boil.
"Hey give that back!" he yelled, blocking the exit to the alley.
"Shove off kid." The older boy sneered.
"You have to size up your opponent, find their weakness, use it against them. While at the same time, figuring out how your own talents can help you do it."
A strange voiced floated through his head, Sherlock had told him that some time. He remembered. Quickly his eyes darted over the boy infront of him, he was favoring his left leg, meaning the right as weaker for some reason. Most likely an injury.
So he swept his feet, hitting behind the right leg and the older boy cam crashing down just as predicted. Almost immediately the elder grabbed for Mikey's foot.
"Make your environment work for you."
Mikey jumped, pushing off the wall and landing on the teenagers back.
"Mikey!"
He looked up to see Sherlock running towards him.
Click.
He remembered, God how could he forget! Mikey smiled.
"Vatican Cameos dad!"
Im afraid this story is coming to a close soon, so if there is anything you really wanna see before I upload the final chapter, now is the time.