Orphan (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Birthday Bash

This speacial addition is in Sherlock's point of veiw. I hope the few who reads this fanfiction like it.

"Sherlock!" I heard Mrs. Hudson yell-whisper knocking on my bedroom door. I got up off my bed and opened the door.
"What now Mrs.-"
"Shh!" Mrs. Huddson cut me off,"I just got a call from Mrs. Harris. Today is Delilah's birthday."
"What do I care?" I asked then it dawned on me. Being her new father I had to do things like get her presents a throw a party for her. 'Fatherly' things. I let out an irritated sigh.
"Call John tell him, that I'm going to need help and I'm coming to get him. We'll get Marry over here and once Delilah gets up have Marry take her out of the flat have them go do girl things or whatever," I said frantically. I left and got John, Marry, and Delilah. We brought Marry and back and John and I left to go get things.
"First we need a present. One from you and one from Marry and I. Then we need a cake and decoration," John said.
"I don't even know what she likes," I said. This was already starting to irritate me. I wish I had known this sooner.
"She's a girl that is like you but with a sense of humor," John said.
"That just makes it harder," I said setting my face in my hand at John's stupidity.
"Guitar, she told me she wanted one," I remembered and we went to a near by pawn shop.
"Yes I'm looking for a guitar that a 17 year old girl would like," Sherlock said.
"We have a pink one," the man said.
"It's not for a normal teenage girl. It's for my daughter who doesn't wear makeup has undied brown hair and she always wears a grey hoodie. Something a girl like that would like," I said irritated.
"I saw a girl like that a couple months ago. She came in with a blonde lady. The girl asked to play this black finder over here. She played Purple Haze by Jimmy Hendricks without a flaw," the guy said.
"That one," I said. We bought it and left. John went into a department store and waited outside until I saw Marry and Delilah on the other side of the street. Quickly went inside and found John.
"I thought you were waiting outside," John said stupidly.
"I was until I saw Marry and Delilah across the street," I said.
"So do you have any idea where John and Sherlock are?" Delilah asked.
"I have no clue," Marry said. John and I ducked. I pulled out my phone and texted Marry.

In the same store as you! Leave quickly!
SH
Her phone went off and she checked the message.
"Delilah, I saw a game store back there do you want to go check it out?" I heard Marry.
"Awe yeah, lets go," I heard Delilah say. I let out a sigh of relief.
They left and we got up.
"Quickly find something," I said.
"Alright," John said in an idiotic tone. Eventually he found a black coat and a matching black dress.
We then went to a party store and bought some decorations, then to a bakery for a cake. We then went back to the flat.
"John I'll leave you up to calling people for the party," I said and had Mrs. Hudson help decorate the place, as well as help wrap the guitar.
Soon people were arriving. I now wish I hadn't told John to call people. I texted Marry.
You can come back now.
SH
We then turned off all the lights and soon Marry and Delilah were walking in.
"Surprise!" Everyone said except Mycroft and I.
"Woah," Delilah said,"what is this all about?"
"Your birthday," I said.
"Already?" She said and looked at her phone,"Oh. I didn't realize the day."
"Why would you forget your own birthday?" Lestrade asked the obvious and dumb question.
"Because it's not important," she said,"but thank you all for the thought. I say cake time."
We sang happy birthday and distributed the cake.
"So is that what you and John were doing today?" Delilah said coming up to me.
"Yes it was," I said. She gave me a hug, I tried not to smile as I hugged her with one arm patting her on the back.
"Your welcome. Happy birthday," I said. Then I heard a click and a chorus of 'Aw's.
"I'm putting this one up on my wall freak," Donovan said.
Delilah got a call. She let go and answered it.
"Jack," her voice raised in pitch as she answered her phone. Who was Jack?
"Thank you," her eyes were bright.
"Yeah, I got adopted... Yeah my dad is hella cool and an absolute genius... Yeah man I miss you too.. You should come visit... What?" Is what I heard of the coversation then there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Hudson answered it.
"Delilah, you have a visitor," she said and a boy Delilah's age came through the door. She hung up the phone and ran to the boy giving him a hug. That didn't set well with me.
"Who's your dad?" the boy asked and I approached.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes. Who might you be?" I asked.
"The name's Jack sir," he said,"I was just transferred to the orphanage she was going to be in."
"I see," I said,"well I'd say it's time to open presents." I was trying not to take the boy's head off.

I handed Delilah the guitar. She looked at it and said,"You got me a guitar?" She smiled. I smiled slightly at her.
She she tore open the wrapping paper. Then opened the case.
"The black finder," she gasped.
"We'll go get you an amplifier for it later," I said.
"Here's ours," John said handing her a present bag with the dress and coat in it.
She opened it and smiled,"It's pretty. Thank's John."
Everyone else handed her their presents. Then the boy handed her a small box. She gave the a confused look.
She opened a box and pulled out a piece of paper and read it. Her face got red and looked down at the opened box and pulled out a silver necklace. Real silver, not painted copper. She nodded rapidly and hugged the boy.
"John," I said,"the boy asked her to be his girlfriend."
"Thank you Sherlock. Don't do anything. It wont last long," John said.
"If he breaks her heart I'll break his neck," I said cooly keeping a blank expression.
"You say that because you know it will happen. Don't break his neck," John said.
"Sherlock, do you think that's the boy she was talking about?" Molly asked, coming up to me.
"Yes," I said.
"Is it just me or did the boy ask her out?" Donovan said.
"Are you just now figuring that out?" I looked at the stupid woman.
I'm not pleased with this situation.