The Life of Sherlocks Daughter

Chapter 2

"What do we do with her?" John repeated and Sherlock realised he hadn't replied to John in over five minuets. This was one of the rare times when Sherlock was actually speechless. "I don't know. I've never had to look after a child before" he finally said. This is when the child in the basket made herself known and started crying at the top of her lungs.

"Oh dearie, it's okay" Mrs Hudson tried in vain to get the child to stop crying. John took over and the baby seemed to calm down for a few seconds. "There, there it's okay". As soon as John had spoke the baby started crying again and at this point, not used to all the loud noise, was getting frustrated. "Oh for gods sake, move out of my way John." Sherlock moved towards the baby and picked her up and as soon as the baby was in Sherlock's arms, she stopped crying, looked at Sherlock and smiled.

Sherlock had to face the window with the baby still in his arms due to the fact that he couldn't let John or Mrs Hudson see the tears of joy falling silently down his face. He turned around slightly when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "It seems she knows who her father is Sherlock." Mrs Hudson said with a smile on her face. "What do we call her, Mrs Hudson? Didn't you say there was a name on the note?" John said walking into the kitchen. "Yes, dearie, her name is TJ. Quite unique isn't it?"

Sherlock, now trusting his own voice again, spoke up. "Unique and befitting of a Holmes." Sherlock looked at the landlady's and Johns shocked faces. "That's right, she's going to stay here and become a part of our messed up family and learn the ways of the Holmes' starting from the moment she can walk."

That was the first and only memory I could remember from my younger years until I was about five, as the story was told so much to me when I was a child by all members present at the time. My father kept his promise and taught me everything that he knows. The first few weeks of me learning to play the violin were...eventful to say the least. Poor John had to invest in some earplug so he couldn't hear my dreadful screeching as I proudly played my fist few notes.

The next steps were teaching me how to deduce people and all the little signs that made them killers or innocent. This took me two years of my life to perfect and soon I was deducing everyone I met much to Donovan's and Andersons disappointment. Lestrade was very happy to get more cases solved but soon I was unwelcome due to my age and the nature of some of the crimes and at the age of five I was soon going to be in school.

Sherlock didn't want me to become like him and Mycroft so he sent me to public school. It was really good and I had a brilliant time and I even had a few friends for the first couple of years, that was until they realised that I was too smart for my own good and started to ignore me in the playground. We made our way through the rest of my primary school years and I became the butt of every ones jokes until one day I broke and revealed everyone's dark secrets even the teachers. I was expelled but as I had only got a few weeks left and had done my SATs, Sherlock homeschooled me in chemistry and reactions for the remaining week and until after the summer holidays when I started secondary school.