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Chapter 1- Around 12 Years Later-In Which We Play Climb a Lamppost and Play the Violin

Carter Moriarty sat in her "guardian's" living room on the couch next to her sister Nox. She stared at her quantum physics book before her. It was worn from the many times she read it, and the thing she next said was her mood.

"Bored."

"Dull." Came the reply from her sister Nox, who was currently fingering a rifle. Click, scrape, click. (They knew what their "guardian" did, they just didn't ask for details from the assassin. Who would?)

"It was 11 o'clock on a Friday evening, and Jim was in his study. What to do? Two geniuses had to have some sort of entertainment.

"Sneak off?"

"Of course."

Jim didn't really care when they snuck off, as long as they don't shoot his security system, like Carter did the first time. Boy, was he mad. He allowed them to come and go as often as they like, with whatever they wanted.

Nox grabbed a pistol for Carter (for defense, of course, they didn't want to kill anybody, unless needed), some food, and a med kit, just in case. Carter was grabbing some dark clothes, their phones (GPS removed) and flashlights for the night. Then, they disabled the security system ("We didn't shoot it," Carter argued to herself.) and left. They didn't plan on coming back this time.

"So, to the normal place?" Nox asked Carter.

"Sure, why not? 221 B Baker Street it is!" She replied.

Nox and Carter normally sat on top of the lamppost (yes, the lamppost) outside the flat when no cars were parked there. Surprisingly, even this late at night, when no one was normally there. They knew of Sherlock Holmes as Jim's "archenemy" of course, but they never saw his address, or what he looked like. Maybe if they did, their fate would have completely changed. But—as I said before, the twins didn't ask for details.

So, of course they didn't know where they were lurking every other day.

As they made their way up their lamppost talking to each other casually, Carter, who was going up second, and therefore looking up to talk to Nox noticed something she was oblivious to before.

"What's that man doing on our lamppost?!" Nox's head snapped up to above her. Indeed, a tall man with dark curly hair, a long trench coat, a purple-blue scarf and, judging by the smirk on his face, also enjoyed an ego the size of Jupiter was sitting on top of their haunting place, with a violin.

"What are you doing on our lamppost?" Nox repeated to the man.

"Correction," the man with extreme self-satisfaction said smugly. "What are you doing on my lamppost?"

"Well sir, it helps us think," said Nox seriously. "Wait, what do you mean your lamppost? 221B only owns the property within the flat."

"Sir, deducing that you are the owner of the flat of 221B, do you have a violin?" called up Carter.

"Yes." The man said simply.

"Darn it, I should have stolen it earlier,"

"I did. A few seconds ago." Nox said.

"You nicked it and didn't tell me?" Carter asked, a bit ticked at her sister now, which she normally wasn't. "I could have played Beethoven's 6th!

"Ah. Maybe I should have told you."

"Shut up."

"Never."

"Excuse me," the man on the lamppost interrupted. "But who are you?"

"I'm Nox, and this is my sister Carter." said Nox.

"Got a last name?"

"Yes." replied Carter.

"And that is?"

"Do you need to know?" said Nox extremely irritatingly.

"No. You are obviously the responsibility of Jim Moriarty." said the haughty man.

"Not as slow as we thought then, eh Nox?" responded Carter.

"Perhaps, but it did take him a while." argued Nox. "And you are Sherlock Holmes. Our paternal unit's archenemy."

"Obviously." Carter and Mr. Holmes said together.

"Are you wearing my scarf?" Sherlock said to Carter.

"It's my scarf, thank you very much," replied she. "It was given to me when I was a baby."

"I think I should have it," Nox muttered under her breath. "It's my favorite color."

"It's my favorite color too! Just because you got the trench coat..."

Their dispute was interrupted by a man sticking his head out of one of the top windows in 221B.

"Sorry for stopping your fight here, but I really must wonder what you're doing on my lamppost." the man said quite indignantly.

"Not your property!" Nox and Carter said in unison, exhausted by the two times they had to explain their right to be there.

But the man would not take it.

"Where are your parents?" he asked, confused.

"Well, judging on the past moments of our conversation here..." Nox began.

Carter finished her sentence."He's just above us."

Okay, yes, we know there isn't a lamppost... and we don't really care either.

Thanks for reading!

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-Carter and Nox Holmes

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