A Study of the Sonata- a Johnlock fic

Part 14: Mycroft Holmes

Sonata trained with my people. She knew the inner works of the highest training level in Britain, and this realization brought back one of those pointless memories.

Within the memory, I was yelling for Athena to get me tea. That was when I heard a small voice ask "Can I get Mr. Holmes tea?" Athena had thought nothing of the small child, and within minutes, a girl, about nine years of age brought me a cup of tea.

"Mr. Holmes." She said handing me the cup of tea.

"You're not Athena." I said eyeing the girl suspiciously. "Who are you?"

"I am a song, one played by masters of the craft, maybe considering it to be classic." She gave me a riddle that baffled me. "Not 1-2-3, but something else it seems." At that moment she left the room, thanked Athena, and came back almost every day for two weeks, to find out if I was still hung up on the riddle.

I now understood! Sonata, that was the girl's name. "A song played by the masters of the craft, maybe considering it to be classic, not 1-2-3 but something else, it seems...." I recited from my memory. Sonata grinned.

"Took you long enough." She laughed.

"Sonata, not minuet, not waltz!" I laughed, Greg held me up by the waist. Sherlock and John looked so confused, and Sonata's grin was infectious.

"When I trained with Mycroft's people, I gave him a riddle to figure out my name, and he just now figured it out!" She then went into the kitchen and returned with a red file folder. "I kept coming back to gain this," she showed the contents of the folder, "I had to know."

This was the documents that I showed John and Sherlock earlier. Sonata took these from right under my nose. And I haven't had this much respect for someone since I was in my twenties.