It's Not My Area

by Carter and Nox THE TWINSIES

Carter and Nox Moriarty always knew they were adopted. But when they sneak out of Jim's flat, they get to know their real parents. But... Sherlock Holmes? Really? (A bit of crack!) (Sorry guys, terrible at writing summaries... first story by Carter and Nox.. no hate, but constructive critisicm is appreciated!)

8. Epilogue: 3 Months Later

Epilougue

3 Months Later

Carter and Nox were in a complete shock. They were let out of their private school early, which normally was when their father wished to have their opinions on a case.

When their classroom's PA speaker came on, announcing their leave ("Would the Holmes sisters please report to the front desk for early dismissal?"), Carter had looked over at her sister and grinned. Finally, something to relieve their boredom! They left their English class, smiling ear to ear, making their way to the front office.

When they saw John in the office, the smiles faded for a second, but quickly returned. It wasn't their dad, as they had hoped, but he must have been busy, already investigating the case.

But when they got closer to John, Carter nudged Nox smile clearly faded. Her look clearly said, Something is wrong. Nox looked again at John, closer this time. John's eyes were red and his face was blotchy. He had been crying. He looked awful, as if he belonged in the back of an ambulance with a shock blanket.

He looked up from the spot on the floor he had been staring at, putting on a brave face as he noticed the girls approaching him. He gestured through the office door to a taxi waiting outside. The girls followed their silently. What was going on?

"Uncle John?" said man turned from the window view back to the girls.

"Yes, Nox?" he replied a bit shakily.

"What is wrong?" Nox was quite frank.

John swallowed. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He tried again. "Sherlock…" he paused for a second. "Sherlock...your father…" he tried to continue.

Carter attempted to speak gently to him, as their mother would. "Yes Uncle John?"

"Your father….he's...he's.." John lowered his head, not daring to look either of the other passengers of the cab in the eye. His voice, barely a whisper, spoke. "He's dead."

Roses are red,

Sherlock's blood too,

John's voice rings out, "He's my friend, let me through!"

The flat is now silent, all filled with dread.

The grieving voice begs, "Just please...don't be dead."

A/N:Yeah...sorry. Sequel? Thoughts?

CH & NH