Orphan (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Singing Birds and Murder

I grabbed notebook paper and began writing. Words flowed from my mind, to my hand, and on the paper. I stopped.
"I want coffee," I said. John was currently sitting in his chair. I had no clue why he was here. Sherlock was somewhere doing something.
"Coffee?" John asked curiously.
"What you don't think I like coffee? Three cubes of sugar I have some toffee creamer in the fridge right beside the thumbs. If you dont use it I will kill you." I said.
"Why should I make you coffee?" He asked.
I looked up from my paper and glared at him,"Because John, I was kidnapped and all most killed by the person I've loved sense I was put in an orphanage. Now I am being forced to write a song by Sherlock which is do by the end of the day."
"Three sugars and toffee creamer coming right up," he said turning around getting my coffee.
I continued wiriting as I sipped at my coffee and I heard John typing away. I ignored it as I finished writing the lyrics then I got up and looked over his shoulder.
"Whachya doin'?" I questioned.
"Writing on my blog. Why?" He asked.
"You have a blog?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"What is it called?" I queationed.
"It's just John Watson," he said I nodded and went to the piano. I began playing and singing on verse at a time writing down notes after each verse. I continued until the song was finished and then edited it while playing it over.
"Singing Birds and Murder?" John asked.
"Yes," I said simply.
"Explain, " he retorted.
"Have you ever woken up to the sound of birds singing it's beautiful. Just like how I felt when I looked at him. He wounded up working with Moriarty. He tried to kill me and in the process a part of me died," I said.
"That's beautiful," he said then started typing.
"Well I have to record this for Sherlock," I said. I recorded each part for both violin and piano.
"Let me barrow your computer real quick," I said taking the computer from John.
"Hey," he said offended.
"I downloaded an editing app on here I need to use," I said and edited the parts together. I then found my video camera and tripod and recorded me singing the song as the music played in the background.
"That was amazing Delilah," John said.
"Thank you," I responded,"Let me upload this to your computer." I then did so and edited out the talking.
"There done. Barely even noon too!" I said.
"Can I put that on my blog?" John asked.
"I don't care. It'll get me famous," I retorted. He laughed slightly as he began to type rapidly and upload the video. About an hour latee he was done.
"Delilah!" I heard Sherlock yell from down stairs. He came through the doors and questioned me,"Did you finish?"
"I did," I said.
"It was really good," John said.
"I don't trust your opinion," Sherlock responded.
I scoffed and showed him the song.
"Very good. You did well," he said.
"Did Mr. Stoic Man just complement me?" I gasped.
"Already 500 views Delilah. So many complements in the comments," John said.
"Nuh, uh!" I said and looked over his shoulder. Sherlock's phone rang.
"Yes what is it?" He said,"Again?" Just as he said this men in black suits were coming in.
"You three. Come with us," John and I looked at eachother.
"Okay?" I questioned. We left with these strange men who I didn't care to deduct. They drove us for a while yhen I realized where we were going.
"Oh my god! The Buckingham Palace!" I squeeled looking at it throught the window of the car. We arrived and were taken to a room.
"My employer has sought an audience with you," a man said and escorted us to another room where we saw the Queen of England and I bowed. I then realized I was in my pjs. I gasped a little.
"Pardon me but I feel uncomfortable in my pjs in front of your majesty," I said.
"I thought that might be the case. I have a dress for you to change into if you would like," she smiled my heart fluttered. It was probably really expensive.
"If you wouldn't mind your majesty," I said nervous. Someone handed me a bag and showed me to the nearest room to change. The man escortes mw back.
"Your Majesty thank for allowing me to borrow this," I said doing a curtsy. Sherlock and John stood there awkwardly.
"Please keep it," she said,"Now the reason I asked you here is because I wanted to hear you play and sing that song in person."
"You saw that?" I gasped.
"I did and I liked it very much," she reaponded,"Do you mind playing for me?"
"I would be honored," I said. I curtsied and walked over to the piano and played the song while singing. As I did so I made sure my voice was as loud as the piano.
"That was beautiful," she said as I finshed,"I am sorry about your loss. Thank you for the treat. Sherlock I hope that you continue as you do for this country and John continue to blog about it. I enjoy reading it."
I smiled and curtsied,"Thank you for asking us to be here."
John bowed and forced Sherlock to fallow.
"Raise your heads. Delilah I will ask you would you mind if I set you up with somone?" she asked.
"I'm sorry your Majesty?" I said. I saw Sherlock glare and I stepped on his foot.
"I see Sherlock doesn't like thst idea," she laughed slightly,"I'll do it anyways."
I smiled,"I'm the type of person who likes to get to know people first. Well at least think I know them then they stab me in the back like they are cuttimg out a slice of cake."
"That is fine dear. You don't have too. Though you would be kin to me if that were to happen," she said.
"Who-"I began then she motioned for someone to come in and this guy was hot and my ahe came in.
"This my nephew James," she smiled mischievously. England has such a great ruler. He smiled sheepishly. I thought about it and figured I should deduct him.
The fur on his clothes, he likes animals. Had a fiance but something serious happened. He is left handed. He lokes to draw. There is graphite on his hand. He is reserved and quiet no one notices this except the Queen who loves him to death. Favorite nephew it seems. All around he is kind.
"Artist," I said simply,"I like art."
"I like music," he said.
"I like animals," I said with grin.
"So do I," he said.
"I know. I can tell by the fur all over you," I said,"What happened with your fiance?"
"How did you know I had one? It wasn't made public," hey questioned.
"Dent on your ring fingure," I said.

I don't know what I did. This wasn't what I planned. I don't even think the queen has a nephew named James. I own James he isn't real. If she has a nephew James this is a different nephew James.