Warning:Some OOCness from now onwards.. Some characters may not act like they should. I am sorry.

The Final Problem

His sister

She had planned all this.

Moriarty was her doing.

He had a best friend,who he had deleted from memory.

He had remembered him as a dog.

His best friend had been killed by his sister.

Eurus Holmes.

The East Wind

A sister,long-lost.

A sister gone far away from the reach of all.

A flying plane that never landed.

She had attempted to kill John too.

His best and only friend.

Molly's heart had been broken.

Yet she continued to be polite to him.

He had considered himself a sociopath,a person without emotions.

Emotionless

He remembered the words he had told her,The Woman,

"Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side."

But then his life has changed. He had a friend now. John. John Hamish Watson. His only and best friend. And a goddaughter too. His life had taken a turn for the better or worse,he did not know. But he was not exactly lonely,was he? Then again,when had he ever been lonely? He had himself for company always. He looked at the chair in front of him. So many cases. So many memories. So much.

Moriarty.

That man always plagued his thoughts. Even dead,he cast a shadow over his days. He felt haunted. Whenever he closed his eyes,he was greeted with a slideshow of everything that had happened. He picked the gun from the table.

And shot at the walls.

Mrs. Hudson had grown so used to his antics that she did not bother to scream. He chuckled at the thought. John had taken a new hobby of keeping a record of the ways he damaged the room. He did not mind anymore.

"Sherlock."

He spun around to look at John Watson. And asked hopefully,

"Do you have a new case?"

John shook his head and popped down on the armchair in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong."

"Then why were you shooting at the walls?"

"Is it really that unusual?"

They lapsed into silence as John sighed tiredly. Days had passed without an exciting happening. Both of them were becoming restless. Pretty wrong for he had a daughter to take care of.

Then as if summoned,a portal opened in front of them and a strangely dressed man in a blood red cloak tumbled out,cursing. The portal closed behind him in a flash of green.

Funny how careless he can be,not spotting the obvious.

John got up but Sherlock kept sitting where he was.

Sherlock had noticed that the man's hands had a slight tremor in them but didn't say anything.

His flatmate had certainly figured him well.

The Strange man stood up and looked around making John hold Sherlock to make sure that he was sitting right beside him and not in front,dressed in robes. Then the man's eyes landed on Sherlock and he said,"You are Sherlock Holmes. "

"Indeed I am and would I be too mistaken if I said that you are Dr. Stephen Vincent Strange?"

"No you wouldn't be."

"Then can you explain to us what are you doing in our apartment?"

Sherlock had lost his mind. Well it was common knowledge that he was a bit off his rocker but there was no way that this person could be Dr. Strange. Like,he was a fictional character. He did not even exist.

Seriously just get on with the damn explanation.

Strange ran a hand through his hair and said,"Well um... You see I opened a portal and came here.... I exist in another dimension. Earth 617.*"

Sherlock had gone into his mind palace. He stared at the person,chin on his steepled fingers for a considerably long time before he spoke,"Your posture implies that you are not lying,"Strange heaved a sigh of relief,"But you cannot really expect me to believe in magic like that. I would need some physical proof."

Strange stared blankly at him and said,"I seriously came through a freaking portal and now you want proof? Like are you serious?"

"No I am William Sherlock Scott Homes and I do need more proof. You could have easily have put special effects and opened the door while we were distracted."

Why did he sound like him,now?

He tried for a cheeky reply,"The great Sherlock Holmes distracted,that's a first."

Sherlock did not reply and merely gazed at him. His scrutiny was making him feel uncomfortable but he would not waver from his point although he was currently standing in said man's flat.

Mortals and their stubbornness,just get over with it already.

John said tiredly,"Look,both of you can stop having an ego game. I have left Rose with Mrs. Hudson. It would be for the best." Neither of the men realized when he had done that. John stamped his foot impatiently,"We don't have time for this,Stephen get over with this already."

Strange cocked his head at him and moved his hands to make the portal but somehow that appeared beneath him and he fell face first into water,much to Sherlock and John's amusement.

I am an utter genius.

A/N:So this was it. Who do you think is saying the words in italics? Let me know in the comments down below.

*I had always thought that the MCU took place in an universe different from the comic books. So I put 617 instead of 616.