"What the hell is going on in here?" John shouted. He'd obviously just woken up from a nap.
"John." Lucy said quietly from her chair, watching the three Holmes siblings with interest.
He looked around wildly. "Were you fooling with my gun again, Sherlock? Where is it?"
"John I'm sorry…" Xena began.
Sherlock and Mycroft exchanged a quick glance.
John continued his rant. "Ohh, Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson's gonna be pissed."
"It's just a little hole, John." Lucy said. "Besides, I bet you don't even know where it is."
Xena sent her a greatful look.
"Of course I do, it's on the wall again." John gestured to the wall in a vague way.
"Wrong!" Sherlock said in an unemotional tone.
"The ceiling, John. How many times have I told you, look up and maybe you'll see something interesting."
John glanced up at the ceiling. The hole was small, but he hadn't noticed it.
"See, John. It's nothing to get upset about." Lucy said calmly.
"Alright, alright." John muttered. "I won't tell Mrs. Hudson." He left the room and went upstairs again.
Mycroft pulled his antique pocket watch from his pocket. "I hate to break up the touching reunion, but I must be going." He stood.
Xena pouted. "Do you have to Mycroft?"
"Yes, dear." He leaned down and hugged her.
"Love you, My." She muttered. "Say hello to Anthea for me, will you?"
"Of course." Mycroft marched out of the flat in his unique, pompous way.
"Where are we supposed to sleep?" Lucy asked suddenly.
"You're tired already?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course not. But I'd like to know where to put my stuff."
Xena turned to Sherlock, her grey eyes glowing. "Can we camp out in the living room?"
"Xena," Sherlock said in a condescending tone. "Sleeping on the living room floor is hardly camping."
"I know," Xena impatiently. "But I think it would be fun to have a sleepover." She glanced over at Lucy.
"Yeah, it sounds fun." The girl said slowly.
"Great, I'll get some blankets." Xena ran off.
"I'll be upstairs." Sherlock said and left.
Lucy stood silently, staring at the couch. She'd never been on a sleepover before. She didn't have friends. Only popular girls had sleepovers and gossiped and did each other's nails and hair.