Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Jasmine

Sherlock:

This is Doctor Disco, leave a message and I'll maybe get back to you. If I didn't put the phone through the washing machine. Again.

"Doctor, please, it's Sherlock. We need you, oh, god, we need you." I told him, juggling the phone while trying to rock Lilah back to sleep, my tiny daughter, still not much bigger than a bag of sugar, yet with lungs that could completely wake up the neighbourhood. "Hey, hey, it's alright, Khalilah, I promise. It's all going be alright, we'll get grumps, yes we will. Doctor, she's still missing, it's been a month since she went missing, since she regenerated, and no one can find her."

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Oh, Doctor...

3 months later

"This little piggie went to market, this little piggie stayed at home, this little piggie had roast beef, and this little piggie had none, this little piggie went wee wee wee, all the way home." Jas, Lilah's live in nanny from upstairs smiled as she gave me a hand on trying to dress her. So tiny and frail, but she couldn't half kick when we were changing her nappy. "There we go, my lovely. I've got her, you keep going with your work."

She took her off to the crib as I started to analyse the feed from the morgue SJ had gone missing from, but as usual, for the 600th time I'd watched it, just one moment she was there, the next gone. "Sherlock, you know that she might not have actually survived, right?" Mary asked me softly, sitting there with her own daughter. "That she could have been taken by a race to give her their own autopsy?"

"No, she's, she's not dead. I'd know if she was dead." I told her, trying notice something, anything that I hadn't seen before. "Khalilah needs her mother."

"Khalilah is mostly being looked after by the woman from upstairs, who you scared on her first day." John pointed out as she started to sing to her in the kitchen, her intense soprano voice making us all stop and look at her. That had been how she got the job, because Lilah was crying, then we heard her singing from upstairs, and it had made her settle right away. "Come on, you know how to look after her, you proved that. We all love Birdy, hell, she loves you."

Yes, but really? She was the best one to look after my baby girl, while looked for her mother, who we both needed. "I need this. I need to find SJ, before everyone knows she's missing. If her brother found out..."

John sighed, getting to his feet as Birdy, so nicknamed because she was as small and slight as a bird, came into the room, still softly singing, my daughter sleeping in her arms. I loved that little baby more that anything, when I'd first seen her, it felt like my life really began, even after my SJ came into my life. "Birdy, how long are you planning on staying in London, by the way? I mean, you're from where again?"

"Oxford. And I moved down to start a child minding business, not that I need to with how much Mr Holmes is paying, so I'm here as long as I'm needed." She replied in her strangely soft, deeper voice compared to how high and powerful her singing voice could be. "So, what you want me to do with Kali today?"

I blinked, moving to look at her. "Kali?"

"Oh, sorry, didn't you like my nickname for her? I know you call her Lilah but-"

"No, no, it, it's fine." I told her, thinking of the blonde Doctor from both Royal St Hope and St Barts. She'd gone missing when SJ had, what if she had something to do with this? "Just keep her happy, please."

The woman came closer, looking at the video I was still playing of when I was talking to Mycroft and stopped me from rewinding it. "Hey, can you hear that? Separate out the sound, your voices, take them away."