A Viola's Song

221B Baker Street

Hannah paid the cabbie and got out of

the cab.

"See ya' in the papers, lass!" she heard him call as he drove away.

She sighed and looked up at the big, black door with "221B Baker Street" imprinted on it.

As she was about to knock, a woman in a wheelchair came out of the cafe. She looked like she was in her eighties, so it didn't really alarm Hannah that she was in a wheelchair.

"Hello. Who are you?" she asked.

"Ummm," Hannah said, again, hesitant to give information to strangers.

"Oh, don't worry, dear. I'm not anyone bad. I'm Mrs. Hudson. I own this building, but I won't be soon,"the woman, apparently named Mrs. Hudson, replied sadly.

"Oh, uumm, I'm Hannah Watson," Hannah said, still hesitant.

Mrs. Hudson's eyes widened.

"Watson? Are you John's daughter?" she asked.

Hannah nodded.

"Oh, good, good! Come inside! We've been expecting you." Mrs. Hudson said.

She pointed at the door and Hannah knocked.

"It's open. Go right in!" Mrs. Hudson instructed.

Hannah turned the door handle and found it was unlocked. She went inside and walked up the creaky stairs.

When she got up all the stairs, she opened the door. She looked inside the room. It was a rather roomy space that could be nice looking if it weren't for the large amount of paper, chemistry set parts, and other random items strewn across the room. It seemed to be empty besides the mess and two chairs right in the middle of the room, both also filled with random items. There also seems to be no one there.

"Hello?" Hannah called.

She was silent and heard noise that sounded like fighting from one of the other rooms.

"No, dad! The exact same thing! Just like last time!" Hannah heard a girl's voice yell that was most likely Viola's.

Hannah could tell that a male someone was responding (most likely Sherlock, she thought to herself) but couldn't hear the words.

"Umm, hello? Viola? It's Hannah, Hannah Watson from the hospital. You told me to come here." Hannah called.

The fighting went silent. She heard a door open and saw Viola walk out of the large doorway that must have lead to another room.

Viola cleared the two chairs and sat in the larger one. She gestured to Hannah to sit in the one in front of her. Hannah sat down with as much politeness as she could muster.

Hannah stared at Viola for a while as Viola sat silently as if contemplating something with her hands cupped under her chin as if in prayer.

Finally, she spoke. "So, you want to know who you are."

Hannah nodded.

"Bascially, you do know who you are. It's that you don't know who your parents are and why I'm destined to be your 'best friend.'" Viola explained.

Hannah nodded again, just wanting her to get on with it.

It took hours, but Viola explained everything- from "A Study in Pink" (during which she explained John's experience in the war, John's blog, and why she was referring to the stories with these titles) to Moriarty to "A Scandal in Belgravia" (which she seemed to put particular emphasis on, explaining that without this, she would not have been born) to "The Reinbatch Fall" to "The Sign of Three" (on which she also put emphasis on to make Hannah's existence important) and, finally, to "His Last Vow" (in which, sadly, Viola had to tell Hannah that Mary was not who she seemed).

When she was done, Hannah was nearly crying.

Viola looked over at her. "Understand?"

"Why-why did my parents not tell me any of this?" Hannah panted.

"They wanted to keep you safe. Didn't want you to be hunted down or scared of them. Like me," Viola said and mumbled the last part.

Hannah put her head in her hands and started to sob.

Viola let her cry for a few minutes.

"So," Hannah breathed after calming down a bit, "where is Sherlock, anyway?"

It was Viola's turn to almost cry. She put her hands down and shoved them in the pockets of her black jeans.

"He- he's in his room. He hardly comes out of there. Ever since 'his mistake' arrive," she looked down at her self, "All he thinks about is Irene. He's trying to find her to find out about me. He doesn't talk to me unless to help me figure out cases," she sighed.

Hannah thought about the fighting she had heard when she came in. "Do you often fight?"

Viola looked up. She nodded. Hannah could see she had tears in her eyes.

Hannah got up. "Dad's probably expecting me. I got to go," she said.

Viola nodded.

As Hannah walked out the room, out the door, and on the way to her home in the cab, she couldn't stop thinking about all she had just learned.