A/N: I know it's too early for Christmas but it's pretty close to Halloween.(I guess) Pity that Singapore don't really celebrate it...
Hmm...
Do you know that I'm a person with many faces...
Or you may say that I carry many different masks with me... (mischievous grin...)
Why? (if you ever wonder...)
I have to match my character with the stories I write. If you had noticed that I'm rather 'classical' and polite in my first fanfic "What Actually Happened".
Now its time to change...(takes off classic mask and put on another one)
R&R to guess the type of mask to fit this story... (eyes twinkle in at readers eerily as darkness seeps in...)
Disclaimer: All the characters in SH22 do not belong to me. Excluding a few that are going to appear in this story.
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Distant relative
Chpt. 1: Memories from the past
A year had passed and it was nearly Christmas again. Sherlock Holmes sat in his armchair which was facing the window. Staring at the view of New London, that was now covered in artificially created snow to bring the spirit of Christmas to all. He recalled how Christmas has changed through the two centuries.
A rare smile beamed across his face as he saw a group of children playing with the white snow. Suddenly, he remembered the childhood memories that he used to have with his brother, Mycroft during winter, making snowmen and snowball fighting with him. Now that he had remembered it, an empty feeling swept his heart...
He realized that ever since he was been rejuvenated, he had never really had the time to seek out anybody that carries the word 'Holmes' to their name. In other words to say, blood related relatives that had carried on the family's name.
Instinctively, he stood up and started pacing around, slowly letting his thought take over his mind.
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Inspector Lestrade had just finished her final shift for the day at New Scotland Yard. She decided to drop by at Holmes apartment, she thought of the events that had happened last Christmas as she drove to his place. She remembered how Holmes reacted on his first Christmas in New London and thought that visiting him would lighten his mood this year.
However, there was another reason why she wanted to go there.
The thought of cuddling in the soft couch near the fireplace and watching the firewood burn and crack by the yellow-orange glow of the fire was a bliss, as not many New Londoners had had the privilege to have a real fire place because they preferred automated heaters and air conditioners which are convenient and safe to use.
(LIB: clears throat "What were you thinking?" Shakes head b4 disappearing into the shadows)
'But nothing could compare itself to the heat of the fireplace during winter.' Lestrade thought to herself as she landed her hovercraft near 221b Baker Street.
As she climbed the seventeen steps to the door she noticed Holmes heavy pacing, whilst Holmes noticed her footsteps on the stairs and gradually put a stop to his pacing when Lestrade had entered.
'Ah... Lestrade coming here again to warm up by my fireplace again isn't it?' before she could answer him, he continued.
'I need to discuss some personal issues with you, if you don't mind...' his blue/grey eyes were deep and serious as he told her this.
Before Holmes could lead Lestrade to the seat near the fireplace, Watson came out of the kitchen carrying a tray with steaming tea and fresh baked cookies.
'Oh my... look!' the droid said as the two saw what was he looking at. A mistletoe hung above the two detectives, who jaws were now hanging loosely at their mouth.
'You know the traditions, Holmes...' the eyebrows of Watson's elastomask raised as he looked at the duo who had snapped out of their daze.
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A/N: A light glows over Let it be as she enters, still wearing the mask on her face.
"Now... Now...that's all folks... for now... if you want it to continue hit the review button..."
"Hmm... should I change my pen name to Phantom Writer?" (crossing her arms & taps her foot to think...)
"Why not you tell me... perhaps you have a better idea..."
Flashes eyes to the readers again, and throws smoke bomb in front of them...
Poof...Then disappear as the smoke screen clears...