The Life of Sherlocks Daughter

Chapter 7

Some memories return and fade again like ghosts in the sun, an image that isn't really there, whilst others stay and make a home in my head. These are the ones I like as they stick around for a while, however the other memories make me feel angry that I catch a glimpse of them and then they disappear again before I know what they want.

I remember who Anderson and Donovan are but I don't really want to know this so I pretend to not know and it continues to annoy them to this day which has become the main joke round NSY. Sherlock had to teach me most of his deduction skills again but the one skill I kept was my musical talent. Before I knew Sherlock and John's name I asked for a violin as it was the only thing I could remember how to play and being stuck in a hospital was boring as hell. Sherlock brought his personal violin in and I played a few tunes that he had taught me off by heart and he had to leave the room again, but not before a single tear had made its way down his cheek.

The memories that involve john and Sherlock have all returned, and the ones that the lowest points in my life have returned as well. The names of my friends have returned and I still go to archery, even if Sherlock thinks I can't see him hiding in the shadows nearby. I accidentally on purpose shot a false arrow in to the dark a few inches from his face, so he knew I could see him.

The first time I brought my boyfriend home, who I remembered I had a month after the injury, Sherlock made him storm out of the flat after he questioned his loyalty. This backfired in Sherlock's face as it only brought me and Ollie closer. The look on Sherlock's face was just priceless when he came home early to find us on the sofa.

By the time that Christmas rolled around, Sherlock had to admit that Ollie was good for me and brought me out of my shell, even John agreed. Memories returned until I only had a few gaps, I remembered everyone's name and the only thing I couldn't remember was my parents.

~a few years later~

"Sherlock? Sherlock, are you in?" Johns voice came floating through the flat. "No, its just me, John." He looked so upset and his eyes were streaked with tear tracks, recent to, so I ran to him and pulled him into the biggest hug I ever gave anyone. He broke down again, so I pulled us to the sofa and sat him down. "What's the matter, John?"

" I've...I've been called back to the front line."