I keep forgetting to say, I don't own any of the Sherlock Holmes characters I do own Abigail Adler. Tell me what you think with a review please. R&R and enjoy.

He felt cold, colder than any time during London's coldest winter. He was cold and wet, and the combination of the two was not the most pleasant feeling. His eyes slowly open looking to snow. Disgusting, cold and unbelievably white. He attempted to lift himself from the ground and failed, instead he rolled over onto his back and stared up to the sky. He dropped the small device used for oxygen to the ground and sighed heavily. He laid there for what seemed liked days before he heard the approach of a carriage and smiled to himself. He looked to her and smiled a little as she made her way to him. She crouched down to him and smiled a little.

"Your plan worked Sherlock." She stated. He nodded as two men walked down to him and helped him stand. She picked up the oxygen device and walked with them up to the carriage and sat in the seat next to him. The two men sat in the front and the carriage pulled away from the place he once laid. She handed him a letter, which he took with numb finger and opened it before reading. He mumbled to himself quiet as she watched the world pass by before he laughed a little.

"When was this delivered?" He asked.

"A week after I got yours." She answered. He nodded and put the letter away before relaxing into the seat. "Where are we off to?" She asked.

"London." He answered. She nodded and sat back in her seat. He winced slightly gaining her attention.

"First we are making a pit stop and getting you the medical attention you need." She said. He nodded and all to soon had fallen asleep in his seat. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes and followed him into a deep sleep. Sure she was happy he called upon her first yet in the pit of her stomach and what the note had said, her happy day would soon come to an end with the return of the woman he loved. Her sister, Irene Adler. Now from the her first breath she hated the brunette beauty who had captured the man she had fallen in love with as well, and now...They would be reuniting after 24 long years, a reunion either one would love to pass up. When she awoke she found herself staring ahead with her head rested on his shoulder. He was awake and watching to the right letting her rest for a while. She lifted just as the carriage arrived in the village. She lifted herself from her seat and waiting for the two men to lift him up before walking into the small French village and to her home.

"Roman, aller checher le médecin." She said. One of the men nodded while the other got him safely on the bed. She removed her coat and started a fire before standing at the window. She heard the doctor enter. He was an older man, in his 70 and short for his race. She turned to him with a smile and pointed to the man on the bed. "Il a besoin d'aide. Nous partons quand le soleil se léve." Was all she said. The doctor nodded and began to work on his wounds. She turned back to the window listening to him hiss quietly as the doctor worked his magic. She watched another wagon pull into the village and sighed to herself. "Je serai de retour dans un moment." She said. The doctor nodded and she walked into the cold Switzerland air.

"Oh my this place is run down." She heard. She rolled her eyes and walked ever so slowly to her older sister.

"Hello Irene." She said. The older woman turned around and smiled to her.

"Abigail?" She asked. Abigail nodded once. "My have you grown." Irene forced a smile.

"Thank you. So have you." Abigail said.

"Now then, onto business sister." Irene said. "Where is he?" Abigail simply pointed to her home and watched the devil walk past her. She sighed and followed regretting the moment she sent the letter. They entered her home and the devil spoke once more. She turned to the man on the bed and smiled a little while removing her coat. "You've gotten yourself into quite the mess Sherlock." She said. He smiled a little to her and hissed as the doctor stitched up his shoulder. Abigail was handed a jacket and simply dropped it to the floor while Irene walked to stand at his side. She rolled her eyes again and walked outside. She watched the sun begin to rise over the horizon and waited for the woman she hated most, to leave.

"Ah Gregory don't you remember, that night on the hill. When we swapped rings off each other's hands. Surely against my will." She sang to herself. She smiled a little and continued to sing in French. "Le mien était l'or battu, la votre, mais l'étain noir. Oui le mein était de l'or battu, la votre, mais étain noir." By the time she finished her sister was walking out of the house and back to the wagon. She looked to see him standing in the doorway to her home looking at her. "Where to now Mr. Holmes?" She asked.

"London England Ms Adler." He answered with a smirk. She nodded and walked to the house for her jacket while waiting for their carriage to return. Soon enough they were on their way to London. A city she had not seen in over 23 years.

Just some translations.

1. Roman, aller checher le médecin - Roman, go and get the doctor.

2. Il a besoin d'aide. Nous partons quand le soleil se léve - He needs help. We leave when the sun rises.

3. Je serai de retour dans un moment- I'll be back in a moment.

4. Le mien était l'or battu, la votre, mais l'étain noir - Mine was of the beaten gold, yours but black tin.

5. Oui le mein était de l'or battu, la votre, mais étain noir - Yes mine was of the beaten gold, your but black tin.

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