Sorry this one is short. I'm switching from John, to Sydney, and to Sherlock it depends on what I feel like writing. So I don't want to confuse you! Oh and I love reviews please leave some!
"What was that?" John asked confused
"Well let's just say an old friend." Sherlock smiled mischievously.
"Sherlock? Who is she?" John was very confused.
"Her name is Sydney, Sydney Harrison." If John didn't know Sherlock he would have thought he looked like he was day dreaming.
"Why did she lie?" John was still confused.
"She's grown up so much she knew I would have to get punched to recognise her." John was even more confused when Sherlock said that.
"Ok I need you to tell me the whole story or I'll call Mycroft. John was using last resorts.
"Sorry, but I don't think Mycroft will be any help for this occasion." Sherlock almost smiled at that.
"But I'll tell you anyways. When I was in 8th grade we had new neighbors from America. Mycroft and I assumed their daughter would be like most people dull, boring, and an idiot. Well, were we wrong. We met on a bright sunny day. Mycroft and I were dragged along by Mummy. We got there and were met by a girl my age with untamed auburn hair, a perfect smile, and blue eyes you could get lost into." John gave Sherlock a strange look, but didn't interrupt for fear he would stop. "At first Mycroft and I payed little attention to her until she started talking about school she complained it was too easy and how she wanted to skip high school. Mycroft from that moment on never took his eyes off her. She turned out to be like us special, and we were happy. One day though she used her genius in a bad way. We had just graduated 8th grade when she brought me to my first crime scene. Sadly she caused it. Oh it wasn't murder it was just vandalism, and she had framed a bully who never left us alone. We were both trained martial artists and we were good we could look after ourselves, but the bully had recently hit me and left a bruise, and she needed to protect me. I made her promise never to cross that line again. It was the next week her parents died, and leaving her all alone she had to go back to America, and into the foster system she went never finding anyone who understood her like we did. I will always regret not having Mummy adopt her."
"Wow" John said he barely believed Sherlock had emotions until he heard that now he wasn't sure what to think.