Sofia Nobody (A Sherlock's "Daughter" fanfic)

Chapter 1

Sherlock's POV

I was  in the middle of a case, quite an interesting one in fact, when the irritating default ringtone jingled into life. Dammit Mycroft! Being the sociopath that I am, I ignored it because this case was just too much fun, although I would never admit that to my pompous brother. My eyes drinking in every inch of information around me, I started deducing the gravel path.

 Traces of green paint in the gravel. In two specific patches, about a metre apart. A ladder. No windows in the wall so it's an unlikely place to put a ladder. And if you were to put a ladder there, you'd put it in the flower bed, not on the path. Have spoken to the house gardener - there's no green ladder on the property. Conclusion: The ladder was brought to the house and placed there for some other reason.

Pleased but not entirely satisfied with my progress and at exactly 34 minutes since the first call I answered my agitated phone.

"What is it Mycroft?  I prefer texting and you KNOW I'm on a case right now" I hissed threateningly down the phone.

"Well dear brother, I have a mystery you might like to solve..."  

Sofia's POV

A few days ago I was sitting down happily scrolling through wattpad when a bitter darkness engulfed me and as quick as you could say "I Believe In Sherlock" I was in this universe of genius's and psychopaths.

 My face did not show any confusion or surprise  when Sherlock walked in. I had already been confronted with Mycroft, Lestrade and Anderson so seeing another member from my not-so fictional fandom was not a shock. I may have fangirled inwardly a bit but the drama classes and amateur dramatics, which were supposed to get me in Sherlock or Doctor Who, paid off because my face stayed calm. Ignoring me, He strode towards Lestrade  irritation etched onto his cheekbones, which meant he was in a middle of a case - the green ladder one, therefore he would meet John soon but not until he had finished with his current case.

"What is the case, It better be a good one."  Sherlock sighed

"It's more of a Who" Lestrade replied gesturing towards me. Without so much as glancing at me he said

"I don't see what's such a mystery about a...." he trailed off as he turned to face me, his eye's frantically darting all other the place in a desperate search for some kind of clue.

"About a 14 year old, who you can't deduce." I finished for him, my sudden words echoing in the crisp silence. That deafening silence, which you could cut with a knife, lasted for what seemed like hours but in reality it was only a couple of seconds before Mycroft emerged from the shadows.

"So, now you've met Sofia, lets discuss this case in a more private place." Mycroft commanded, while I fought a temper tantrum at being called a case. Before Sherlock left I saw burning curiosity embedded in his eyes. That was never a good thing.

But I guess I shouldn't exist in this universe. I shouldn't being speaking my words, breathing this air. I should be and am Sofia Nobody.

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