"Sophia, come out," Sherlock calls to me. "John has gone back to the hospital now. Come out and we can talk." He says. This isn't like him at all. I sigh and open the door slowly.
"What do you want?" I ask, my eyes stinging from crying. Mary is here. In a wheelchair. "Mary! Are you alright?" I ask and rush over to her. She looks so ill.
"I'm okay, Soph." She says. I wrap my arms around her. I love Mary, I want her to be okay. "Ah, ow!" She exclaims quietly. I pull away. I've hurt her.
"I'm sorry. What's wrong?" I ask, worried. I just want her to be okay.
"I'm fine," she groans slightly. "It's just the stitches. Don't worry." she holds my hand. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I know you probably hate us at the moment, but please remember that I had my reasons for not telling you." She begins.
"And what would they be?" I snap, the feeling of being replaced rising to the surface once more.
"I didn't want you to get too excited. I didn't know if... if I could even have children. I honestly didn't think I could. I didn't want to upset you if I lost it. John wanted me to tell you. Please don't blame him. He wanted you to know." She says and squeezes my hand. I frown.
"I'll leave you two alone for a bit." Sherlock says awkwardly and walks off. I kneel down on the floor beside Mary.
"Do I have a sister?" I ask her. She nods, tears in her eyes.
"Yes, you do." She says.
"What's her name?" I tilt my head.
"We... we haven't named her yet. Sophia, I... I don't think she's going to make it!" She sobs. I hold her hand tight.
"We don't know yet. If she's anything like you or John, she's strong. She won't go down without a fight. We have to wait and see." I smile sadly. Mary does too.
"Thank you, Sweetie. I don't know what I'd do without you." She whispers.
"Even if I run away a lot?" I ask. She chuckles.
"Even if you run away a lot." She strokes my hair. I smile. I'm glad she doesn't hate me. "Listen, you probably feel left out, or like we're replacing you. But I promise, Sophia, we would never do that. You're my little girl. You always will be. I love you more than anything." she says. For a moment, when I look into her eyes, I can see my mother. My real mother.
My mother was the kindest person I had ever met. I am still to meet someone as nice as her. She had the patience of a Saint. She had to - she married James Moriarty. I loved her. I can still remember her brushing my hair, singing to me when I couldn't sleep. Her eyes were the lightest shade of green. Her hair was long, down to her waist. She was beautiful.
Right now, Mary reminds me of my mother. I don't know why. Maybe it's her kindness. Her unconditional love. But when I look into her eyes, all I can see is the eyes of the woman I betrayed, the woman I killed.
"Mum, I love you." I whisper and wrap my arms around her. "I'm sorry." I'm not quite sure which Mum I'm addressing. Maybe it's both.
"I love you too, Sweetie."
As Mary says the words, I can hear my real Mum saying it too.
"I love you too, Sweetie."
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Daddy's Girl
Fanfiction"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...
