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However I do own Cleopatra Holmes and her back story as she is my own creation.

Chapter Three

John's POV

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her for the first time. It was like seeing two Sherlock's in the room except the one sitting on the sofa was more feminine and eating cold pizza, something my best friend would never do. I looked over at Sherlock. He seemed to be equally astounded to see the person sprawled out on out sofa, her long legs stretched under the coffee table.

"What are you doing here?" He asked

"Can't a girl come and visit her big brother when she wants to?" she said.

Brother? So this girl is Sherlock's youngest sibling. From the look of her I'd say she was about eighteen or nineteen years old but yet again she had the tailored look that all the Holmes siblings seemed to have acquired.

"Not without warning she can't" retorted Sherlock, for a brief moment his remark hung in the air. The atmosphere seemed to have turned as icy as I often did when Mycroft came round. That is until she threw back her head, gave a short bark of a laugh and embraced Sherlock in a great hug. This image was really astounding to see. I had hardly witnessed such a sight before. I had only seen Sherlock give a person a handshake and now he was encased in the most amount of physical contact I had ever seen him in.

What was even more astounding is when they broke away he was actually smiling. They were both smiling almost the same smile. What was going on!

Sherlock turned to me "John I'd like you to meet my baby sister Cleopatra Holmes."

Cleopatra, of course it would be an unusual name. I really wish I could meet the parents who named these children. The happily named Cleopatra took a short bow in my direction.

"Pleasure to meet you Cleopatra."

We all took a seat Cleopatra back on the sofa and Sherlock and I in our respective arm chairs. I was deeply interested in this young Holmes so I decided to ask some questions.

"So Cleopatra did you have a long journey? "

"Oh about an hour fifteen minutes on the plane from Edinburgh"

"Edinburgh wow that's a long way away from London why so far"

"I go to University up there "

"Studying what?"

"An MBchB in Medicine" interjected Sherlock

"So you want to be a Doctor?" I asked

"That's the plan"

"Well it obviously not now is it Cleo?" remarked Sherlock. His sister's head snapped towards him.

"What's that supposed to mean Sherlock?"

"Well it's November so it's too early for the Universities to break up for Christmas so in order to get leave from Edinburgh you have either gone without telling them or you have left the campus and discontinued your medical education ergo no doctorate in medicine for you"

Cleopatra looked disgraced but then she perked up again instantly. "Actually Sherlock they said that because I am such a brilliant student I can return to my course whenever I want"

"So why are you really here Cleo? Don't tell me it's because you want to see me because I know you too well. You couldn't wait to get away from me when you were younger"

"Ok Sherlock you found me out. I needed to get away because I recently ended a relationship"

"With a?" I cautiously asked

"With a boy of course" she said to me pointedly

"Of course I was just checking my own sister's a lesbian so I just thought" I stopped there because I could sense that I was digging myself a deep hole.

We both heard Sherlock mutter something under his breath. Chose to ignore him as usual and decided to make myself a cup of tea, Cleopatra however did not.

"What was that brother?"

"I'd rather not waste valuable breath repeating myself Cleopatra" he said coldly. "So why did you leave him? Did he not sexually satisfy you? "

I snorted into my tea at that remark, Cleopatra seemed to be unfazed. "No he was sexually satisfying. Not quite as good as you though"

I choked on my tea and quickly looked from Cleopatra to Sherlock and back again. They were deadly serious.

"Wwhat?" I stammered

They then burst out laughing at my disbelieving face.

"It's an old joke that our secondary school peers made up because there was a nasty rumour that when around that because the only people we could stand to be around was each other and so naturally people thought we were sleeping together which stuck"

I was dumfounded.