Sherlock random

Experiment 802 (1)

Sherlock and Jo were just coming back to their flat when Sherlock's phone rang. He fished it out and answered it. "Yes, Graham?" "It's Greg, for heaven's sake. And come back here. Donovan looked in one of the others rooms... There's a girl. 5, 6 maybe... and get this. She has wings. four of them on her back," Sherlock snapped his phone shut and the pair trooped back out.

Sherlock saw that the DI, was for once, right. A pale, pale girl, so pale it was unlikely that she even knew what the sun was, was slumbering  on the bloody bed where the victim had been dragged off by the killer. She wore no clothes at all, exposing 4 navy-blue wings on her back, neatly folded. The top, larger ones covered the smaller, bottom ones, almost like an insect. Her ears were pointed and covered with grey fur. Jo cautiously approached her, and her eyes flew open.

"Whitecoats! Erasers!" she shrieked, jumping up away from the doctor. Jo put her hands out. "It's okay. I'm not an Eraser or a Whitecoat," The girl stared at her, her blue eyes disbelieving. "Not Whitecoat? Not Eraser?" she asked. Jo nodded. She crept forward and put her hand out, On it were the words 'The Weapon Experiment'. "Promise not Whitecoat?" Jo nodded. Beaming, the little girl jumped into her arms, startling the ex-army doctor slightly. "Promise not go back to school?" Jo nodded again, albeit in a confused way. "do you want to come with us back to our home?" she asked gently. The girl sniffed. "No home. No name. Only School and numbers. Sometimes nicer Whitecoats. Always tests," "Do you want to come to our home?" Jo asked again. "Okay,"

"Jo what were you thinking?" Sherlock hissed as they sped away in a taxi. "Sherlock, she clearly has no home, no parents, she probably doesn't even know what family is!" Johanna muttered back. The little girl was wearing Sherlock's coat, and she seemed excited about something. "Never been in car before," she whispered, looking out the window. Sherlock  frowned. "Alright, she can stay with us until this murder is solved," Jo didn't protest, she was busy showing the Girl how to open the window.

Experiment 802 P.O.V

Laughing gleefully, I stuck my head out, feeling the wind whip past my face. The coat that the nice lady gave me was too big, but it was warm, warmer than the Whitecoats sheets. The grumpy man told me about things like the house I had been sleeping in, why there was so much blood, and why there were so loud noises coming from the weird flashing cars. "What's your name?" nice lady asked. I shrugged. "No name. Whitecoats give number 802," Grumpy man looked sad for a second and then asked me, "Do you want a name?" I nodded. A name meant freedom from the Whitecoats plans. "Alex," nice lady offered. "Alex," I repeated, liking the sound of it. I looked at nice lady and grumpy man. "What your name?" I asked. "Jo and Sherlock"