"T-Trevor…" She couldn't believe it, this had to be some drug trip or extension to her current nightmare of today. "How?"

The brunette groaned, Helena climbed off him and helped him to his feet, holding his hand. She felt something a miss, looking down at their clasped hands to find some of his fingers missing. Helena held his hand inspecting it. His index and pinky finger were missing from his hand! In fear, she took his other hand, thankful all five fingers were accounted for.

"Oh, Lord…" She sighed, holding his hand tightly.

Trevor's squeezed her hands, swallowing thickly. "You shouldn't be out here, not alone." He warned, voice strained. "It's too dangerous for you."

Helena ignored him, her eyes shifting behind him where Jim had run off to. "No, no! Damnit!" She cussed, letting go of his hands and stomping around him. She groaned in frustration, and turned back with narrowed eyes. "Why did you stop me!?"

Trevor swallowed once more. "You have to leave." He tried to turn her back the way she came, nudging her shoulder. "Go- Go back to Holmes."

"That man-" Helena coughed, still feeling sore from the tackle. "I can't let him get away!"

"And I can't let him get to you!" He argued back. "Wherever Holmes is, go to him."

Trevor shoved her back, and turned ready to leave. Helena grabbed his shoulder and turned him back. "Wait." He looked back up, her eyes scanned his features before letting his shoulder go. "Are you helping him?"

Trevor shuddered at the assumption, he looked down avoiding her gaze. She stepped closer, "Are you?" She asked in a harsher tone.

"Not out of choice-"

"Choice?!" She barked, roughly turning for him to fully face her. He refused to face her glare. "You tried to kill my brother and you're helping a physcopath! Which, may I mention, helped in near harvesting your daughter's organs!"

Trevor froze, his head slowly rose to meet her features in shock. His daughter, the one he left at the orphanage? "W-w-w-what?"

Helena nodded, roughly letting his shoulder go. "Dally, she's named. After your last name, Dalton. She's safe, but thanks to Moriarty, she was almost harvested for her organs."

Helena ignored his shock, sighing as she looked around the dark dead night. The sounds of sirens were heard, hoping John and Sherlock were okay. Now with Moriarty gone into the night, she was worried they were in danger, or possibly Dally and Mrs. Hudson.

"Look, Dally is safe, she's under Sherlock's care and-"

"I'm sorry."

Helena frowned at that, she turned to ask why. But she was met with a blunt hit to her head, blacking out as she hit the concrete beneath her. Trevor stood over her body, taking out his phone with a shaky hand and took a photo. The flash lighting the road for a split moment, then a text with the photo was sent to the listed number on his phone. He crouched down and with the best effort he could give, heaved Helena into his arms.

"I'm sorry, so sorry."


Despite Helena was who knows where in the dark city and Sherlock stalked off, John had one person to confront about this entire ordeal; Mycroft Holmes.

John awaiting for the man's arrival, papers in his hands from the sneaky journalist. He knew the information about Sherlock wasn't from him, nor could it be Helena. The only other source John could fathom to be, was his own brother.

Once the sound of the shoes against wood came into the room, John heard a pause. Mycroft had arrived.

"She has really done her homework, Miss Riley." John started, filtering through the papers in his fingers. "There's things that only someone close to Sherlock could know."

John twisted his head, giving a half look to the older Holmes. With a dreading sigh, Mycroft closed the door behind him, a distinct 'ah' escaping his throat.

"Have you seen your brother's address book lately?" John asked as the door heaved a heavy slam. "There's three names, yours, mine, and Helena's. And Moriarty didn't get this stuff from me or her."

Mycroft took his time walking over to take the seat across from the doctor. "John-"

"So, how does it work, then? Your relationship?" John asked, determining the truth of how Jim got this information. "You go out for a coffee now and then, eh? You and Jim? Your own brother and you blabbed about his entire life to this maniac?"

Mycroft was rigid in his seat, giving a heavy swallow to form his words. "I never intend-I never dreamt-"

John cut him off, not wanting to hear the excuses. "This, see, this is what you were trying to tell me, isn't it?" John leered at him. "Watch his back, 'cause I've made a mistake."

John leaned over and slapped the papers on the table to his right. He cleared his throat, calming himself to get some straight answers tonight. "How did you meet him?"

"People like him, we know about them, we watch them." Mycroft started, his fingers hooked around the handle of his umbrella.

"But, James moriarty," Mycroft's scowl formed as he said the man's name. "The most dangerous criminal mine the world has ever seen, and in his pocket's the ultimate weapon; A key code. A few lines of computer code that can unlock any door."

"And you abducted him?" John asked. "To try and find the key code?"

"Interrogated him for weeks." Mycroft confirmed.

"And?"

"He wouldn't play along." Mycroft tilted his head, thinking back of the days watching it all. "He just sat there, staring into the darkness." He sighed and took a breath. "The only thing that made him open up-" He waved a hand, a small shrug was given. "I could get him to talk. Just a little. But-"

"In return, you has to offer him Sherlock's life story." John concluded. "So there's one big lie, Sherlock's a fraud." He paused, glancing up at the ceiling before back to Holmes. "But people will swallow it because the rest of it is true."

John winced and brought a finger to his lip, not finished with his conclusion. He leaned forward, staring up at Mycroft. "Moriarty wanted Sherlock destroyed, right? And you have given him the perfect ammunition."

The doctor just glared at the older Holmes, the man who usually had the answer for everything just sat there. The face of guilt, and utter defeat.

"Sherlock is now considered a fraud and criminal, along with me, and Helena is nowhere to be found." John stood, ready to take his leave.

Mycraft looked up, brows knotting. "What?"

"Oh yeah, Helena was being arrested like some animal. She ran right after moriarty when we confronted him and haven't heard from her since." John told, he glanced to his wrist watch, that was over an hour ago. "God hope she's alright." He muttered.

Mycroft felt his brain scrambled to try and figure this all out. Helena went after the man who kidnapped her and John, psychologically scarred her, and is plotting to destroy his little brother. Had Moriarty gotten his hands on her already, or was she wandering around blindly?

"John." He spoke, gaining the attention of him ready to leave. Raising his head, Mycroft exhaled a silent sigh. "I'm sorry."

John just simply scoffed, not finding his apology sympathetic let alone worth hearing. "Oh, please."

Mycroft watched John, ignoring the gesture. "John." He called again. The doctor hung his head, and looked over his shoulder once more, wanting to stomp right out of there.

"I'll find her." He said, taking a breath as John finally looked to him. "I'll find her." Mycroft repeated. 'Tell him, would you?"

John's thin lips just frowned, why would he care? He just sold his own brother, his own flesh and blood to a maniac and he thinks he'll save Helena? Wherever the Hell she might even be? John opened the door and stormed out, ignoring any looks he got from the men in the other rooms. After John left the building, he got a text from the younger Sherlock. Knowing where he was with the location, John made a beeline for St. Bart's.


Sherlock waited and he was as antsy as he's been in years. Awaiting for John and Helena to arrive was usual but with the sun ready to rise in a few hours, he needed them here now. He knew John would have gotten here by foot since a cab might be out of the question to keep his sight off any police still searching for them. He'd be late, so Helena must be arriving first any moment through one of the windows or the back doors.

He sat in the room, lights on bouncing off the white walls making it brighter. He had to make sure Helena knew what room and to see well when she arrived. Having her out there in the pitch dark and her condition with her eyes made him worry. Sure, he didn't show it well- Yet the rough throwing of the stress ball against the cabinets could be proof of him becoming more anxious by the second.

Soon the door opened and in came John "Got your message"

Sherlock paused in his throwing glaring at the floor. Not Helena, where could she have gone? Unless her sights are slowing her down, no response of a text we made. He looked out of the corner of his eye, no Helena following after John. Seemed he showed the signs of worry when he looked around the room, no sign of her here either.

Before Sherlock could speak, John's phone went off in his coat pocket. He answered it, glad to see it was Helena.

Tell Sherlock I'm staying

With my old friends.

-Helena

"That was Helena." John told, seeing Sherlock tense. "She's staying with some old friends."

"The homeless network, no doubt." Sherlock spoke, ignoring the fact she texted John not Sherlock. "She's safe and sound." He concluded.

John pocketed his phone, standing over the sitting man. He felt some stress leave him, Helena was with people she could trust. For sure she would be out of sight from police and safe from Moriarty.

"The computer code is key to this. If we find it, we can use it, beat Moriarty at his own game." Sherlock quickly spoke, twisting the ball around in his hands.

"What do you mean, use it?" John asked.

"He's used it to create a false identity." Sherlock looked up, switching the ball into his right hand. "So we can use it to break into the records and destroy Richard Brook."

John pointed a finger, knowing finally what the plan was. "And bring back Jim Moriarty again."

Sherlock rose to his feet, leaning onto the sterilized white counter. "Somewhere in 221b, somewhere, on the day of the verdict, he left it hidden."

"Uh-huh." John joined him, biting his lip in thought. "Dally was at the flat, sick with the flu."

"I put her in my room, he entered one room and that was main room." He assured, ofcourse he'd keep his daughter from him.

"What did he touch?" John asked.

"An apple, nothing else."

"Did he write anything down?"

"No." Sherlock for sure knew someone was left or told.

He tried to repeat the conversation in his head, looking for any hint in his words. John tapped his fingers on the counter, before walking a few steps to try and figure this puzzle out. Sherlock's fingers tapped and then made a certain pattern- That's it! He glanced he John, seeing him meander about as he let this muddle in his brain. Moriarty had left the code, he left it through tapping his finger during the conversation.

Not wanting to let John know, he slipped his phone out and sent a text straight to the man in question.

Come and play.
Bart's Hospital rooftop.
SH

PS. Got something
of yours you might
want back.

Sherlock slipped the phone back into his blazer pocket, all the while he just had to kill time until morning.


The hours progressed and it grew to early morning. John fell asleep at a table, Sherlock let him rest as he stayed awake. He was even more antsy, rolling the ball around on the table with his shoes propped up and leaning back as if he was lounging in an office.

John's phone rang waking up the tired man. He groaned as he raised his head, thinking it was maybe Helena since he didn't hear her arrive through the remainder of the night. "Yeah, speaking."

Sherlock silently watched, listening to John respond to the phone call.

"What?" John got to his feet, fully awake at the alarming news he was being given. "What happened? Is she okay?" The response sent his heart to sink in his chest. "Oh, my God. And-And Dally? There should be a little girl with her." John nodded stiffly at the response. "Right. Yes, I'm coming."

"What is it?" Sherlock asked once John hung up.

"Paramedics. Mrs. Hudson's been shot." He answered, trying to keep himself together. "Dally could be hurt too, but didn't say anything."

"What? How?" Sherlock questioned, showing little concern in his tone.

"Well, probably one of the killers you managed to attract. Jesus-" John grabbed his coat, taking a deep breath. "Jesus! She's dying, Sherlock. Dally is alone and scared, let's go."

"You go, I'm busy." Sherlock responded, monotone.

John turned with brows raised up. Wait- Sorry, what?! "Busy?"

"Thinking, I need to think." He told.

"You need to-" John was appalled, thinking at a time like this!? "Doesn't she mean anything to you? You once half killed a man because he laid a finger on her."

"She's my landlady." Sherlock shrugged, no care at all.

"She's dying!" John barked. "Dally is scared and what if she's hurt too?"

Sherlock looked down to the ball in his hand, he actually refused to respond. John was sickened by this. "She's your daughter!"

"Adopted." He corrected John, giving a steely stare. "Just adopted."

John was livid, he wanted to knock the bastard's lights out now. "You machine!" He yelled, then took a breath to calm himself down. John knew wasting his breath at this… machine was a waste of precious time.

"Sod this." He hissed. "Sod this. You stay here if you want. On your own."

John turned to march out. "Alone is what I have." Sherlock told him. "Alone is what protects me."

The doctor shook his head. "Nope! Friends protect people." He corrected, and threw the door opening rushing out of the hospital.

Once he was gone, Sherlock let out a heavy sigh. His gut twisted at his heartless response. The old Sherlock, many years ago, would've stuck by those words. But now, he knew he was wrong, and John was right. He had a friend, a landlady who was a second mother, a loving brave daughter, and a woman he loved deeply. He kept those three safe and sound by his actions, but knew one of them was still in danger.

The alert on his phone pulled him out of his thoughts, a response was finally made.

I'm waiting...
JM

PS. I got a bird
who is eager to
fly.
;)


Her arms and shoulders ached being tied like this for so many hours. Helena counted the minutes the best she could with her head making her feel sick from the concussion she gained. It took over an hour or so for her to regain some senses, though her sight wasn't fixed until the day arrived. Cloudy and no sun, a dreary day for her.

She looked down behind her, seeing her arms bound as she was tied up to a pipe on the roof. Which roof? By the time her sight was better, Helena knew where she was, on the roof right across from St. Bart's. She expected Moriarty to arrive any moment, but Trevor just stared across the way. He paced a few times and looked again.

"Trevor-" Helena winced as she tried to adjusting her position, wanting to stand and stretch her legs. Surprisingly, those weren't bound. "Just please, tell me what he's planning."

Trevor glanced her, but looked away just as fast.

"I know he wants to destroy Sherlock, if it means ruining his reputation and I play in the game too." She concluded, trying to ignore the recurring headache. "But, we can help you. Moriarty can be taken down- you know he can."

"It won't happen." Trevor muttered, his knuckles rapping against one another. Shoulders were hunched as he kept his eyes across the way. "He can't be taken down, he's better- Better than Holmes."

Helena groaned, trying to stand as she slid her arms up the pipe. "Why are you letting him do this? Dally, your daughter, will be in his hands if you let him do this."

Trevor suddenly tensed, raising a hand as if to signal someone. Helena looked over, squinting as she saw a dark figure on the roof of Bart's. The man sat down on the edge, looking like he was messing with his phone.

"Is that-?"

"He should be here soon." Trevor rapped his knuckles again.

Helena stared at the man for a good few minutes, then realized who he was. "That's him." Trevor didn't answer, Helena started to struggle in her spot. "Trevor, if you let me go right now, I can end all this!"

"Stop." He shushed her.

"I can get right across this roofs and reach him, he'd never see it coming."

"Just, stop it."

"Trevor!"

"SHUT UP!"

Trevor turned around and from his coat, brandished a handgun and aimed it right at her head. He hyperventilated, seeing her face contort to fear once the barrel was pointed at her temple. Once his mind registered this, he slowly pulled the gun away and let his damaged hand fly through his hair. Helena leaned away as he circled himself with a soft chuckling.

"Sorry, sorry…" He sighed, and gave an eerie smile to her. "I just need you to… to just, shut up. Please?"

Helena swallowed dry, nodding in compliance with him.

The tension rose to a red alert after that scene. Trevor already tried to have her brother killed and clearly wanted Sherlock gone. Would be have no trouble killing her too? His one and only friend?

Soon the man, who Helena was sure was Moriarty, looked to be talking to someone on the roof. His made motions with his arm, back toward them. Another figure, tall and dark, approached the edge looking over. The two talked, but soon the second figure made Helena grow alert again.

"Sherlo-!"

Trevor slammed the gun against her head. She fought to keep herself conscious from the hit, as blood dripped down her head. But soon the ringing in her ears and Trevor's voice faded.


"I can still prove that you created an entirely false identity." Sherlock argued, trying to prove his could still win against this man.

Jim just rolled his eyes. "Oh, just kill yourself, it's a lot less effort." He suggested.

Sherlock sighed, turning away. He had to win this, the code meant nothing and how he got access to those locations was nothing what Sherlock thought. He refused to let this bastard win- for good.

"Go on." Jim encouraged. "For me." He 'squealed' out a please just before Sherlock roughly grabbed him by the coat and held him by the ledge of the building. Sherlock's grip was tight, jostling him to show he wanted to throw him off badly- Oh so badly!

"You're insane." Sherlock hissed.

Jim didn't seem to affected by the statement. "You're just getting that now?" Sherlock holds him further out, showing he was not up for this charade any longer.

"Okay, let me give you a little extra incentive." He offered, arms out but stare held strong. "Your friends will die if you don't."

Sherlock froze, Jim rolled his eyes in a distinct direction. Sherlock's blue eyes followed, his stomach sank when he saw Helena on the roof across the way. Trevor held her head by her hair and pressed a gun to her temple. The man was clearly trembling at the action, but Sherlock saw red on her face and she wasn't responding- knocked out cold.

"Helena-"

"Oh, more than her." Jim assured.

"John?"

"Not just them. Everyone." Jim whispered.

"Mrs. Hudson?"

"Everyone!"

"Dally?"

"Every-Single-One!"

"Lestrade?"

Four bullets, three gunman." He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "I'd call him over their an errand boy, but he'll do. She's special."

Moriarty's hand waved, Sherlock watched as Trevor untied the unconscious Helena. He pocketed the gun and dragged her toward the edge. She soon stirred, and panicked when she saw the ground below. No noise, Sherlock saw he had gagged her mouth to keep her from making a scene with her screaming.

"Five victims. There's no stopping them now."

Sherlock is given the incentive to pull Jim back up, letting his grip go of him. Her blue eyes were glued to Helena, as Trevor pulled her slightly from the edge. She struggled with her arms bound but knew she could be pushed off if she tried.

"Unless my people see you jump." Jim ordered at him. "If she doesn't see you jump, you'll see her jump."

Jim stepped back, enjoying the horror in Sherlock's features. "You can have me arrested. You can torture me. You can do anything you like with me. But nothing's going to prevent them from pulling the trigger." He glanced over his shoulder, tilting her head. "Or have the Hawk fall."

"You're only three friends in the world, only daughter in the world, and only woman who actually loves you will die. Unless-"

"Unless I kill myself, complete your story." Sherlock answered.

Jim just nodded, finding utter enjoyment in it all. "You've got to admit, that's sexier."

"And I die in disgrace."

"Of course, that's the point of this." Jim pointed toward Helena. "And she witnesses it all. Would be a tragic love story if she just, followed you, wouldn't it?" Sherlock stared down at the concrete below, where people were walking to and fro.

"Off you pop." Jim encouraged Sherlock until he took the step onto the ledge.


Helena on the roof across started panicking and struggled against Trevor. He pushed her away from the edge, she fell still dizzy from getting hit twice in the head.

"Trevor…" She mumbled, the gag around her mouth falling over her chin. "Please… Don't do this…"

Trevor just paced, soon finding himself in a panic over this ordeal. "Just need him to bloody jump!" He shouted impatiently, seeing Sherlock just stand on the edge.

Helena sat up, almost falling forward but caught herself. "This isn't going to fix anything."

"This will fix us." He argued.

"Fix us?" Helena was confused, was Trevor making sense or was it her banged up brain making things worse. "Fix what? You mean us being homeless?"

Trevor spun around at her. "I mean us, you and me! We were fine together until you met that sod!" He barked, pointing at Sherlock who had turned around. Once he was away from the edge and going towards Moriarty, Helena seemed less tense.

"I-I don't know what you mean." She urged, keeping his attention on her. If she saw Sherlock wasn't near the edge, he might actually push her off.

Trevor gripped his dark hair in anger. "We were perfect!" He cried out to the sky. "It was going to be you and me, together in this world. I only needed you, and you only needed me."

Helena frowned deeply, her brows knotted in both a mix of fear and concern. "Trevor, I-"

"I agreed to help Moriarty. He promised you would come back to me, if I helped him get rid of Sherlock." He confessed, fists clenched at his side. His kept his gaze at the cloud receding sky.

He turned to Helena, the leer in his eye made her lean back once he knelt down to her. His hands on his shoulders, trembling, made her want to shrug them off. "I love you, Helena. I love you so damn much!"

Once he leaned toward her face, Helena took the defense to raise her foot and shove him against his chest. He stumbled back, astounded by her reaction.

"Trevor, you were my first best friend." She told sternly, getting to her feet to stand over him. "I thought, beck in those days it was me and my best buddy. You're a brother to me." Helena stepped toward him, the look of guilt on her face. "I'm sorry. But, I love Sherlock."

Trevor felt his world falling apart at those words. He shook his head, stepping back from her. She stepped forward to try and reason with him.

"I love you, as family- Family I couldn't have." She told, trying to get his attention back. "But now, after all that's happened."

Trevor looked over at her, he trembled at the words that escaped her look of guilt faded away as her eyes narrowed and brows lowered, she was glaring at him now. "You put people I love in danger, my family on the line just for this? You don't love me, Trevor. You're obsessed with me."

"I love you!" He yelled, glaring back at her.

"No, you don't."

"I've loved you since the day you found me!" He barked, jabbing his thumb into his chest. "Ever since that day, nothing else matter but you in my life!"

"If you loved me, you wouldn't be doing this!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. They both looked across the roof, not seeing anyone in their angle being on a lower level. Trevor stepped forward, Helena felt her heart pounding fearing the worst. Trevor then shook his head, knowing what the gunshot meant.

"He actually did it…" He muttered, then a smile broke out and he started laughing hysterically. "He did it!"

"What happened!? What did who do!?" Helena demanded.

Trevor rushed over to Helena and to her surprise, cut her bindings and hugged her tightly. Helena shoved him quickly, checking the circulation in her wrists. "You killed him!?" She cried, feeling her eyes grow wet and hot.

Trevor looked up, beaming at the sight before him. Helena followed, almost relieved to see Sherlock. But once he stood at the edge once more, she grew tense again. But her sights on the man were distracted when Trevor tugged at her hands toward the door where he carried her up.

"C'mon! We're free!" He told, as giddy as a school girl.

Helena yanked her arm back, turning her attention to Sherlock. Trevor watched the two look at one another, he was growing angry and went over to Helena grabbing both hands. "We can go!"

"Let go of me!" She fought against him, punching his shoulder. "Let go!"

But the struggle didn't last long. Trevor reached for the door, and once his hand touched the knob, a single wheezy gasp escaped his lungs. He let his grip on Helena go, and he slumped against the door. Helena was shocked when she saw blood smear against the door when he slid down and fell to the ground. She rushed to his side, checking his pulse, but found nothing. Blood was oozing from his chest, from a silent gunshot wound. Helena stood up, stepping back from Trevor's lifeless body. Her phone suddenly rang, making her jump. She fished it out of her pocket, seeing Sherlock's name. Helena turned, looking up to see him on his phone as he stood at the edge. Without hesitation, she answered it.

"Sherlock! Are you alright? Did he-"

"Helena, I'm sorry." He spoke, a tone she hadn't heard in forever. "It's all true, everything- Everything they said about me. It's all true."

Helena stammered, her eyes on the man standing over the edge of the building dangerously. "Sh-Sherlock, please. Step down from the edge." Her voice shook as she pleaded with him. "Please, just-"

"I know I never said it, and I'm sorry I never did." His voice cracked, as he stared down at her from above. I… I love you." Her hand covered over her mouth, fighting back the urge to let a sob be heard. "I love you so much, I love you and Dally."

"Sherlock, why-why do this? Why do any of this? I'm safe, we're safe!" She cried into the phone, falling to her knees. "Please, don't do this!"

"Take care of her, for me." He pleaded, a sniffle heard from the phone. "Tell her, I'll always love her, and I'm sorry."

"Sherlock…" Helena's tears sped down her cheeks, coming without a care as her eyes were glued to the man. "Please… Don't-"

A click at the end made her release more sobs. Her phone dropped from her hand and cracked once it made connection to the concrete. Her arms limp at her side as she sagged watching him. He was on the phone, no doubt calling another, possibly John wherever he was.

Helena made her haste to the door, but froze at Trevor's body slumped against the door. But she had to stop this. Helena gripped his shoulders and shove him off the door. Ignoring the blood pooling, she stepped toward the door and yanked at the , it was unlocked.

Stumbling and running down the stairs, skipping every two steps, Helena burst out the back door just as she heard a bellowing voice.

"SHERLOCK!"

It was John's voice! She ran around the building and out toward the street, seeing John getting up from the ground. Had he fallen? She rushed to his side, helping him up to his feet.

"John! Where's Sherlock!?" She cried, no longer seeing him on the roof.

He lead her around the corner, seeing a crowd of people gather. Their hearts sank, John was near coherent from his head injury of the fall. Shoving themselves passed, Helena felt the world go in slow motion. Laying on the cement, pool of blood and drenching his face, Sherlock Holmes laid lifeless. His eyes were wide but looked empty, face growing pale as John tried to reach for him, crying that's my friend repeatedly. Helena was shoved in different directions, but soon fought her way to him. She reached out, her fingertips brushing his sharp bloody cheek just barely feeling his cold skin. The faded pleads of John repeating 'he's my friend' over and over again.

The two were forced to be away, Helena kept crying as her knees crashed to the cement. A gurney arrived, taking Sherlock and rushing into the building. John just stood there, in total shock of the sight of his dead best friend. Helena curled herself up, blood staining her knees and hands as she pressed her head against the wet cold pavement. Her sobs echoed out for all to hear, John's hand pressed gently against her back, circling in comfort motions. He muttered to her and tried to calm her down. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and raised her up, but she slumped into his chest sobbing without any control to stop. John just held her, not a tear shedding feeling he was unable to lose control with her broken already.


The news rang out, Sherlock Holmes death by suicide. Once the news hit home, Mrs. Hudson was the first to worry for poor Dally. John and Mrs. Hudson approached her, giving her the news that her new father was now dead. She locked herself in his room for days, accepting food Mrs. Hudson left in front of the door. Helena, she was nowhere near the flat. John was highly concerned, but receive text messages and photos of her, proving she was alive and alright.

Well, far from alright, but alive.

The ordeal with the police was settled over John and he was free to be on the streets. Lestrade sent his condolences, deeply saddened by the lost of him as well. He said things were also settled over Helena's arrest, but John said he had no clue where she was in the city. Lestrade offered to send someone to look for her, or to search himself. John knew if a police officer found her, she'd bolt thinking she was going to be arrest. Lestrade apologized for that night, never expecting her to be arrest, and in such a manner.

Dally was kept from school, with the news flooding the school. But she still did school work, she requested to have the homework and classmates dropped it off. Some offered to help her with it, wanting to visit, and even offered her to visit their homes and sleepovers. She declined, with the word of Mrs. Hudson.

The main concern was what would happen to Dally.

Shockingly, they found a will about what would come to Dally if Sherlock were to die. John was fearful he knew this would happen or with the line of work he had. But, the will claimed Dally would be given guardianship under Helena Shaw.

Only problem?

Helena still hadn't shown up at the flat.

John had to take care of this.


The doctor waited in the park, hoping she would arrive after sending his request through text. Eventually, Helena was found walking up in his direction. She looked different- but not unrecognizable. She looked like… when he first met her. Hair unkempt and unwashed, clothing ripped and held many stains. Some dirt can be seen on her cheekbone, she was even thinner than before.

"Hey, John." She greeted, a smile but it didn't reach her eyes.

John returned it with a short stiff one. He offered her a spot on the bench at sat at, she accepted with a sigh. He observed her a little longer, before his eyes scanned before the cold empty park.

"How you been?" She asked, beating him to it.

He took a breath, "Managing." John answered. "Found a flat."

Helena glanced to him, "You're moving out?" she asked.

John nodded, "Yup." he confirmed. John leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I've decided it's time to move on."

Helena nodded, lounging back as she watching the birds fly pass. "Will Dally join you?"

That's what John was waiting for. "She- uh, she can't come with me."

Helena frowned, "Wait, what? Why not?" she turned her body showing concern. "Does she want to stay at the flat with Mrs. Hudson?"

John looked to her, "No, she can't because I'm not her guardian." he pointed at her. "You are."

Helena stood, almost defensive like. "Look, I know Sherlock's last r-request-" Helena paused, taking a breath to compose herself. John knew just saying his name was hard for her. "He asked me to take care of her. But, how can I?"

John stood, giving her a hard stern look. "You have to be there for her. She's been locked in his room since day one."

"I know, I-I'm sorry that-"

"Helena." John placed his hands on her shoulders, she looked away. He squeezed her shoulders, getting her to look at him. "We found his will, in that will, Sherlock left Dally under your care."

Helena's eyes went wide, "He- Did he know- I-" she shook her head pressing her hand to her forehead. "Jesus Christ, John." Helena pulled away, rubbing her eyes to keep them dry. "John, I-I…" She looked to him, looking lost and scared. "How can I?"

John sighed, wishing he knew the answer. But, the only advice he could give, "Be there for her."


DEEP APOLOGIES! College got me hard with photo, animation, and most of all MATH!

I also have been finding myself not enjoying myself in writing anymore. I don't know why, it feels more like a hassle than a fun hobbie. It feels the same as I felt with cosplaying, but that was growing to be a waste of money.

I talked with my painting professor for advice and she asked me what about writing these that I loved. I realized then it was the creative ideas, planning, and writing how characters were feeling. So I rewatched all of Sherlock season 1 and 2 and felt motivated again!

DO NOT WORRY! I do plan to finish this damn story, I just need to note the plot down like I've done with my Walking Dead series.

No Supernatural story will be made, the show is too long and I'll never finish it. Plus I couldn't decide what to do by season five, so not worth it.

BUT- If you are a fan of the recently best Rockstar game, Red Dead Redemption II. If so, expect a new story coming this Summer! I'll be posting the first chapter May after my Semester is over. The game breaks the story into chapters, and I've written up to chapter 3 of the game, which is deep in the story. If you are interest, I highly suggest to play the game. If not, you can find videos of the game made into 16 hour movie like videos. Though, I will be going in the mission order I played the game in my third time around to built the story. Keep an eye out!

Thanks JazmynB, angxlinx.241190, EMyra, UzuRunner, sophieschnau, Shin Maxwell, ForbiddenRose22, Queenofdoom4, KHRtuna27, Jack-Lynn-lan, pifolo, jodieriot, LilyLocks, lugiaiscool12, tvxqteentop, Andreatapia123, JediGemini, Amithelia Amithelia, for the follows and favorites!

Bored411- Yes, I've gone through other stories to assure I'm going original here. Many people have done 'the oc knew' way which I disagree with. Some go for the with John, very common, or never see it and find out through John later. Very rare, those ones. This was the deal I went with, seeing how Helena was built up!

dragonfox123- Thanks!