Young Sherlock

Chapter Four

The figure looks up at me. 

'Long time no see, John'

His ebony black hair is in neat curls, his blue/green eyes are big and shining, he is exactly how I remember him. I look at Mary, then at Sandy, just to make sure I'm not imagining things. I stay silent as he unties Mary, then me, and then Sandy.

'Don't I get a thank you?' Sherlock tips back on his heels, with his hands clamped together round his back.

'A thank you? A thank you?! You have been alive for fifteen years and you haven't done so much as TRY contact me! You realise how much you have put us all through, I have had to go back into therapy, I have nigh-'

'Shut up, I know, I know everything John, I have stayed in contact with you, just without you know. I was everywhere when you needed me, but as I have said before, you see, but you do not observe'

'Why Sherlock, why did you have to leave?' A tear rolls down my face but angrily wipe it away

'I had to, it was for your own safety John, lets not talk about it here, infront of..her' He indicates to Sandy, oh god he doesn't realise yet, I wonder how long it will take him.

'Sir, I'm sorry for bringing your friend into such..trouble' Sandy stands forward and looks her unknowing father in the eyes

'You have daddy issues' Oh the irony

'Like you wouldn't imagine' Father and daughter are looking directly at eachother, everything is so similar, its like he's looking into a younger, female mirror.

'And do you care to introduce yourself?' 

'Sandy Hop- Sandy Holmes, pleasure to meet you' She outstretches her arm and Sherlock takes it , his face looks uneasy, he looks ill.

'Holmes? Ho- What..um..who is your father?' Me and Mary look at eachother and both back up a step, Sherlock doesn't realise, he knows what he is about to be told

'One Mr Sherlock Holmes, know of him?' She plasters a big fake innocent smile on her face

'Shit' 

'Well?' She puts one hand on her hip and tilts to the side, he stands upight with his hands still clamped together behind his back, he cups her face in his hands and looks directly at her.

'You can't be...Molly is your mother? Well if I am indeed your father it won't be anyone else, shut up before you say anything. You don't resemble her at all, non of your features are even closely related to them of Molly's, I think your lieing' He lets go of her face and she drops her head slightly

'You think I'm lieing?'

'Yes.'

'Really?'

'Yes! Must I say it again?'

'Yes'

'Sherlock, if I could just say-' He interrupts me

'Shut up John'

Sandy clears her throat and we all turn to look at her, she looks at me, grins, then looks back at her father.

'John Hamish Watson, he fought in Afganistan, got shot in the right, no left shoulder, he's got an, at least semi-physcosomatic limp. You two shared the apartment 221B Baker Street for a good couple of years. The skull that remians on the mantle place, he keeps it there because it reminds him of you, he talks to it when his wife is not in, he doesn't do it when she is around because he doesn't want to go back to therapy. He had major trust issues before meeting you, and throught the first year of you two living together he wanted to pack up his stuff and leave. When you 'died' a part of John died with you, slipping in and out of depressing, he was fully, shall i say fixed, until I came along, and I messed it all up. Now, Mr Holmes, do you believe me yet?' She is now standing very close to her father, she is looking up at him and he is looking down, his eyes hard and empty. 

They remain like this for what seems like hours, but it was probably only about 10 minutes, no one dare speak because then you would have double Sherlock getting at you, plus, no one dare break the tension. It was Sherlock who spoke first, his voice was different in some way.

'It was nice meeting you, Miss Holmes' He strides past me and Mary, he only looks at me breifly, in his eyes, he looked worried. 

'Sherlock, don't you dare walk out on me again!' The anger is gradually building up inside me

'I'm sorry, John' Sherlock stops walking, he turns around on his heels and strides back over to me, enveloping me in a tight hug.

'I'm so very sorry John, it was for your own good'

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I just thought I would add a little authors note on the end of this chapter. I had a little bit of difficulty writing the ending to this, freaking writers block is a bitch. If anyone has any ideas on what could happen next just comment. Hopefully another update will be soon.

Laters!

-CC