A Study of the Sonata- a Johnlock fic

Part 5: Sonata Martins/ John Watson

Sonata Martin's:

I looked down at my paperwork. It had to be wrong, it just had to be. My birth mother's name was fine, but the donor she used just couldn't have that name. And the fact that I sorta know the donor.. what does that mean exactly?

"It means a minor chord in your mental symphony, maybe even a change of tempo." I replied to myself, then gathered up all of the documentation into the red file folder. Sherlock Holmes was sitting there, meditating, not paying me an ounce of attention. "Thank goodness, I wonder if he has figured this out yet." I laughed to myself. "I bet Mycroft has."

I grinned as I hid the file folder with my information in it, I picked the place that neither Sherlock or my godfather would find it. On the second highest shelf where the tea is nestled away, I slid the file folder beneath the boxes of tea stacked there. My godfather's roommate never makes the tea, and my godfather doesn't pay enough attention to notice it. The perfect hiding space.

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John Watson:

Sonata got her things settled, and I knew she always would want her favorite tea. So I gathered my coat and headed to the store, just to grab Sherlock some milk, and Sonata some very cinnamon herbal tea. Surprisingly in my head I started to list the ways that Sherlock and Sonata were similar.

Sonata and Sherlock:

Geniuses
Dark Curly Hair
Lanky
Musicians
Eye colour

Yet, Sherlock's "Self proclaimed Sociopathic nature" was what threw the list for a loop. I know that they are nothing alike, yet look at me comparing the two as if they were the ones related and not myself and Sonata.

I was lost in my own head when I noticed the black car waiting for me on the side of the road. "John" Mycroft Holmes' voice emanated out of the window. "Get in, I need to talk to you."

I glanced around and got in. Mycroft was alone, without his assistant, or whatever she is.

"What Mycroft?" I glared at him, "Do you have a case for Sherlock?"

"No." Mycroft looked lost, eyes darting here and there. "Your goddaughter. Her name is, um, Sonata Martins, correct?"

I about shoved open the door and threw myself out of the moving vehicle. What does he want with her?! I held my composure and replied with a gulp. "Yes, what of it?"

Mycroft then pulled out papers, a birth certificate, paperwork from a sperm bank, and Sonata's current birth certificate.

"This is why I had to be certain." Mycroft handed me the information from the sperm bank. This file, which technically is a medical file, was easy to scan for me. Then I came to the name of the donor, no... It couldn't be.

"You see the issue then?" Mycroft's voice carried into my head.

"We need to talk to them." I whispered.

"We shall," Mycroft knodded. "I believe you where going to get my niece some tea?"

I knodded, feeling as if I were drowning in my thoughts. "Yes, herbal, lots of cinnamon" I somehow muttered.

"I figured." a small smile played on Mycroft's lips as he handed me the small package.

Mycroft's car pulled onto Baker Street, and before I got out I asked what had already been confirmed. "So she's Sherlock's biological daughter?"

"Yes, John"

"You're 100% sure?"

"Yes, John"

"Alright," I breathed.