"So you knew the whole time and didn't bother telling him?" John stated, sounding pissed as he spoke to the older Holmes.

Mycroft sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. "What else was I supposed to tell him? Oh, brother dear. By the way, there's a fourth one of us now?"

"Yes!" Watson replied. "He has a right to know just as much as you do."

"Ah, but he wouldn't be able to handle it." Holmes said in frustration. "He could barely handle Euros!"

"He still had a right to know, wether you think so or not." The blogger told him in response, turning to go.

"Could handle what?" A certain detective asked upon entering the room, a scull in his hand. Though in fact he'd been listening in the whole time.

John looked expectedly up at Mycroft.

The elder Holmes once more gave a sigh. "I don't know brother dear. Why don't you tell us? I know you were listening "..

"I knew it".... Sherlock mumbled.

"See, now he knows. The truth is out."

"She lives on Garden Street doesn't she? Name's Io after the protecter of Perseus, but she doesn't share our last name." The curly haired man deduced thoughtfully.

"No, it's Johnson, adopted. Mother and father were too ashamed after the last one"... Mycroft scoffed.

John rolled his eyes. "And I thought my family was weird "... He murmured to himself.

"And where are you going, William Sherlock Scott Holmes?" Myc said simply, leaning on the cane he held in his hand.

"To see our sister," Replied said man as he turned around from going out the door to face his brother. "And my name's Sherlock." He added in a mumble.

"She won't be there you know "... Mycroft stated as Sherlock went to leave again, this time with the doctor following.

The detective gave a pause, turning his head just slightly. "No?" He questioned. "Then where is she?"

"Check ninety twelve drive "....

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A/N:
Part 2? :)