*A/N: I have been obsessed lately with the BBC channel and I felt the need to channel somehow, so this is what came from it. The ideas been in my head for a couple weeks now and I'm happy i finally got some form of it on. Please let me know what you think, point out mistakes, all that jazz. Thanks for reading!

Only a Few Years Off

John Watson and Sherlock Holmes walked up the stairs of 221B Baker Street and into their shared flat. But what they saw caused the two to stop dead in their tracks. Sitting on their couch was a teenage girl, oblivious to the two men staring at her.

John reacted when the girl looked up from the notepad in her lap to the mantel. Her hair had been covering her face as she had been looking down, but now John saw the profile of his younger cousin. "Analiese? What are you doing here?"

He got no response from the girl on the couch, but Sherlock turned to look at him. "You know her?" He asked incredulously.

John just continued to stare at the girl on their couch. "Of course, she's my cousin. Analiese?" He said the last word louder than the rest, but still she didn't acknowledge their presence at all. She had gone back to drawing on the notepad nestled in her legs.

Sherlock studied the girl; she was dressed oddly even for a girl of 15 or 16. She had kicked her simple black tennis shoes off and now only had a bright neon green and bright neon ankle socks covering her feet. She also had on a black tutu with a purple fringe over black leggings and a purple off the shoulder shirt over a black tank top. Her ginger hair was blocking most of the reason for her lack of noticing them. "John she has ear buds in." Sherlock pointed out.

John looked at him, before back to his cousin. Sure enough he could now see the thin black cord that was resting on Analiese's left shoulder. John finally moved towards her and away from Sherlock and the door. Analiese still didn't notice him as he got closer and closer, until he hurriedly grabbed the ear bug cord and yanked it so they popped out. The change was immediate, she stiffened her, her head shot up, her legs uncurled and she was speaking, "Oi! Oh, John!" She had at the last part launched herself off the couch and onto John, giving him a giant hug.

He stumbled backwards a few steps at the force, but steadied himself by hugging her back, the tips of his ears going slightly pink. He gently cleared his throat and pulled Analiese off of him. He held her at arm's length and looked her up and down. It had been years since he had last seen her; she was almost his height, just a tad shorter. The shock wore of her being there wore off a few seconds later, "Ana, why are you here?"

"Well isn't it obvious?" Sherlock asked from his position by the door, he hadn't moved an inch. At John's clueless expression Sherlock scoffed before elaborating. "She ran away. Must have come here, because she knew of all her relatives you were the only one living in the city and would be least likely to call her parents."

The two cousins just stared at him. John's thoughts moving from curious, to amused, to shocked, to worried, to anger, to hurt, and then finally back to curious. He looked down to see Analiese glaring daggers at Sherlock. Through slightly gritted teeth she spoke, "How do you know? How come I'm not just here to visit?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at the girl's attempt to prove him wrong, and then he spoke more quickly than he normally would when providing a simple explanation. "The soles of her shoes are worn down and the shoes themselves are scoffed, so she obviously has been doing a lot of walking. The slight hunch of her left should indicates that she has been carrying something slightly heavy, but not so heavy that she couldn't lift it. The messenger bag on the couch filled with notepads would fit that. There are dark bags under her eyes, indicating that she hasn't slept in quite some time. That coupling with the fact that she is not sun burnt, which one would expect from someone walking hours in the sun tells us that she has been traveling at night. But the biggest fact is the blue suitcase hidden behind the door, which seems to have been crammed with every meaningful possession she has." He said the last part while closing the door, thus revealing the bulging suitcase.

John's head kept moving from Analiese to Sherlock to Analiese again. He expected Ana to be her normal semi-violent self and lunge at Sherlock. But she did something unexpected; she just plopped back down on the sofa and picked up her notepad. Analiese commenced her drawing, but this time was talking. "John, aren't you at least going to pretend to be polite and introduce us, so he will stop referring to me as she?"

John was flustered for a moment, but quickly recovered. "Umm… yeah, Analiese this is my flat mate Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock this is my cousin Analiese.

"You two have no common characteristics of family members." Sherlock stated matter-of-factly.

"Adopted. Pleasure to meet you; did you know that there are eyeballs floating in your bathroom sink?" Analiese stated looking faintly amused.

John stared at Sherlock who open his mouth to explain his latest experiment, but John cut him off. "I don't care what the experiment is, get rid of them"

"It's fine, John. I've seen worse." Sherlock looked at her curiously, while John looked at her worriedly. "Are you going to stand by the door all day, Sherlock, or are you actually going to come in? I promise I don't bite…hard."

Sherlock shot John a scathing look as he moved past John to sit in his chair. John was doing his best to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face, but he was failing miserably. John then moved Analiese's messenger bag and sat on the couch next to her. He looked over her shoulder and down at her drawing. "The skull, really, Ana?"

Without looking up she answered. "Really, John. It's not often you walk into a flat and see a skull on the mantle. It got a name?"

"He did." Sherlock answered from his chair mysteriously. His feet were spread out in front of him and he was staring up at the ceiling.

Analiese nodded and let the subject drop. John however seemed very keen to start another more serious one. "How'd you get in, Ana?"

"Rang the bell and Mrs. Hudson let me in. She's a very nice lady, talks a lot. She kept saying something about not being you housekeeper though." Sherlock and John shared a little smirk at the familiar reminder.

"Why'd you come here?" John said, returning to his line of questioning.

"Your friend already answered that. You live in the city and you won't call my parents as soon as I leave, like Harry would have, right? Ana asked him with wide eyes. John had no choice but to say yes, when she used that expression.

Analiese squealed and gave John a hug. Her squeal covered Sherlock's muttered, "Pushover." But Analiese heard it and shot him a quick glare, before pulling out of the hug.

"You won't even know I'm here." Analiese promised while fishing around in her bag for her music player.

She was so focused on finding it that she missed Sherlock's, "Too late." But John heard him and turned to scold him, but Ana let out a little cry of triumph as she found her player.

Giving Sherlock a quick look of annoyance John turned back to his cousin who was currently untangling the ear bud cord. John's voice took on a gentler tone when he spoke this time. "Ana, why did you run away?" She didn't answer him; she just kept fiddling with the cord. "Analiese, answer me." He said, trying to be stern.

"What is this, John, and interrogation?" Ana said trying to make a joke.

But John was not amused, he started to speak again, but Ana shut him up with a sssh, and a hand over his mouth. They were all dead still, but Ana was sitting up ramrod straight and was facing the window. Then she heard it again, the familiar sound of whirling, grinding gears. A huge smile broke out across Analiese's face before she grabbed her bag and dashed out the door.

*A/N: Sooooooooooo whatcha think? I promise there will be awesome Doctorness is the next chapter. Thanks for reading!