"How's your arm love?" Nana asks me and I smile at her.
"Better, thanks." James looks at me.
"I hope they've locked that Sherlock Holmes up and thrown away the key for what he did to you." She shakes her head in anger. I glance at my father. Bloody liar. Suddenly, he leans across to me and puts his hand on mine.
"She's a brave girl. Aren't you?" He says to me, smiling sadly. I want to pull my hand away, but I can't.
I know this is weird, but I feel like the only place I really belong is with him. With my dad. I know I shouldn't, after everything, but I can't help it. I belong here. Me and him are basically the same person, after all.
Later on, James comes to talk to me on my own.
"Tell me, Sophia, how well do you know Sherlock Holmes?" He asks me and I frown.
"Well." I narrow my eyes.
"Hmm... you see, I have a theory that you," he points at me, "Have a crush on him." He smiles knowingly. I swallow. Crap.
"You're wrong." I say quickly. Too quickly. He chuckles.
"Sure?" He teases. I sigh. "Ooh, you like him, don't you?!" He exclaims, his eyes lighting up.
"No, I don't. He's just teaching me to be clever, like him. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Well, as long as it stays like that, we won't have a problem." He says, raising his eyebrows. "He'd better not try anything on with my daughter, or I'll personally make sure he's burned to death."
"James..." I sigh. "He wouldn't." I protest. But I do like Sherlock in a more-than-a-friend way. But I can't tell James that, Sherlock is his enemy.
"He'd better not." He murmurs sternly. I look to the TV on the wall. "Oh, look, it's you." There's a picture of me from a few years ago on the screen and I look really happy, for some reason. Can't think of when that was for the life of me.
"Sophia Watson has been missing for the past three days. It is suspected that her father has something to do with her disappearance." The news lady says. I frown. The screen changes to John and Mary.
"Sophia is our daughter, not through blood but through bond. We love her more than anything. She's bright, talented, beautiful. If anyone has any information about her, please, come forward. We want our little girl back." Mary cries. "Our world revolves around her."
Lies.
"You're not their daughter."
"I didn't know you were so sentimental." I raise my eyebrows. He chuckles and looks back to the TV.
"If you're watching this, Sophia, please, come back home. Your father is using you. Please come back. We miss you." John adds. I scoff.
"Yeah, like fuck, John." I mutter under my breath. James turns the TV off.
"You're popular." He says. There's a pause. "Still want to go back to them?" I frown. Do I? There's nothing there for me. John hates me. They only adopted me because I'm Moriarty's daughter.
"No. No, I don't."
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Daddy's Girl
Fanfic"Why couldn't I have had a normal life? Why do you have to be so... you?" // "This is the hand you've been dealt, Sophia. There's nothing you can do about it. Play the game the best you can with the cards you've got. That's all you can do."// "I...
