Red Rover, Red Rover, Let Sherlock Come Over

Disclaimer: I do not own anything by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Prologue

Hey, Sherlock, watch this!

Six year old Sherlock Holmes stood as Rover, his invisible friend, pushed the tall vase off the table. At the loud crash, Miss Brahms, the Holmes's governess came out into the hall.

"Sherlock Holmes," she screeched," What on earth were you thinking?"

"It wasn't me," little Sherlock protested," It was Rover!"

"Rover? Not again! Why must you always blame your imaginary friend for everything bad you do," Miss Brahms asked.

"But, Rover's not imaginary! He's just indisable," he persisted.

"I'm getting tired of this! We're telling your parents, young man," Miss Brahms dragged Holmes down the hall by his ear to the room Mr. and Mrs. Holmes were in.

Four Years Later…

"You have to behave," a ten year old Holmes told Rover.

I am being good was Rover's response, I'm not getting caught.

"Yeah, I get blamed for everything you do, Rover," Holmes said.

That's not my fault Rover argued.

"I think it is," Holmes replied.

Well, if you're going to take that attitude with me, I don't want to be your friend anymore. I'm leaving Rover yelled.

"Fine, leave," Holmes yelled.

Then, Rover left, never to be seen again. Or was he…

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Chapter One: Look Whose Baack!

About ten years after Rover's leave from the Holmes', Sherlock Holmes was the World's Greatest Detective, living at 221 B Baker Street.

One day however, things were about to change.

Sherrie, I'm hooome!

Holmes knew that voice. It was Rover! Holmes turned around to see his former invisible friend.

"Rover? I thought we had an understanding about you not coming back," Holmes said.

I know, but I was feeling lonely, so I want us to be friends again.

"I do not think that would be such a good idea. I'm sharing this flat," Holmes replied.

I know, but I'll be quiet. He won't know I'm here. He won't be able to see me. Out of sight, out of mind, right, Sherlock?

"I'm not sure," said Holmes uncertainly.

Rover decided to take that as a yes, so he moved in with Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson at their flat on Baker Street.