Chapter Two: Interrogation and Deduction
I stare at Sherlock, he is reading me again, I can see it in his eyes and in his face.
“Well, um…What is your name?” John asked
I break my stare with Sherlock and turn to face John. Can I trust these people? I don’t know who they are or what they do.
“Are you with the police?” I question
“What makes you think that we aren’t with the police?” Sherlock retorts
“Well first of all you don’t dress like everyone else I have seen here, also, neither of you have a scar on your thumb. All police officers that work with New Scotland Yard are fitted with a microchip so that if something where to happen to them, they can be found. So from what I can see, you are not with the police.”
Both John and Sherlock stare at me, giving a look of amazement.
“Well you would be correct” Sherlock hesitantly spoke.
“You don’t seem like the person to like being proven wrong.”
John chuckled to himself. I give Sherlock a smirk.
“What’s your name kid?” John asked again.
I hesitate for moment. I look into my lap, I feel like as if all eyes are on me, waiting for me to respond. My hands begin to sweat and my knees start shaking.
“Cl-Clara” I mutter.
“That’s a lovely name” John replied
I look up towards John, he has a warm smile across his face.
“Thank you, it’s all I have”
There was a pause, it wasn’t awkward, but I could feel their eyes on me. I wait for one of them to speak up and break the silence. Why did they want to interrogate me personally? I don’t even know who I am or where I come from. All I know is my name and how old I am. I though I was Sydney. I thought I was in Australia, on the other side of the world. So am I from there? I am starting to question if I am even from this planet.
“How did you come to be in Hyde Park before it was even open?” Sherlock asked
“I don’t know, all I know is that I thought I was in Hyde Park in bloody Sydney Australia. But no, it turns out I am on the other side of the globe in London!” I reply.
“Well you are just a massive mystery aren’t you” Sherlock said
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well I have read you over and over again, and all I have been able to gather about you is that you are white, a teenager between the ages of 13-16, Australian judging by your accent, due to the amount of condensation in your jeans and the dampness of your hair, you have been in the park for at least 4 hours. When you arrived here, you ate bacon and eggs for breakfast with tomato sauce because of the small amount of the sleeve of your jumper. The dullness of your skin suggests that you haven’t eaten in a few days due to you been under some form of drugs. I suggest you drink that water before you faint” Sherlock said, quite smugly
I stare at him, in utter disbelief. “So I am from Australia, but how did I get here?” I questioned him
“That’s where it gets interesting, that is the perplexing thing about you. I don’t know anything other than what I deduced before.” Sherlock stated
“Is the great Sherlock Holmes stuck?” John said, adding a little smirk at the end
“So, just to be clear, what is it that you do then? You aren’t with the police.”
“I’m a Consulting Detective.” He proudly said
“And what exactly do you do?”
“When the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me” He said.
“And what are you John?” I asked, turning towards him.
“I am his “assistant” per say, but I am a doctor and an ex army captain” he said
“I think we should take her to see Molly.” Sherlock blankly said
“Why would we take her to Molly?” John asked
I look at them, more confused then ever.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but who is Molly?” I said, a little worry rippling through my voice.
“Don’t worry Clara, Molly is a specialist registrar at St Bart’s Hospital.” John reassured me
“A special regist-“
“I know what a special registrar does Sherlock, I might not know who I am, but I am certainly not stupid” I proved.
“Which you have seemed to have proven to us on more than one occasion.” Sherlock said, I could see he was quite annoyed.
“Well, I guess it is settled then, Clara with go and see Molly for an examination and a toxicology exam to see if any drugs are in your system” John confided
“Okay, that sounds good.” I added
Sherlock stood up first and walked out the door, not saying another word to me or John. I give him a look of disgrace. John clearly sees this on my face.
“Don’t worry, it’s not you, he is always like that.” John assured me.
I smile and get up out of the seat, I walk towards the door, but John bet me to the door and opened it.
“After you” He offered
I walked out of the door, turning back to thank him. I walk down the hallway and see Sherlock at the end of the hallway. Once he see John and I, he walks out the front door and hails a cab from the side of the road. John and I started to break into a slow jog to reach Sherlock into time before he got the cabbie to drive of without us. We climb into the back seat of the cab, John sliding next to Sherlock and me beside John.
“Where to?” The cab driver asks
“St. Bart’s Hospital please” John asked.
“Righto Sir” the cabbie responded, slowly pulling away from the curb into the traffic.
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The Unknown Child (A Sherlock FanFiction)
AdventureWhen Clara wakes up in a park, she doesn't remember who she is. With only her name, age and knowledge to aid her in her hunt to find herself, what will become of her when she become Sherlock Holmes's biggest and most perplexing case in years?
