Another Cinderella Story (Sherlock fanfiction)

Chapter 6

It was the next day, and somehow word spilled out that Sherlock was looking for a Mystery woman. Sherlock thought his three friends told the press, when he realised they were his friends and wouldn't do that to him. "It was probably because you were carrying that shoe of hers?" John suggested when him and Mary visited him that day. Mary squealed at that, gaining the guy's attention.
"Ooh, this is just like Cinderella! You're her Prince Charming, and she's Cinderella!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I am so telling this to my kid."
"Yeah, you can when I have my so called 'Cinderella'." Sherlock said sarcastically, pacing in the living room. Sherlock searched everywhere, but it was like she never existed. Sherlock had his Homeless Network out, while he tried to find information that would help him find her.
"So did you deduce her?" John asked him.
"Yes! I did!" Sherlock complained, falling in his armchair. "But I couldn't get anything, just like The Woman!"
"Do you think she's. . .you know, related to The Woman somehow?" John asked Sherlock hesitantly.
"No, they're not related - nowhere near related. The Woman was just filled with mischief and worked for Moriarty. Mystery woman, though. She's kind, beautiful, thinks of the good in people than the bad - very smart too. . ." John and Mary listened to Sherlock ramble on about his Mystery woman, seeing a faint smile on his face, shocking them.
"Aww! He's in love!" Mary squealed quietly, leaning against John on the couch, still watching Sherlock. "He's growing up so fast!"
"He is totally whipped!" John chuckled, smiling at his best friend. John was glad that someone was out there for him. Soon John's child would be joining the world, and John won't be able to hang with Sherlock for a while. It won't be the good ol' days anymore, the way Sherlock liked it. Yes, Sherlock thinks Mary is wonderful, but he's scared of losing his first friend forever.
"-and she's very beautiful even though she had the mask on - wait, I said that already -"
"Did you try finding some DNA on her shoe?" John asked him, finally shutting him up from his ramble. Sherlock's eyes gleamed, looking at John with a befuddled look.
"Why didn't I think of that? John, you are wonderful, thank you so much! You two can just stay here, have Mrs Hudson make you some tea. MRS HUDSON! JOHN AND MARY WOULD LIKE SOME TEA! Right, I'll see you all later then." Before another word could be said, Sherlock bounded down the stairs.
"Is he gonna realise he didn't bring the shoe?" Mary asked her husband.
"Nope. Knowing him when he is really distracted and realises something obvious, he won't remember it until last minute -"
"Sorry, I'm back! Just had to get the shoe." Sherlock bounded up the stairs, interrupting John. Sherlock grabbed the shoe, before running out again in a blur. Mary raised an eyebrow at John's startled look, making him pull a straight face quickly and finish his thoughts. "But yet, this girl seems far important to be forgotten about. Way more important than The Woman was."
***
Sherlock arrived at Saint Bart's, walking into the morgue quickly. He found Molly Hooper, making him sigh in relief and walk towards her. "Molly!" he called out. Said woman turned around with a small shy smile, before peering down at the shoe in his hand.
"Hello Sherlock. . .why do you have a woman's shoe?" she asked him.
"You should know from the papers that I am looking for a Mystery woman, and this is her shoe. I need help finding some DNA on this shoe." Molly burried her jealousy deep into her stomach, and agreed to helping.
"This may be hard." Molly warned him.
"Wait!" Sherlock exclaimed, startling her. "Can you find the DNA without damaging the shoe? I wanna give it back to her when I find her."
"You really love her, don't you." Molly stated, a small smile playing at her face.
"I do." Sherlock admitted quietly. "I really do love her. Last night was the best night of my life. We shared each other's secrets and intelligence, it was an amazing night - well, until it was midnight. She had to leave suddenly." Sherlock looked down with sadness when he got to the last bit.
"Ah," Molly said wistfully. "It is just like Cinderella. You know, with the shoe and all."
"Cinderella is a Grimm fairytale. Her step-sisters mutilated their feet so it can fit the -" Sherlock stopped his words, looking ahead of him with a far away look.
"Sherlock?" Molly called out concerned. "Sherlock, are you all right? I can't find any test results, Sherlock. Did you hear me? I can't find any -"
"THAT'S IT!" Sherlock yelled, interrupting her. "Step-sisters! How could I forget that simple information? I gotta go Molly, keep finding the DNA!" Sherlock rushed out, leaving a bewildered Molly behind.
***
"Did you hear, Miranda? Sherlock has a Mystery woman!"
A woman, Miranda, walked up to her sister and read the paper her sister was reading. "Oh my God, Meredith! It was that woman he was dancing with! Remember?" Miranda exclaimed. "Mummy! Have you seen the papers?"
They rushed into the living room, to see their mother sitting on a chair, holding her hands out in front of her for the woman at the end of her feet. The woman was sitting on the ground, painting the mother's nails purple. "Careful, Miranda!" their mother scolded. "My nails could have been ruined by this maid! Come on, Melody! Stop being so slow!"
The woman, Melody, looked up at the older woman with her gold eyes, annoyance clear in them. "I can't rush this, Sarah. Or else your nails would look like it's been painted by your daughters."
Sarah, the mother, narrowed her eyes at Melody, slipping her right hand out of her grasp, to slap her on the cheek. "Do not give me that attitude!" Sarah hissed. "I am your mother and you will do whatever I say."
"Step-mother. You're not actually my mother." Melody said, holding her cheek that was throbbing.
"I am when your father married me." Sarah stated, looking down at Melody.
"My father is dead. And my mother. I am an adult now, I should be out of this home by now that you three infested."
"You will get out of this house when I die, and that is gonna be a while." Sarah sneered, taking her hands away from Melody. "Because of this attitude, you are to go and make dinner for us. Just us. You can go to your room when we're eating."
"THIS IS MY HOME!" Melody yelled, fury in her gold eyes as she stands up. "You cannot control me at my own home!"
"I can, and I will." Sarah leaned towards Melody, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Now you're missing two days of food. Leave. Now. Out of my sight." Melody glared at her step-mother with lots of hatred, before she stomped out with a huff. "Now, my lovely daughters. What were you two telling me?"
Melody wiped her eyes furiously, grabbing some clean clothes to change into. Her mother died during the birth of Melody's, so it was just her and her father. Luckily her father kept her, and raised her well and happily, until he met Sarah. Sarah had manipulated Melody's father because they were rich, getting him to marry her. Melody knew right away that they were trouble, but couldn't do anything about it. Her father looked so happy with his new wife, finally able to move on from his dead wife. One day, her father died. They found a gun in his hand, making them say it was suicide. She knew it wasn't suicide though, her father would never leave his daughter alone.
Now that he was gone, Sarah and her two daughters took over the home, making Melody their maid.
Melody trudged out of the house, going to the main road to hail a cab. She finally got one, and told the driver the address of a food shop. She looked out the window, watching the Library she goes into go by. . .
Melody looked at the TV in front of her that was on, and gasped at it. On the TV was the news, talking about Sherlock's 'Mystery woman'. She anxiously watched this, hoping there wouldn't be any description about her. . .