A Study of the Sonata- a Johnlock fic

Part 12: Gregory Lestrade

Mycroft wasn't at home, and he only sent me one text telling me where he was.

At 221B- MH

I caught a cab and walked right into John and Sherlock's flat, thanks to Mrs. Hudson. There I saw something beautiful. Sherlock and Sonata playing their instruments as if they were parts of themselves. Mycroft stood possessively over Sonata, and John held a hand on her shoulder, the other on Sherlock's back.

"They look like a family" was the first thing to cross my mind. Sonata was playing The Beatles' "She's Leaving Home" from Sgt. Pepper's. Her voice, piano, and Sherlock's violin was intoxicating. The last note, between the piano chord, the violin tremello, and Sonata's vocals, reverberated around the room.

"Brilliant!" I beamed, causing all heads to turn my way, "Smashing! Mycroft, you weren't home, and now I see that.." I stopped mid-sentence. What did I see? Sherlock not tearing Mycroft's throat out? John keeping an equal amount of attention on Sherlock and Sonata? John and Sherlock lovingly (?) behind Sonata?

"Gregory," Mycroft began, "This is my biological niece." He motioned over to Sonata, "and John's goddaughter."

"D.I." Sonata grinned at me.

"Minuet girl." I smiled back.

"Technically," Sherlock corrected, "it'd be Sonata girl." I noticed Sherlock's uneasy glances towards the teenaged girl. "And, yes, by niece, my dearest brother means that she is my biological daughter."

I remembered the scene that I walked into, they didn't seem distanced; they looked like a family. Sherlock even looked lovingly on the girl. "Just biological?" I asked, "You aren't proper father and daughter?"

Sonata sent me a hard stare. "No" She said, "I am the daughter of no man. In the pretense of feelings, I had a father once, and I took backseat to masculine killing and danger."

She means John. Then John was kissing her forehead, reassuring her that he loved her, that if he was anything, he was her father figure. Then he said something no-one in the room could take back.

"For God's sake!" John said, full of feeling, "Sherlock may not have said anything but he wants to be a father to you too!"

The room went silent. I wondered what Sherlock was thinking.