John studied the girl as she slept. She had a striking resemblance to Sherlock, but her face was much more feminine. Mycroft had told him one that while he got his a father's looks, Sherlock got their mother's - and it was clear that Adeline had gotten them as well.

She posed quite a mystery to John. He had never known whatsoever that Sherlock had any siblings other than Mycroft. And as far as he could tell, she was about ten years younger than him.

She had dark hair that framed her face, which contrasted with her pale skin - not quite Sherlock pale, but close - and she had the same light green eyes as him. He wondered if she and Sherlock had a different mother than Mycroft.

"John, go out and get her some clothes. She has nothing but the ones she came in. Size 16 for everything, size 7 shoes."

"Even..."

"Yes, John. Don't be childish. 34B."

"Why do you-"

"For goodness' sake just go."

John had gone out and awkwardly bought Adeline multiple sets of clothes. He had no idea what style she had so he just went with what most of the young women around him wore.

When he got back, he handed the bags over to her.

"Thanks, John. Sher, you should have gone."

"I have a reputation to keep." John sighed.

"So does he. And you have an excuse. Where are my other clothes?"

"Here." It was evidence, so Sherlock had kept it. But he wasn't going to go searching without permission from Adeline.

"Thanks. Now shoo. Both of you."

She looked at herself in the mirror. Thanks to John's intuition, he had bought her a hairbrush as well. She was wearing black Converse (almost, anyway), black skinnies, a yellow spaghetti-strap tank top under a white off-the-shoulder sweater and a yellow version of Sherlock's scarf. Her dark hair hung loosely, ending just below her shoulders.

As well as that she wore her most prized possession - a pocket watch. It wasn't really a pocket watch though, it was more of a neck watch in the style of a pocket watch. A long, dulled chain held the mini clock - it was a windup, and it was still on American time. She changed it, then closed it and studied the cover of the face.

It was beautiful, if slightly worn. The border of it had little four-pointed stars interchanging with rainbows. Inside the border were five-pointed stars, and only the outline of the stars were metal. The rest was just empty. You could slightly see the face if you looked through them.

She flipped it over to the back, decorated with thistles and small flowers with flowing lines. The watch was only about as big as an eye, but to her it meant everything. Sherlock had given it as a gift on her tenth birthday, and here it still was, fifteen years later.

"Addi? Are you okay?" came his voice. She placed the watch back under her sweater and walked towards the door. As she opened it, the smell of bacon wafted in.

"Sher, is that, could it be? Bacon?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"I believe so. Although I'm not sure if you should touch it - John's cooking."

"You shouldn't be so harsh on him. As far as I can tell he's the best thing that's ever happened to you."

"Oh please. Better things have happened."

"Like what?" He stared at her for a second, then turned and walked down the stairs. "Told you." she chuckled.

"Your bacon, milady."

"Why thank you, good knight." Sherlock looked questioningly at her, and she just shrugged.

They all sat around the table together, which Adeline had managed to clear all of the books off. It was extremely rare that the duo ate together at the table, as most of the time they had takeaway and Sherlock just sat and ate in the living room.

John looked over at Adeline. She was wearing some of the clothes he had bought her. But he didn't buy her a scarf.

"Where'd you get the scarf?"

"Oh, this?" she said, twiddling it around with her fingers. "Every Holmes has a scarf. Even Mycroft, he has a red one for when he's not wearing a suit."

"So, you're like the three primary colours then? Blue, yellow and red?" Sherlock and Adeline glanced at each other quickly, and he shook his head very slightly, a silent answer of 'no' to her silent question of 'does he know?'.

"Yup! They're basically all of our personalities as well - Mycroft has the big fancy life but he's really nice, I'm the most outgoing and sunny of us, and Sher's always shy and he can come across as cold and mean but if you know him for long enough you find the warmer, softer pastel colours." He sent a glare towards Adeline, but she just smiled.

"Okay... How long do you have to know him for?"

"Oh, I don't know... Ten years, maybe?" Another glare was sent flying but was deflected.

John laughed. It was nice to know that not all of the Holmeses were so detached and professional.

"So what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an artist, and occasionally an author."

"Really? Considering your brothers, I would have suspected something..."

"More crimey? Political? Yeah, most people do. But I'm also a freelance consulting detective."

"Aren't all Holmeses?" John chuckled. Adeline looked down for a minute, stirring her drink. He noticed a chain on her neck, mostly hidden by the scarf. The necklace went under her sweater so he couldn't see it.

"Could I see your necklace?" Both the Holmeses looked surprised.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." she complied, lifting the chain over her head and handing it to John.

It was a little pocket watch, embellished with stars, rainbows and flowers. He clicked open the cover and looked at the quartz face, plain yet stunning. He closed it and handed it back to Adeline.

"It's beautiful, you know. You should wear it out of your jumper." She nodded, and slipped it back around her neck but left it outside.

They put the dishes away and cleaned up, then moved to the living room. Adeline and Sherlock were on the couch and John was in the leather chair.

"I can't believe you still have that." Sherlock sounded scornful, but Adeline could tell that it was really amazement.

"Of course I do. I still have the scarf, don't I?"

John was lost. "Am I missing something?"

"I gave that to her for her birthday when I was twenty."

"And I was eleven." They pretty much confirmed his suspicions of their age gap. But he wondered why were they being so sentimental about just an old pocket watch.

"Um, so, are you used to this?" John gestured towards the mess in the room, created by Sherlock himself. John had always been amazed at how his mind was so organized, yet his living space was so... Well, disorganized.

"I've always been quite messy, so yeah. But I didn't see Sherlock that often, so I would have expected him to have grown out of the mess."

"Hmm. Well, he is quite childish."

"I'm still here, you know."

"Same old Sherly. You should get used to him in time."

"I've known him for a year and a bit."

"So you should be relatively familiar with his... hobbies. How many severed heads and fingers have you seen?"

"More than enough." The two laughed. Sherlock, however, scowled.

"You people just do not get the practical use of severed body parts." Adeline patted him on the head and placed her chin on his shoulder.

"Come on, Sher. I don't know if John does, but I certainly do."

"Yes. When was the last time you had a full body to examine?"

"I dunno. Lestrade and Molly are so much nicer than the American guys. All of those silly people just don't know how to examine things properly." She shook her head and sighed. "Anyway, I've got some shopping to do! You need anything?" The question was directed at John. Not only did she look at him, but her hand also covered Sherlock's mouth.

"Milk, tea, average things. Thanks." She nodded, got up, grabbed her coat and walked out. She also took Sherlock's keys.

"She seems nice."

"She is nice. That's how she's different." John's brow creased in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Sherlock scoffed.

"Oh, John, how I envy your mind. It must be so peaceful, being oblivious." John scowled. "You know what I mean. Anyway, you know me. You know Mycroft. We aren't exactly nice, are we? That's why she' different. She's sociable. Always has friends, always has company. She's still smart, but she believes in the whole 'emotions are what makes us who we are' thing. She needs emptions, in a way, or else she wouldn't be as good of an artist."

"So what you're saying is that your sister is actually not a robot?"

"Of course she's not."

"It was sarcasm, Sherlock. Sarcasm."

"Oh, shut up and make me tea."

"Why should-"

"Tea!" John mumbled a 'fine' and left to the kitchen to make some tea. Sherlock stood up, grabbed a gun and shot the wall.

"BORED!"

Hello, again! Look, I'm posting this in the same day as my author's note and my first chapter to try and get more views and junk! Woo!

Anyway, I have gathered information from multiple sources to create this work of fiction. (If only it wasn't. *sighs*) My primary source: Wikipedia! That's everyone's favourite source of endless information.

Secondary source: John Watson's blog! Yes, it is real. And it will most likely come back online when season 3 comes out. *FANGIRL SCREAMING AND SPASMING* But anyway, it's really cool. Go check it out, just search john watson blog on google and it should be the first one that comes up. (The counter's still stuck on 1895! How cool is that?)

Whatever-the-name-is-for-the-third source: Sherlock's website! The Science of Deduction is also real. Of course, you can't actually try and get him to solve a case for you and unfortunately you cannot read about the Analysis of Tobacco Ash nor the Analysis of Perfumes, but it's still pretty cool. And to ruin it for you, in case you look, the third hidden message is using the pigpen cipher and it means 'SHERLOCK I HAVE FOUND YOU'. Wikipedia is amazing.

Peace out, sea pandas!

~Risorial Paraph