Being back in Brecon was strange. Peaceful yes, and good for inspiration and productivity; I always got distracted in London and by James. Oh I missed him so much. It was weird being apart this long, usually we only spent a couple of days away from each other, maximum a week. I'd been back in Wales a month before Angie even got here. I had to house sit for my parents. Since they knew I was graduating they'd been planning some big holiday. It was a round the world trip for six months. They'd booked the holiday, and managed to be away when I graduated. In fact Mycroft didn't even see me graduate and he paid for my education. Jim was the only one there. He made the day so special and threw a massive party afterwards, it also was the first party we'd had in our flat, basically a very belated house warming. Reminiscing about Jim made me remember, I really needed to get ready. I ran upstairs and flung my wardrobe doors open. When I'd moved back to Wales, I packed most of my stuff. I knew I was here for the long haul and Jim had had business to deal with, so spent about two nights a week at home. I stared at my wardrobe and my mind went blank. I had no idea what to wear. I started with dark jeans and a silk emerald green halter neck top. It wasn't right. I then tried every other top with every pair of trousers I own. Still not right. I then tried all my skirts, again not right. I moved onto dresses, now I was getting somewhere, but I couldn't decide, I was so excited about seeing Jim and I wanted to look a stunning as I could for him, but I didn't want to appear like I was trying to hard.

Then it hit me, of course, Angie is home, and I have help. I opened my iPad and messaged Angie.

"I need help deciding what to wear! I'm having a wardrobe crisis!"

"I'll be right over! :)" Was Angie's quick response; it made sigh with relief.

Ten minutes later, Angie was sitting with me in my bedroom. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, and I had her head in her hands. I was a mess and the sight was pitiful. I never behaved like this; I don't really know what had come over me. "I don't know! Half of this stuff I didn't even buy! Jim bought them for me, and, you know. I didn't want to be rude."

Jim had a tendency to spoil me, a lot. Not that I'm complaining, its just that well, sometimes its hard to swallow, especially when its at the suggestion of some harlot who tried to steal my boyfriend. Angie looked around at the mess and shrugged. "It all looks like it's your style."

"Yeah, but the colours aren't always right, or something else. Too much...lace or something." Usually, too much lace wasn't enough, it just I knew she's had a hand in buying them and well I hated her.

Angie nodded. "I see you're still into the corsets."

I sat up, her comment made me smile. "Not tonight. Corsets aren't good for dinner dates." I had made that mistake once, and never again. I was so uncomfortable I ended up being sick.

Angie looked around. Picking up occasional items, giving some clothing odd looks. I pulled at my hair, twisting it around my fingers, a tone of despair lacing my voice. "It just needs to be something that he'll like."

Angie looked at me concerned. "Since when do you care so much what other people think? Even boyfriends."

I shrugged. How do explain to Angie that the relationship I'm in is on the brink of massive change. Seven years of being together and we had had the big conversations; I knew marriage was on the cards. "I just...really like him."

"I don't like what I'm hearing. It has never mattered whether or not your boyfriends liked what you wore. It seems like this guy is a little too possessive, and I don't want it turning into an abusive relationship. I mean I've never seen you freak out this much."

I sighed. "I know. I just...I mean, I really like him." I thought for a minute, and I grinned a rebellious smile. "But you're right. Who cares what he thinks? It's my style, not his."

Angie smiled back at me. "Now that's the Percy I know.

I frowned again and looked around. "But I still need help picking out something to wear. There are too many choices."

Angie looked around, stood up and walked over to the closet. She looked through the dresses hanging there, smiled, and pulled out a black and white polka dot, '50s looking dress. "I always liked this one."

I smiled, it was perfect and I walked over and took the dress. "Yeah, and we can put my hair up..."

Angie groaned kiddingly. "That'll take forever."

I smirked back, my hair had grown since she last saw me. "My hair isn't that long."

"Are you kidding? I was gonna start calling you Rapunzel, remember?"

"Yeah, but her hair was blonde not black, and her hair reached down to the floor, mine only goes down to my waist."

Angie looked at her, trying to stifle a laugh. "I thought it was my job to over evaluate things?"

I gave in and laughed. "Come on, you're going to help me with my hair."

With Angie's help and constant calm I managed to get ready with time to spare and she helped me put all my clothes away. Maybe I needed have a wardrobe clear out, then I could feasibly go shopping, this brightened my thinking, but it would have to wait until I got back to London. I looked at the clock and realised we needed to leave.

"Come on Angie, we better go." Together we grabbed our jackets and left for the restaurant, apparently meeting Sherlock there.

The dream fades…

We arrived at the restaurant. Jim hadn't yet arrived. Sherlock and Angie sat on the opposite side of the booth facing away from the door, and I sat on the other side, keeping an eye out for the remaining member of our party.

Angie looked at Sherlock. "Are you actually going to eat, or what?" This comment mad me laugh, why wouldn't Sherlock eat at a restaurant?

Sherlock looked at the menu, his glaze seeming to dissect anything he viewed. "I don't know. It depends."

"You're not working on a case, so now what's your excuse?" Retorted Angie.

I looked at her. "What about my case?" I felt slightly incensed, but I was excited to tell Jim all about it.

Angie looked at me, a sheepish expression on her face. "Oh, right. Well…"

I glanced up at the door and smiled. "Oh! There he is!" I got up and ran over to Jim, so pleased he was here. We hugged and he kissed my cheek.

"You look lovely Percy. Did you miss me out here in the land time forgot?"

"Thank you sweetie. Of course, I missed you, it's been dreadful without you. I can't believe you finally get to meet my best friend! Jim, this Angie, and her boyfriend, Sherlock." I said, introducing my friends.

The shock of seeing Jim, was a little concerning, did they know him? London is a big place after all, that wouldn't necessarily mean they'd know each other. Jim stared back at them, looking just as surprised as they were. He looked at me, trying to piece the situation together. "Oh, she's your best friend? Is she really your best friend, or are you just saying that?"

I looked at him confused. "No, she's really my best friend. We've been best friends for ages. Don't be so paranoid." This was getting ridiculous; he was so weary of people at the moment. Jim gave Sherlock a furtive glance and sat down. All of a sudden Angie stood up. I looked at her bewildered.

"Percy, can I talk to you for a minute?" She looked at Sherlock and Jim. "Don't kill each other while we're gone." I was rather confused by this comment, why would they kill each other? She grabbed my arm and pulled her away. "Him? How could you be dating him? Do you know who that is?"

I looked at her, trying to deduce her worry and irritation. Then I remembered, she had mentioned a Jim. "Oh, is he the same Jim you were talking about earlier?"

Angie sighed. "Well, yes, but more importantly, he's a criminal! Didn't you see on the news a few months ago about the guy who broke into the crown jewels, Pentonville Prison, and the Bank of England all at the same time!"

Percy shrugged, slightly nonplussed, what did that have to do with my boyfriend? "Well, I had heard about it, but I never actually saw it."

"So you didn't see anything that showed what the guy looked like?" I shook my head, why would I have seen him on TV? This is crazy, what was going on? Angie turned her towards the table and gestured to Jim. No. She wasn't. How could she accuse Jim of that stuff? "Now, just a minute, Angie…"

"Percy, he's the one that killed Sherlock! Or, tried to kill Sherlock." My face deadpanned. "Oh my gosh, he thought that Sherlock was dead!"

Angie looked at Percy. "Come on, why would I lie to you about this? You know I'm just trying to help you!"

I crossed her arms, indignant that she assumed I needed help. "Well, maybe I don't need your help! I'm not a child!"

"You're acting like one. Percy, he's a criminal and evil and a murderer! Ask him! I bet he'd tell you all about it! He loves to brag!"

I looked at her sadly. "Why do I always like the wrong guys? They always end up being criminals."

Angie sighed. "With me, they always end up getting killed."

I laughed a little, not that it was funny, but it lightened the situation just enough. "Thanks."

Angie smiled. "What are friends for?"

I frowned, this wasn't going to be fun. "I'm a bit nervous about breaking up with a criminal mastermind."

"If he tries to kill anyone tonight, it'd be Sherlock."

I smiled, how did I not catch all of this, Jim and I lived together! "Do they really hate each other that much?"

"Oh, no. They get along great. That's the problem. It's just that they're on opposite sides. As Moriarty puts it, Sherlock's on the side of the angels."

I smiled and gestured to Angie. "Well…"

"Don't even."

I laughed. "I know, you hate that."

Angie sighed. "Well, we'd better get over there before they kill each other."

We walked back over to the table and Angie sat down. Both men were alive, there was no blood and they appeared to be getting along, which did make me nervous.

I looked at Jim, not sure how to see him now. If what Angie said was true then how could I be with a murderer, I loved him, but killing innocent people was too far. "Jim, we need to talk."

He sighed, I could see the sadness in his eyes, just a flicker. "I figured that was going to happen."

"We're through. For good, this time. I might be a rebel, but I'm not going to date a murderer."

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but I knew my words hurt him. "I've never actually killed someone myself."

Sherlock looked at him. "He doesn't like getting his hands dirty." This comment made Jim smile, in a way that even scared me.

I shook my head, joining the dots of the evening's interactions. "Why did you even start dating me? Because you knew that I was friends with Angie, who's dating Sherlock, so this was some way to get to him?"

"I thought Sherlock was dead and I honestly had no idea that you and Angie were friends." There was honesty in his voice, but I was angry and hurt. I wasn't exactly feeling rational. "Well, I just can't believe that you would date me just because you might actually like me? I mean, you're a criminal mastermind!"

He smiled. "I'll be honest, there was a connection." He stood up and looked at Sherlock. "But not because of Angie. After all, blood is thicker than water. But I won't be the one to tell you about it." He left, without a good bye or the usual argument we had, and I was left stood there, frowning.

I turned to Angie and Sherlock confused. "What was he talking about?"

Angie sighed. "We found out who your parents are."

My eyes widened, so the moment of truth was here, how long had they known? It was bad, I had a strange feeling, I sat down trying to remain calm. "Really? Who?"

Angie looked at Sherlock. "Uh, Holmes. Their last name is Holmes."

"Percy Holmes?" I smiled, looking at Sherlock. "Funny coincidence. I bet you'd hate it if we were actually related."

Sherlock looked back at me. "It's not a coincidence."

My smile faded a little. "What do you mean?"

"We have the same parents."

My mouth dropped open and my brain halted for a second. "You're kidding. Are you sure?"

"Yes. And apparently, my mother was pregnant when I was about six years old, which would fit your age, and she gave you up."

"Why did she give me up?"

"Because our father is extremely old-fashioned, and besides preferring to only have sons, he didn't really want any more children. You were an accident." I knew it, it was bad, I was an unwanted accident. A dirty secret to swept away under the carpet.

Angie looked at him exasperated. "Sherlock, you don't tell someone that!"

"But it's true."

"That doesn't mean you tell them that! That's horrible! When I said be nice, I meant to Percy, too!"

I sighed, I'd had enough for one evening, and I just wanted to stop. "No, Angie, it's fine. Honestly, it's a bit disappointing, the fact that I'm related to Sherlock." Sherlock looked at me confused and I think slightly hurt. I shrugged. "Not to mention that technically my big brother is dead, and technically, I never got to meet him." She smirked at Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at Angie. "Is this what little sisters do?"

Angie shrugged. "I never did. Of course, everyone always told me I'm weird."

I smiled. "That's a compliment."

Angie smiled a little. "Not when Harry says it."

"Oh, well. She's a jerk." I sighed and looked at the menu, the though of eating made me feel nauseated. "Honestly, I think I've lost my appetite."

Angie looked at her surprised. "Oh, this really shook you up, didn't it?"

I smiled, true I rarely turn down food, but this was too much too process. "I'm just not hungry. How about we just hang out at the house and me and my big brother can catch up."

They headed back to the house. Angie looked at me. "You're handling this remarkably well."

Ismiled. "It's not actually all that surprising. I mean, come on, Ang, before you found out, you didn't see any similarities between us? I mean, I'm not completely like him." I looked at Sherlock. "I actually display emotion. But I am pretty smart, if I dot say so myself."

Angie smiled. "And humble. Yes, there are quite a few similarities." I smiled back. Mycroft appeared next to us, out of nowhere and frowned at Percy. "This is the girl you were working for?"

Sherlock looked at him. "Yes. We just told her, so you don't have to hide anything."

I smiled. "Oh, hello Mycroft!" I walked up to him and hugged him in greeting.

Sherlock and Angie looked at her. Angie frowned. "You know Mycroft?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Him and Dad…well…you know who I'm talking about. Anyway, they're old buddies. Mycroft's like an uncle to me." Angie laughed a little at my comment. Mycroft sighed and raised his eyebrow.

I turned to Mycroft and looked at him. "What brings you here?"

Sherlock smirked. "Percy, this is my brother."

I stared at them, two brothers? "What?"

Angie smirked. "His much older brother."

Mycroft looked at her, disgruntled by Angie's comment. She shrugged.

I looked at Mycroft. "How long have you known?"

Mycroft looked at her. "Know what? That you're apparently our little sister? I just found out today, so don't give me that look."

"Sorry. I just found out that my boyfriend is a criminal mastermind. I'm feeling a bit paranoid now."

Mycroft frowned. "What do you mean criminal mastermind?"

Angie frowned. "She was dating Moriarty, but she never realized who, or rather what he is."

Mycroft nodded and looked at Percy. "I apologize we didn't find this out a long time ago."

Angie crossed her arms. "I still think it's odd that your mother would have gone through all that trouble. It just doesn't make sense. It's too…planned. Like out of a story."

Sherlock smirked. "Blood is thicker than water."

"What?"

"That's what Moriarty said. He knew. He knew this whole time. He said that was the reason why he had started dating Percy. That trunk in the attic hadn't been there for twenty years. It had just been put there recently. All the documents are legitimate, but the whole scavenger hunt, that wasn't really put in place by our mother. It was a game."

Angie sighed. "And Moriarty loves his games. And his stories."

I frowned, not really sure what they were going on about. I really wanted to go home. "So, Moriarty's playing a game with us?"

Sherlock stared walking to the house. "Question is, what's his next move?"

Angie sighed as they followed Sherlock. "Well, at least he's not bored anymore."

This comment made me grin. What was Angie living with? What was up with my crazy family history? This was too much; I really just wanted some time alone.

As we slowly walked home, I felt disorientated and lost. I just wanted to rewind time. Before I'd come back to Brecon I'd been happy, living in London with my boyfriend and starting my life. Since I'd come back, it had been something new and shocking every day. I notice that Angie is looking at me with concern and asks, "Are you alright? I mean, considering." With a wry smile I answered.

"The irony of the situation was, that in the last 24 hours I have lost the man I love and found out that he is a master criminal that has dated my best friend and tried to kill my brother, which leads me onto the revelation that I have two brothers, Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. The confusing element is neither of them knew that I existed and Mycroft has been around my family and I for as long as I can remember. I don't know how much more of this I can take."

We are walking through the village, Angie and I, but being followed by the rest of the family, apparently a sleepy village with only a postbox and a pub is too dangerous for two women to cope with. I am so close to running away and leaving England, I need a change of scene.

"Basically, life sucks."

"Yeah." I think Angie is talking to me. As we walk past the Rams Head, the local pub, some idiot tourist stumbles across the village green and towards us, I just look at him with disdain, I can smell the alcohol from here, he ignores me but sees Angie and his drunken attention focuses enough to open his stupid mouth.

"Hey baby, fancy partying with the London crowd, we could set this one horse town on fire?"

Before I could stops myself or anyone else has the chance to intercept, the uncontrollable urge escapes. My ire now fully unleashed.

"Early 30s, around 33 or 34, on holiday, which is what you told your colleagues. You've separated from your wife who caught you sleeping with your secretary on the dining room table that was bought by your mother in law as a wedding present. You started the affair because you had impotency issues with your wife. Those issues stem form a feeling of inadequacy at work, you lied about going to Oxford university, you attended Oxford Brooks where you never graduated, now at your job you realise you live in a world where money and education are key, you have neither, hence inadequacy and impotency. Since you left for a 'break' you have been drinking and taking sleeping pills to block out the guilt and hope that hooking up with any women you find, willing or not, will cure your guilt and lack of self esteem. I'm telling you now, it won't. Come a step closer to my friend and not only will I punch you, so will she and will her boyfriend. Now go back to your room and reevaluate your life."

The idiot stuttered some unintelligible syllables as I took a breath and continued walking leaving everyone behind me. I think it's time I took a walk out to the Treehouse, I need space and piece and quiet, possibly some wine too. I could hear footsteps behind me.

"What do you want Sherlock? I need some time alone and some very strong alcohol, not a deduction of my current emotional failings."

"No, I wanted to say I'm impressed. I hadn't realised that you could 'see' the world so clearly."

"Mycroft taught me how to put it all together when I was four. Must be a family trait."

"Hmm, must be, although he's not that good at it. You keep it well hidden."

"Yes well, sometimes needs must. It ruins ones relationships if used too often, dating is hell."

"I suppose, Angie is one of the few who can accept it."

"That's because she's special, if you hurt her Sherlock, you will know a world of pain from me and John. You've been warned."

"Noted. Here, take this." Sherlock handed me a silver hipflask.

"Really, you carry a hipflask? Thank you." I took a swig, neat vodka helping to numb some of the evening's misadventures.

"Well, sometimes a bit of Dutch courage goes a long way. Better than other…things."

"I know." I said quietly.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing. You should get back to Angie, she'll start to worry."

"Keep the flask, I think you need more than I do. Get home safe Percy." Tones of concern reaching his voice.

"Night Sherlock." With that he left and faded in the darkness.

I was left with my thoughts. How did I feel, heart broken? Angry? Indifferent? Confused? It was all a blur of feelings and thoughts, nothing matching up, my brain felt like an unsolved jigsaw. I had been with Jim for nearly seven years, I knew him, I'd helped him, and I'd loved and cared for him. He wasn't a murderer he couldn't be…could he? It would all work out, it had to, and maybe this new family I now fit into would keep me and learn to love me and I them. It still wasn't ideal; I knew I'd have to deal with Jim. I'd turned my phone off as we walked last night, not wanting the temptation or distraction.

I spent the night in the Treehouse, I woke up cold and raw from crying, the morning sunlight rousing me from my sleep. I looked at the dewy grass and leaves, the nature around me so beautiful and serene. It was peaceful, calm, nothing unsettling to extinguish ones sense of reality. I slowly stretched out my cold, stiff limbs and climbed down the ladder. I slowly walked through the orchard and into the village, which was still silent, the birds only just beginning the dawn chorus for the day. I smiled as the rays of sun peaked over the houses and hit my face, a new day.