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Recap:
"She's coming Holmes, you have no say in the matter" Holmes opened his mouth to protest but closed it again, realising he was alone, and there was no one to hear him complain.
Bonnie sighed as she wiggled on the uncomfortable bench seat of the hansom cab, her hands gripped the sides of the seat nearly splitting the silk of her expensive white and lilac wrist length gloves. "Ow! John why do you have to live so far away?" she muttered to herself, as she shuffled about, trying to keep herself upright as well as the four expensive hat boxes that were piled high next to her on the seat. "5 minutes till we reach baker street mam." Called the driver, making a wave of relief run through her body, as she grabbed her compact mirror in an effort to make herself presentable to her brother and his companion. She grimaced as she looked into her reflection taking note of the travel worn dark patches below her big brown eyes that told her she needed to rest, her normally porcelain pale skin had turned almost transparent and stray dark curls were protruding from under her lilac bonnet that matched her dress and gloves. "Hmm, John is going to think the worst when he sees me like this!" She mumbled as she put the compact away and readied herself to get out as her cab ground to a halt in the bustling chaos of Baker Street.
"Doctor Watson, I believe your sister is here, a cab just arrived." Mrs Hudson called as she knocked on the doctor's door. Watson crossed to the window, excusing himself from his patient watching a young woman dressed in a lilac dress with a matching lilac bonnet and a white shawl pulled taught around her shoulders descend down the makeshift steps as the Cab driver unloaded two navy style trunks and a collection of hat boxes.
"Mr Jones, I'm going to have to end our appointment now I'm afraid. Just go to the pharmacy and get this prescription filled out. You should be free of that insomnia in no time. Just remember to take 1 an hour before you go to bed." Watson ushered the man out of his office before hastily pulling on a coat and rushing out of the front door to meet his sister. "Bonnie!" he called as his feet hit the bottom set of the steps, making the tiny brunette spin around to face him. "John!" she squealed rushing to him and throwing her arms around him in a big hug. "Are you visiting or moving in?" he asked with a smile eyeing the trunks and hat boxes that cluttered the pavement around their feet. "Oh, John, you know what I'm like, I've never been able to pack light. It used to infuriate Inigo remember." She said with a smile as she took her brothers arm, allowing herself to be led up the stairs. "Yes, but I thought living with Aunt Ellen would have snapped you out of that habit." He laughed closing the door behind him, leaving Bonnie to look around the vast hallway, admiring the dark wood of the staircase and the beautiful paintings on the ornately decorated walls. "This house is beautiful." She commented sweetly. "Thank you, would you like a cup of tea Miss Watson?" Asked Mrs Hudson as she joined the pair in the hallway, as Watson removed his sister's shawl hanging it up on the coat rack beside his. "Tea would be a splendid idea Mrs Hudson, Will Holmes be joining us?" Watson asked as he led his sister to the drawing room and sitting her down on the long red and gold sofa. "I certainly hope not Doctor; all he's done today is bash and crash about muttering to himself. I went in to collect his laundry and all he did was shout and accuse me of poisoning him again. You should be glad I have nerves of steel Doctor, or I wouldn't be able to cope with him. I'll just get that tea."
Bonnie raised her eyebrows at the homely looking land lady's strong accusation and the way the words were spat with venom. Watson seeing the slightly unnerved look on his younger sister's face took her hand reassuringly with one hand while leaning his cane against the chair he was sitting in with the other. "Is she always that unhappy?" Bonnie asked sliding her boots off of her stocking covered feet and tucked her legs up underneath her in another awkward attempt to get comfortable and abandoning the idea of maintaining the look of 'a lady of wealth and society' Watson quirked his eyebrows at her action, it reminded him of when they were young and she would sit like that, often being told off by their parents for it. "No, no, she's usually quite happy. Unfortunately Holmes is going through a particularly difficult patch; he makes it very hard for her. Poor woman." Bonnie just nodded and thanked Mrs Hudson as she placed a silver tray onto the table in front of the siblings. "Mrs Hudson, if you are taking him some tea up, could you let him know, I'll be with him shortly please? I need to speak with him." The old lady nodded her head and withdrew calling "As you wish Doctor" as she disappeared from the room.
"Right I really must go and talk to Holmes, my dear; I shall only be a short while, I'm sure there are things around here to amuse you in my short absence." Watson said standing and brushing down his waistcoat as he kissed Bonnie's hand and left the room. The young woman sighed not liking to be left alone; she got up and padded barefoot into the laundry room, where Mrs Hudson was washing clothes over a giant metal tub. "Mrs Hudson is there anything I can do?"
"Holmes, I hear you've been making things difficult for Mrs Hudson. This wouldn't have anything to do With Bonnie's presence would it?" Holmes looked indignantly up from the gun he was turning over constantly in his hands. "No, why would it? It of course would NOT inconvenience me to have a woman living in my quarter's dear Watson." The detective said sarcastically placing the gun down, and replacing it with his pipe. "She will get under our feet and cause nothing but chaos Watson, mark my words." Watson shook his head and slammed the end of his cane down onto the desk beside Holmes making him jump. "Holmes, she is my sister! I will not have you talking to her that way. You underestimate her. You will find her a very interesting young lady." Holmes snorted and shuffled through some paperwork on his desk. "Do you have a case?" Watson asked trying to get closer to see what Holmes was reading. "No, I'm not on another case." Watson nodded and made his way back towards the door, "Ah, so you're free this evening? For dinner?" Sherlock moved to stand defensively, his height being elongated by the way his unruly hair was sticking out at all angles, and his smoking jacket wrinkled around his body. "Of course." He said curtly, trying quickly to get off the subject. "At the Royale, at 7, don't be late Holmes. You need to meet my sister. And make sure you look Smart." Holmes opened his mouth to shout after his companion, but closed it again, infuriated that Watson had already left.