Time with my father

Comming home

It's not easy being the only child of the most powerful man in all of England. You don't make friends easily, only get to see your father once a year, have no clue who your mother is, and have to change your name way to often.
This is the story of a 15 year old girl. She was born in London, England to a father with the power to start and end a war with one phone call and a mother who will never be named.
The day was the middle of summer and the hospital was emptied, so she could be born. She was given the name of Sigyn. She was loved by her father, grandparents, and uncle from the moment she took her first breath. They each vowed to protect her by any means. This girl had long auburn hair and striking blue eyes. She stands taller than all the boys in her grade and thinner than a tree.
She's on the train home. Well, the place she was born and where her father had a bed for her. She's excited to see her grandparents and uncle. He's been in the papers lately and she has a lot of questions. The train pulls into King's Cross station. She grabs her bags and steps onto the platform. She walks through the station and finds nothing but people running for their train, station works doing their job, and people hugging their returning loved ones. She feels a ping in her chest knowing she will never have that experience.
Her father's famous black car is waiting directly in front of the station. The driver's door opens before she even reaches the car. A man dressed in all black walks around the car and opens the back passenger's door for her. She smiles and gets in. She learned a long time ago that it was pointless to try to put her own bags in the boot. In no time at all they're driving down the road and King's Cross station is left behind. She hears a ringing and a tv appears next to her. A video chat starts and her father is on the other end.
"Hello Sigyn, how was your trip?"
"Hello father, it was fine. Nothing to report."
"Good. My apologies for not being there when you got off the train. I had an emergency that required my attention."
"And you can't tell me about it."
"Exactly. Your driver will take you to my house and I will see you tonight." She was a little disappointed that she had to wait to see her father.
"I understand."
"Help yourself to anything you fancy."
"Thank you father."
"Goodbye Sigyn."
"Goodbye father."
The call ended and the drive continued. She was deep in thought when they arrived at the house.
"Ms.? We have arrived at your father's house." She smiled and got out of the car. She walked up to the door and remembered she lost her keys. She pulled out her phone and texted her father.
'The driver will open the door. I'll have a another copy made for you.' Before she finished reading the message the driver had the door open and bags inside. She thanked the driver and closed the door.
Her father's house was huge. Some might call it a mansion. It had: at least 12 bedrooms, each with a master bath. A fully stocked kitchen. Multiple offices. An entertainment room. Seven full acres of backyard, complete with horses, and a lake. The house was much to big for just her father. She grabbed her bags and took them to her room. It wasn't much; a queen size bed, a computer desk, dresser, and a big screen tv.
It was time for dinner. She walked into the kitchen and looks through the fridge. She was surprised to find leftover Chinese food. She'd never known her father to eat takeout on a weekday. Especially Chinese. She took out the chow fun and heated it in the microwave. She waits for it to finish and takes it into the dining room. Even though she's the only one there she knows her father would be watching her. She finished her meal and retired to the living room. She grabbed one of her father's many books and sat on the over sized couch. It was then that she noticed the new tv. It was right above the fire place. It wasn't there last time she visited. Not a worry right then, she just had to ask her father about it later.
She was a few chapters into her book when she heard a car door slam, then keys being moved around and finally the door opening. She stayed in her position on the couch, not moving a muscle. She knew it was her father. She looked up and the face she saw was not her father's. She was looking at a man with greying hair and soft brown eyes. He had a slight stubbed face and a leather jacket on. When he spoke he had a light cockney accent.
"Excuse me miss, I think you have the wrong house."
"I'm sorry but I think you'll find that I do not. This is my father's house and I have every right to be here. You must be the one mistaking"
"This is my house and I'm almost certain you aren't my child. What's your name?"
"Jean."
"Jean what?"
"Just Jean"
"Well 'Just Jean' I think it's time to leave."
"Not until my father gets here."
"Fine. We'll wait"
The strange man put his bag in the hall and jacket on the coat rack. He turns to a camera in the corner and gives it a wink. He walked into the kitchen and came back with a sandwich and water. He sat in the chair away from her and started eating. Her father will not be happy that this man is eating outside of the dining room.
"I take it you ate my leftover chow fun." She only looked at him before
she returned to her book, always keeping and eye on the man. More then two hours passed, when she finally heard a car pull up. Both her and the man look to the door and wait. Her father entered through the door and stopped mid stride. His eyes looked from her to the man and back.
"Gregory, I thought you had to work till tomorrow night?"
"That brother of yours solved it in a matter of hours."
"You know this man father?" She was standing now.
"Father?" So was the man
"Yes Sigyn, I do."
"You said your name was Jean."
"I lied. I'm Sigyn Holmes."
"Holmes? Myc? What's going on?"
"Gregory, this is my daughter. She only gets to visit me once a year. I was going to inform you about her but it never seamed the right time. I'm sorry."
"Father, who is this man?"
"This is Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade. He is my partner of almost three years. You didn't meet him last year because he was away visiting his children."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Lestrade."
"Please call me Greg. It's nice to meet you too, Sigyn"
"Please Sig"
They shook hands and smiled at each other.
"If you'll excuse me, I wish to read in my room now. Good night father. Good evening Greg."
She walked down the hall and into her room. She was hoping for some alone time with her father. Looked like that wasn't gunna happen. She changed into some sleeping clothes and climbed into bed, hopeful that it was all a dream.