As I walk up the oh-so-familiar stairs leading to 221B, my mind wanders off to Mary and John. I cannot fathom any rational excuse as to why they didn't tell me. It doesn't make sense.
"Sophia? Is that you?" Sherlock calls. I push the door open. He looks stressed. Nothing out of the ordinary, then.
"Don't tell John I'm here. Or Mary." I smile charmingly at him. He frowns and puts a skull on the fireplace.
"You've been missing for days. They've been worried sick, Sophia." He says and I step towards him. "Besides, I thought that you and me weren't exactly the best of friends at the moment." He narrows his eyes.
"I know... but, well, I thought that if I ran off, I would find my Dad, that he would save me. But I didn't find him. I've been staying on this guy's sofa for a few days and he... he..." I burst into tears. I quickly make up a good pity story. I fall into his arms. Surprisingly, he doesn't push me away, he actually holds me close to him. "He was so horrible, Sherlock. He made me kiss him and... I hated every moment of it." I exclaim. He hushes me.
"Come on now. It's late." He says stiffly, like he can't think of anything else to say.
"Can I stay here tonight? I don't want to go back to John and Mary." I sob. He sighs.
"Fine. But just for tonight."
"Thank you!" I exclaim and hug him harder.
"You can stay in my room. Come on." He leads me into his bedroom. I clutch onto his arm like it's my lifeline. He stops at the door and lets me walk in.
"Thank you, Sherlock." I smile at him and sit on the bed. I begin to take my jeans off. The look of alarm on his face is hilarious. But he doesn't move away. He stays completely still.
"That's... that's alright. Goodnight, Sophia." He says awkwardly. I smile.
"Goodnight." I whisper and blow him a quick kiss. He doesn't react at all and closes the door behind him. I smile to myself and take the rest of my clothes off. Just in my underwear, I slip under the covers and fall asleep.
I am awoken by the sound of shouting.
"And you let her stay here? You let her sleep in your bed?" It's John. I sigh and rub my eyes.
"What was I meant to do, John? Send her back out in to the streets?" Sherlock protests.
"You could've bloody told me that she'd turned up, Sherlock." John says in a quieter voice.
"Really? And then what? You couldn't leave Mary, let alone your beloved new baby." Sherlock says. I frown and hug my knees. That baby girl is going to replace me. She already has. I grab my top and throw it over my head.
"Where is she?" John asks. I open the door and stand there, looking at them.
"I'm here." I say. They turn to me.
"You..." John fumes, pointing at me.
"It's rude to point. John." I smirk. He actually looks like he wants to hurt me. "Okay, before I'm in a body bag, I deserve an explanation." I pause. His anger subsides slightly. "You had a child... without telling me." I mutter the words as calmly as I can. "You," I begin to shout. "Had a fucking child without telling me!" I yell and pounce at him. My anger takes over and I pin him to the floor. "You bastard!" I hold him down by his throat. He looks shocked. He tries to push me away, but I'm too strong.
"Sophia! Stop! Let him go!" Sherlock shouts. I gasp and realise suddenly what I'm doing.
"Oh, my God..." I whisper and back away. John gets up shakily. They both look really angry with me. "John, I'm... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." I cry. I get up and rush back into Sherlock's room. I slam the door behind me. I lean against the wood and fall to my knees. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm no better than my father. I don't know my own strength. I never thought I could take John down. He was in the war, for Christ's sake.
I am no better than my father.
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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...
