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Chapter 2- In Which We Cause Our Dad To Nearly Jump Of His Skin (Multiple Times)

"WHAT?" was heard immediately after those last comments coming from the window and the top of the lamppost.

"John, do try to keep up," said Carter.

"When did I introduce myself again?" John asked quizzically.

"You didn't," said Nox.

"But it was quite an easy deduction to make," continued Carter.

"Did you just say that I was your father?" asked Sherlock quite confused for once.

There was a pause.

John, sensing this awkward moment, said, "Erm, let's all come inside," gesturing to the door.

So, the strange foursome made their way into 221. They quickly moved their way up the steps of 221A, where was sleeping. Carter and Nox let out a very cliche gasp as they saw the strange mess before them.

"Yeah, it's messy, we know," said John, self deprecatingly.

"Are you kidding me?" asked Nox.

"Its-" began Carter, Nox joining in, strangely singing:

"TOTALLY AWESOME!"

Sherlock just crossed his arms, still a bit in shock. He should've had an orange blanket, and the picture would've been complete.

"So, where will we sleep?" said Nox matter-of-factly.

"Yes, I wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch." Carter informed the pair.

"What's for dinner? Will you feed us, or will we feed ourselves?" Nox asked, hopefully; as Jim Moriarty had never fed them in their lives. "And, father?" Nox started-

"Who is our mum?" finished Carter.

"Ooh... Sherlock!" John said in an accusatory, singsong tone.

"Shut up, John," Sherlock replied. "And I don't know who your mother is, and I'm not your father."

"Denial." said the twins.

"AM NOT!"

"ARE TOO!"
"Sorry to interrupt-" started John, "but the twins are right, we should go talk to Molly."

"MOLLY?!" yelled Sherlock.

"MOLL-" began the twins, copying their dad. "Wait... who's Molly?"

"Well, Molly is Sherly's coworker, at the lab. The pathologist. Helps us on our cases sometimes," said John.

Sherlock mumbled something.

"What, Sherly?" said John.

"Don't call me that!" the other man now exclaimed, sounding much like a whiny six-year- old. His pout completed the look. The two began to have a row.

Carter and Nox plopped down onto the couch, side by side. This was going to be a long night.

Hey, Carter again. Just wanted to say that we'll be posting the next chappie soon... as soon as we *ahem, cough cough* finish it. Keep spraypainting your smiley faces!

CH

If anyone got the strangely singing reference, you are awesomer than... Redvines! :)

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