{Sherlock}
{child genius - Sherlock Holmes X reader}
[a/n - For Emi_Lou32 (it's an x reader don't freak out) BRILLIANT IDEA]
The (age) year girl wandered the marble hallways, curious for a little more information. She was taking in everything she could, not allowed outside the two sets of large oak doors.
For example, the wooden table in the side corner of the hallway was adorned with a white lace around the rims. The white lace was not fabric, but in fact a type of marble which felt soft and fabric-like to the touch. This type of marble was extremely expensive, so she concluded she was in some kind of rich persons house.
Mycroft worked for the Government, and he brought her here. She studied the rest of the hall, and put together her final conclusion in about 2 minutes.
She was in the queens palace.
She hear footsteps ascending towards her, and ran to sit down near the doors, perfectly poised. The wide doors open, and a very flustered Mycroft walks in. About 6 guards walk in as well, to get waved off. She prepared herself for a very long brief.
*a family meeting*
"So, who is this Mycroft?" John says, to break the thick awkward silence at the dinner table. He puts his fork down and wipes his face with the napkin places under his plate. He puts his hands down and turns towards Mycroft.
"Ah yes, I must of forgotten to address the elephant in the room, although quite frankly speaking, it should be quite obvious." Mycroft replies, standing up.
Sherlock rolls his eyes and mutters under the table.
"Everyone, this is (y/n) , a (age) year old girl. Her mother and I were close before her... accident"
Sherlock saw the girl wince at the mention of the 'accident'.
"She is staying with me for the time being until her uncle in California, in the US, can get enough money to actually pay the rents for his flat." he finishes.
"Hello, my name is (y/f/n), as you know, I am an (ethnicity) female residing in Mycroft's residence for the time being. I hope you don't hate me as much as your nicotine-addicted son here does." The girl says towards the Holmes. Sherlock raises and eyebrow.
"You'd be addicted too if you had even half the brain I do." Sherlock spat at (y/n).
"Well, Sherlock, it depends what 'brain' you are talking about." she looks towards him. "My IQ of 162, my photographic memory, or something else? Please specify as we both know the relative size of the brain has nothing to do with its capacity." she finishes.
"Well- I- uh." Sherlock slammed his hands on the tables and pushed his plate to the floor. Ms. Holmes continued to eat as if this was a regular everyday thing. He stormed out of the room, leaving a very confused John Watson. (Y/n) turned to him.
"You might want to help your friends there, his uncontrollable anger and incompetence exceeds him." John nodded knowingly and rushed off in Sherlocks direction.
"Well that was a bit of a rush" Mycroft chided, brushing himself off. "Sorry mother, we must be on for leave now. Until next time, Ciao!" He said, grabbing (y/n)'s arm and gently pulling her out of the door to the perfectly ntimed helicopter.
*a week later*
"SHERLOCK GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" John yelled, holding the girls shoulder. She heard a low grumble and loud stomping.
