Sherlock's Daughter

Chapter 1

I choke on my tea. Sherlock has a daughter. I look over at her I realize how much she looks like him, his curly dark brown hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and pale skin. She is a very pretty girl. "I can't possibly have a daughter!" He says. "We'll I guess you do," she says looking around. "We'll you can stay here until tomorrow then you can find someplace else to live," he says. She looks at him and rolls her eyes. She even has the same annoying eye roll. I turn to Sherlock, "Sherlock!" I say glaring at him. I turn to Jessie. "Sweetheart why don't you sit down and watch the Telly, I'm going to talk to your father," I say to her. She sits obediently. I steer Sherlock to his room, I shut the door and face him. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you!" I whisper harshly. "Nothing is wrong with me," he says calmly. "Sherlock that is your daughter, you can't leave her," I say. "How the hell do you even have a daughter?" I ask. I stand there for a moment. His eyes widen. "I was in college with my dorm mates, they pulled a prank on me. They said they needed sperm for a science project, they could not use theirs. So they took mine. They ended up donating mine to a women's fertility clinc for women it was for lesbian women who wanted have kids, and not spend money on adopting. I guess the lady I donated it to sent Jessie to me probably cause she is a devil child," he says. I had no idea what to say. "Sherlock I know to have a heart somewhere down their please find it and take care of Jessie like a real father would," I say to him. He looks at me and grunts in reply, "fine, I'll try. I smile. We walk out to find Jessie reading one of Sherlock's Hardy boys books. I hear her mutter "the chimney sweeper did it." I look up at Sherlock, his eyes wide. He snatched the book out of her hands. "How in the world did you know?" He says looking at her, his eyes wild. "We'll they said the body had a bristle from something it was black. The chimmney sweeper is the only person who has a black sweeper so therefore the chimmney sweeper did it," she says looking up at her father. He stands there staring at her. "Amazing," he mumbles he throws the book on the couch and walks away.