It was a rather strange combination: John, Mary, Sherlock, Mycroft, Damon, Robbie, Regina, and Raine all sat together in a drawing room of her home. Raine was ignoring them as she sat at the piano composing. She occasionally seemed to pause staring at nothing. Sherlock watched as the muscles in her back stretched before her hand pushed back her hair and ran through them in the same way Jen did while she was contemplating. Her nose scrunched up before she scribbed a series of notes on her paper. She was quiet as she was now, there was no denying Jen was there.

"So, she's Jen?" John asked again for the hundredth time staring at Raine, who rolled her eyes. She was tired of this conversation; it was an easy enough concept to understand. Sherlock was pulled from his deductions for a moment to answer.

"Well mentally, no. Physically? Yes," Sherlock answered glancing at the woman again. He had moved into a room in the manor over the last few days, and he was still left with the question of what he would do about Raine, Jen, and Ginevra. He knew the right thing to do was to save try and save Ginevra, but he knew what he wanted more than anything was to save Jen. Would you do the right thing, or would he do what he wanted? He shouldn't bother doing the right thing; it never really suited him, but then again this case was different from the others. If Jen and Raine's positions were reversed, and Jen knew but Raine didn't, what would she want?

"How is that- I don't understand," John told him.

"You should put that on a business card," Raine answered with a grumble as she pressed too hard on the paper snapping the pencil. They were getting on her nerves, and the last few nights have been lacking the all important activity of sleeping making her even more moody than usual. She had fallen asleep for a bit the first night when she heard Sherlock composing- Sherlock himself noticed this as well and gently put it in Jen's room of his mind palace- a room that had grown, developed, and change more in one day than anyone's ever had. "John Watson, 'I don't understand.' It'll save everyone a lot of trouble and time."

"But you're-," he started but decided that by the increasingly annoyed look on Raine's face she wasn't the one to talk to, so turned his attention back to Sherlock to get some answers. "She's a terrorist, a murderer! She's Moriarty's lover! She's everything Jen isn't!"

"Exactly," Sherlock replied. He would be lying to himself if he said that he wasn't thrilled with the fact that she had multiple personalities. He could never love anyone ordinary, and Jen proved to be the farthest from ordinary possible. However, the gloom of knowing Jen may never be seen again still hung over him, and Raine wasn't shy to remind him that the likelihood of him saving her is astronomically small. "What makes them different is nearly everything. Ginny drinks; Raine doesn't. Raine smokes; Ginny doesn't. Raine kills; Ginny doesn't. Raine has anonymous sex; Ginny doesn't." He paused to look to the woman, who glanced up at him. An amused smile lit up her face before Sherlock turned away to face the group. "You see?" he questioned.

"So they have nothing in common?" Mary asked trying to clarify.

"No, they have everything in common," Sherlock answered. He had watched her, observed her. They barely spoke the last few days, but her habits... some of them were her. Some of them were so glaringly Jen that he reasoned with himself that Raine had qualities that Jen had leading him to the conclusion that these were qualities that Ginevra had. They had the fundamental things in common; he could see Jen in her. It was so difficult to wrap one's head around it. They had nearly nothing in common, but the very fundamental things that made Jen who she was. How they went about getting what they wanted was completely different. They were in different realms of reasoning and acting, but they arrived at the same conclusion. Why couldn't they see that?

"But you said-"

"What Ginny and Raine have in common is their desires. They desire the same things, but Raine isn't afraid to take. She has no conscious." Sherlock paused to collect his thoughts and observations on Raine before he continued. "The things that make them the same person are essential parts to their person. Ginny and Raine both play music, compose; they both paint; they both are in some way unstable. Raine enjoys psychology as much as Ginny does. The only thing that makes them different is their vices and their mental states. Ginny is more unstable than Raine."

"Ginny's the unstable one?" John asked looking to the woman, who twiddled her fingers at him in a mocking wave. "Seriously?"

"Raine, unlike Ginny, doesn't have BPD. She knows what she wants, and she takes it. She has clear knowledge of who and what she is; Ginny had no such knowledge. Although by every definition of the word, Raine is a psychopath-"

"Guilty," she sang.

"She is still very stable. She simply lacks a conscious that allows her to commit acts Ginny would not." The oak door was pushed open interrupting their conversation, and Eliza stood waiting to be acknowledged. Raine stared at her for a moment deciding whether or not to acknowledge her existence or ignore her.

"What is it?" Raine asked with her a sigh deciding that the conversation would not continue until the presence of their guest was explained.

"Vin is here with a case file," she answered though she sounded mildly confused with what she was saying. Not that Raine blamed her. What Vin was doing with a case file was out of her reach. She didn't pay Eliza to be clever; she paid her to do her books and fix her computer.

"Send him in," she replied. Vin entered with all eyes on him, but he simply reached out handing a file to Raine, who took it out of his hands and waved him off. He paused for a moment to address her.

"Raine-"

"Not now," she informed him. "You'll say too much when I want you to say little. Get out of my sight, Vin. Tell your brother I still expect him Tuesday." Vin paused briefly before he nodded and turned on his heels. "This is for you," she said waving the file at Sherlock before throwing it on the side table. "Three dead, all from a drug overdose. Police ruled it accidental; it is not."

"Your doing?" Mycroft asked watching her closely before she spun around on the piano bench to face them.

"I don't just kill people, Mikey," she said teasing him much to his annoyance. "I destroy them; I could destroy the lot of you right now if I so wanted to." She was just being dramatic for the sake of it and no other reason. She was growing bored staying still.

"Of that I sincerely doubt," a deep voice called out from the doorway. She glanced at Sherrinford, who was standing with Averay in the doorway. She gave him a smile that challenged his claim before she rattled off the facts she had in her arsenal.

"John's an adrenaline junkie; Mary's a liar; Mycroft is traitorously in love with a woman who has more than once nearly destroyed England; Robbie's passes off his schizophrenia with sociopathy; Damon's too soft for a crime boss; Regina's a serial killer, well, her other half was; and your youngest brother, he's in love with a woman who wants to watch the world burn. Would you like me to do you, Sherrinford?" she asked.

"You know each other?" Mycroft asked looking between the two. This particular strand of information had not fallen into his lap, so to know that his eldest brother knew who Raine was was certainly surprising.

"Sherinnford was the first to approach me when I reappeared," Raine answered willingly, but she kept her eyes on the eldest Holmes. "To my surprise, he knew who I was."

"Blackouts, anger problems, troubled childhood, phantom enemy. It all fits," he answered before Averay moved into the room and sat on the couch next to her uncle. Sherrinford sat in the corner chair nearest to Raine. "And I didn't mean you couldn't destroy them, I mean you won't. You harbor sentiment for them for reasons beyond your grasp. Despite all the things you do have separate, Jen and you can feel what the other feels. When Moriarty died, she felt that sting of loss, and she clung to the jacket he gave her. If you try and ruin any of the people in Jen's life, you will feel the undeniable pain of guilt and loss, and you know that. That's why you've targeted Sherlock to prove that you can take the most important thing in Jen's life and destroy him without feeling pain. You're wrong; it will destroy you."

"Oh shut up, Sherrin," she sneered annoyed and feeling a slight tinge that told her that he was right, but she refused to acknowledge that.

"I pity you," he informed her causing her hand to flash out and smash into the end time causing it to crash to the ground. She didn't seem to have any purpose to her action besides a flash of anger.

"I don't want pity or sympathy from a Holmes," she hissed."I don't need sympathy; I need closure." She stood and swung around to face her bay window that looked out into her garden. The rain was falling in sheets, and the sun hid from her.

"And you'll get closure by destroying everything in Jen's life? What will that get you but misery?" he asked her.

"It will bring me satisfaction," she informed him clasping her hands behind her back. "What do you want, Sherrinford?"

"I came to tell you what you want to hear," he answered.

"And what's that?" she asked mocking him. How could he possibly know what she wants when she wasn't quite sure what she wants.

"What Mycroft, Robbie, and Damon did was not the way to handle things. They wrong you and Ginevra." Raine seemed to stiffen at the statement as Mycroft attempted to defend the decision that they spoke of. The decision to shut Raine away and save Jen but leave Ginevra was Mycroft to know that Sherrinford was there to suade his youngest brother to make the right decision: to save Ginevra.

"She was dangerous," Mycroft argued his elder brother.

"To herself as well as to those around her," Robbie informed him giving Mycroft a hand.

"I see, Mr. O'Hera, you've been silent on the subject," Sherrinford noted looking to the crime boss, who was watching Raine intently. Damon knew Jen best, but more importantly, he knew someone that Mycroft had never met and Robbie hadn't seen in years. Damon knew Ginevra. Damon took a breath.

"I knew that killing her would still be killing part of Lupa," he answered, "but at the time, I felt there was no other choice. I was conflicted, and I don't regret the choice I made, but I do regret I didn't hold you together the first time around."

"What first time around?" Raine asked rolling her eyes remaining ignorant to whatever he spoke about.

"When you were in Hanwell Asylum," Damon answered, but no recognition flashed across her eyes instead amusement lit up her eyes.

"Gina went to an asylum?" she asked with a grin. "Oh, that's funny. I always knew she was nuts. Did they put her in a straight jacket?"

"Not Gina. Ginevra," Regina informed her aware of the events Damon spoke up.

"She and you were a singular person for a year," Damon told her letting the pain lit up his eyes. "That was the year you and I met. I was visiting Missy; you checked yourself in after you as you put it 'had a collapse in your mental state demolishing the barriers you built to keep the two separate.' You attempted suicide and was nearly successful. It was year before you were released. You were cured they claimed, but you fell apart when James Moriarty entered your life again. He twisted you back when you were just starting to become you again."

"I don't remember any of that," she scoffed.

"Neither does Ginny," Sherlock told her recalling Jen's reaction to his accusations of her in Hanwell. This was a key event. "It's a singular event neither of your remember." Raine seemed to blank on the subject for a moment as she stared out the window again.

"Hanwell Asylum," Raine muttered before she turned on her heels and left the room at a alarmingly quick pace. Sherlock followed after her, and John followed Sherlock who was then followed by everyone else in the room.

"Raine," Sherlock called out to her as she reached the front door and began pulling on a red winter coat- another similar trait she had with Jen. She ignored him as he grounded out a different name. "Ginny," he growled out gripping her arm. She tugged it away from him offended that he called her Ginny. She was not his Ginny.

"Get off me," she snapped as she quickly began buttoning her coat, but Sherlock kept his eyes on her, "and I'm not Ginny."

"Yes, you are," he answered her. He had made a decision. "You're just slightly more psychopathic." Raine and Jen were the same person; they had a number of characteristics that were similar, and he could see Jen and Raine. He could see some of the characteristics he loved about Jen, and if Raine had those characteristics, Ginevra had those characteristics, and if Ginevra had those characteristics then wouldn't it be logical to say that he could care for her as he cared for Jen. He would save Ginevra not only because it was the right thing to do, but because Jen would want him to save Ginevra. He would save Ginevra because Jen is part of who she is.

"You're wrong," she told him with a growl as she pulled on her shoes.

"You won't find anything there," he called out to her as she put her hand on the door ready to leave not sure why she wanted to go back to Hanwell but knowing that was her intent.

"I was dead for a year," she replied pausing to turn to look at him. "I need to see for myself."

"You've been dead a lot longer than that," Sherlock informed her.

"No, I was there. I was a shadow for the last few years, but if Ginevra lived and truly knew everything at one point, I was dead, and if I was dead, I want to know what triggered the event that caused me- her to remember."

"Why?"

"Because it had to be something that destroyed us both. I need to know what caused that," she answered. "I need to know what tragedy could possibly do that to me."

"I'm coming with," Sherlock said pulling his coat after her.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because it had to be something that destroyed you both. I need to know what caused that," he repeated her answer. She paused to stare at him for a moment, and she seemed to be looking at him as if she was seeing someone else now, someone she didn't understand. She didn't like not understanding, and yet, he fascinated her. His relationship with Jen was an interest, and the way he handled her and the idea of her was the surprising. He was pleasant to her, willing to partake in her game even though he knew what the outcome would likely be. She wanted to know why, and how deep the extent of his compassion for her went. She didn't think she could understand that sort of emotion; it wasn't in her nature. The emotion she held for James Moriarty was animalistic. Whatever Jen felt for Sherlock and vise versa was out of her realm, and it made her uncomfortable.

"Don't get in my way," she warned unable to find anything else to say before she pried the front door open to head out. He started to follow, but John stopped him.

"You can't go with her," John told him.

"Why not?" Sherlock asked him obliviously.

"Why not?!" he shouted at the detective staring at him like he has gone mad. This was the worst idea he had ever had; this woman wanted to destroy him, and he was about to blindly follow him. "Sherlock, she's not Jen. She's a psychopath." Sherlock scowled at his friend's idiocy. Of course she was a psychopath, but that really mattered little.

"She isn't Gina, but she is Ginny," Sherlock answered before he saw everyone around him looking at him disapprovingly. "What?" he snapped. "You want me to run away, to drop it? Well, I'm not. Raine Agile is Ginevra Lorraine, and I will do whatever I can to prove that to both herself and all of you. You can't shoot her; you can't lock her away, and you've failed at helping her. Someone else has to try. I'll save Ginevra."

"You'll get yourself killed," Robbie warned him. "She doesn't care about you."

"Well, at least I would die knowing that I didn't just stand back and watch her destroy herself," he shouted at Robbie.

"Sherlock," Regina said gently putting her hand on his arm and leading him out the door away from everyone. A car was waiting for him, and he could vaguely see a figure moving inside. Raine was waiting for him even though she didn't have; even though she claimed to not want his company. How strange.

"Regina?" he questioned looking down at her.

"Sherlock, if she gets better, she won't be better," she pressed. "Knowing the truth, it takes a lot of guts to come out of that alive. Trust me, I know. She's done a lot of terrible things, and… if you succeed, just be careful. I don't want her to die over this."

"You fear it will break her." Regina smiled up at him with something of a hollowed look as if she was displaying herself to him telling him 'look at me, look at what happened to me,' and he felt heavier with the knowledge. Saving her would damn her, but what choice did he have?

"Just be careful. Decide if fixing her is really better than-"

"Than letting Raine roam around?" he spat insulted by the idea of Jen never being there again even in the slightest.

"Than locking her away," Regina told him gently. She looked to the car that was still waiting for her and sighed. "This is my fault," she muttered pinching the bridge of her nose.

"You were the initial trigger, but it was Moriarty who pulled her to this path," he comforted and then wondered why he did such a thing.

"Hm," she hummed. "Take care of her, Sherlock," she told him before turning around to walk back in the house. Sherlock stepped down the front stairs to the car. The door flew open to the car, and Raine stared at him for a moment before she slid over for him. He slid in and slammed the door causing the car to start forward as they made their way to Hanwell Asylum.

A/N: There's that, but more importantly, it's my birthday! So you should all give me a review. Do it! DO IT! Give me a present!

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