Chapter 3: Cab Ride Conversation (that I didn't actually listen to, but that's beside the point)
2 minutes later I was standing outside Speedy's, waiting for Sherlock. He came out the door, with Clara close behind. "Hey AJ" she said. "What are you doing here?"
"AJ?" Sherlock asked. "Who's AJ?"
"That's me, Sherlock. I'm not going by Abby anymore."
"Wait, you two, you know each other?" Clara asked.
"Yes" we said at the same time.
"Clara, I would like to formally introduce you to Sherlock Holmes, my little brother."
"Brother?" she asked. "This is your brother? The one who likes cake?"
"No, that's a different brother" I said. Sherlock snorted.
She looked at me, trying to decide if I was being sarcastic or not. Suddenly the door opened again, and a short man with a cane came out.
"Who's he?" I asked.
"John Watson." Sherlock informed me. "Our other flatmate"
John saw me and his eyes widened. "Not another one!" he exclaimed. "How the bloody heck are we all going to fit?"
"I live downstairs" I explained. "My brother just had to move in above me"
"Brother?" he asked incredulously, looking at the two of us, like he was trying to find similarities.
"I'm adopted" I said.
Sherlock hailed a cab and we all got inside. We sat in silence for a while. I took the opportunity to study Sherlock's new flatmates. John was about my height, with caramel colored hair and blue eyes. He had this sort of sadness about him, like he had already faced death. Clara on the other hand had long dark hair and bright green eyes. Despite her rough childhood, she looked like she was happy. I decided to get out my laptop. I opened it, but didn't turn it on.
I closed my eyes and concentrated. When I opened them, I was in a clean white room, sitting at a desk with a laptop very similar to mine on it. I typed in a name
CLARA ANN DAWES
I clicked the enter button and information appeared on the screen
Date of Birth: November 9, 1988
Address: 221b Baker Street
Occupation: Waitress at Speedy's
Schooling: high school diploma
Strengths: good with codes and ciphers, good physical condition
Weaknesses: afraid of clowns, bad childhood, shoulder, back, and knee problems
Criminal Record: none
Known relations:
Father: Michael Adam Dawes [click to open file]
I paused for a moment. Red isn't a good sign. It either meant a criminal, or former criminal. Note to self: check it out later
Mother: Jane Marie Dawes
Brother: Daniel Dawes [click to open file]
Sister in law: Melissa Dawes (deceased)
Niece: Avery Ann Dawes
Notes: ex-army soldier, ex-POW, history geek, possible crush on Sherlock Holmes [click to open file]
I typed in a different name. JOHN WATSON
Date of Birth: unknown
Occupation: unemployed
Schooling: unknown
Strengths: unknown
Weaknesses: bad leg
Criminal Record: probably none
Known relations: none
I frowned. Why didn't I have any information on him? I decided not to worry about it. I typed in my name, just for fun. ABIGAIL JACQUELYN HOLMES.
Date of Birth: Feburary 15, 1983
Occupation:waitress at Speedy's (formerly MI6)
Schooling: studied computer science and English and literature at Oxford
Strengths: computers (research, hacking), acting,
Weaknesses: impulsive, reckless, aquaphobia (can't swim)
Criminal Record: arrested for hindering interrogations/ possible accomplice in murder (that totally wasn't my fault by the way)
Known relations:
Biological brother: James Wesley Baker
I sighed. It had been a while since I'd seen Jim. Which reminds me, I should call him later...
adopted father: Siger Holmes
adopted mother: Violet Holmes
adopted brother: Sherlock Holmes [click to open file]
adopted brother: M- I felt the cab stop. I closed my eyes and then reopened them. I was back in the cab, alone.
"Well, are you coming?" Sherlock asked, obviously annoyed
"Sorry" I replied. "I lost track of time"
"Did I get anything wrong?" Sherlock asked. Obviously he had deduced John while I was in my database. Damn it. I'll have to find it out myself
"Harry and me don't get on, never have, Clara and Harry split up three months ago and they're getting a divorce, and Harry is a drinker." I filed the information away, delighted to finally have some information on him. I would wait until later to organize it.
"Spot on, then. I didn't expect to be right about everything."
"Harry's short for Harriet." John said. Oh, that makes sense I thought.
"Harry's your sister."
"Look, what exactly are we supposed to be doing here?" John inquired.
"Sister!" Sherlock said incredulously.
"No, seriously, what are we doing here?" John asked, slightly annoyed.
"There's always something." Sherlock replied mysteriously.
AN: Hey guys (if anyone is actually out there) I'd really appreciate it if you would review, even if it's just a "hey I'm reading your fanfic" Also, there's some stuff in here that won't necessarily make sense unless I explain it to you. so here go's: AJ has a sort of mind palace, kind of like Magnussen's, except all the information is stored on a "laptop" also, I don't think this program can do color, so just know that the names "Michael Adam Dawes" and "Daniel Dawes" are both supposed to be written in red.