A Study of the Sonata- a Johnlock fic

Part 9: Sherlock Holmes

Sonata was and is my daughter. I now see why I couldn't deduct her, due to the fact that it was like deducting myself. That realization lead to everything becoming clear and crisp.

What shocked me, was what transpired when Mycroft took off her glove. The skin was marred, the top of the hand holding scar tissue. John's scars are all one time inflictions, Sonata's were of multiple times, each in the same places, for the same purposes. Then at that moment Mycroft had a realization. From what I could deduct Mycroft commissioned these injuries. Yet, he was truly sorry, extremely so. He mentioned the Miss Nelson woman, and Sonata cringed. One name had her cowering in John's arms.

I walk over to Mycroft, and told him exactly what I deducted. "I'm aware of that." He said, "I thought she would get rid of the piano." Mycroft shuddered, his eyes stuck to the ground.

Sonata's heard and jerked out of john's arms. "You had this done to me?" She stepped forward, enraged, but then looked at Mycroft's face. Her eyes softened. She, at hat moment proved that John was her father figure. She whispered something softly to Mycroft with his face in her hands, Mycroft nodded, and then slid into her embrace. They sat that way for at least sixty seconds, Sonata then drew away and gazed at me. "You know now, I've fixed what I could, and so now I'll take my leave." was what her gaze told me. She started to leave the room when I grabbed her gloved hand.

"Sonata, you don't have to leave." I said gazing in John's direction, I needed my anchor at that moment, my army doctor.

"Yes I do," Sonata believed she was telling the truth, "I ruin everything."

"Sonata!" John said, "You've never ruined anything!"

Tears were staining her face, "Really, John?" She brushed some away, "You told my mother to tell me that you died! You said the thought of me living without a father figure was going to be easier than knowing that I would stick with you!" Sonata screamed. I looked between my biological daughter, and the man I love. "Look." She said.

Sonata shrugged out of her leather jacket and pulled back a strap on her tank top. The same shoulder that John's scar occupies, a tattoo occupied her's, a green heart, with a small red one inside of it. Then she was unlacing the military grade boots. Once they were off, the leg that John's limp once occupied, was where another ink marking was held on her leg. Around her ankle was a ring of ink, that ended on the inner side of her leg with three letters. J. H. W.

"Sonata..." John said reaching for her hands, but she kept with putting her boots and jacket back on. "Sonata, Love, I was trying to keep you from seeing me haunted..."

"By the war, right?" Sonata said, then looking up, "I would have understood."

I stood between the two, when I stepped towards John; his tears starting to stain his cheeks.

"John-" I whispered.