"Annabelle" I hear my dad shout from down stairs. It was seven o'clock in the morning. "Annabelle Allegra Jean Holmes if you do not get down here now I will give you a warning" he shouts. Every time I do something bad I get a warning then after a warning if I do another thing bad I get grounded. I run downstairs to make sure this doesn't happen "What?" I ask. "Annabelle, I need you to go stay with Sherlock I have some important business to attend to so you will have to sorry dear" he sighs "no Daddy" I complain. "Eat breakfast an get ready I'll drop you off at bart's" Daddy continues I eat my food then I walk off in a huff. I refuse to get dressed.
"Annabelle Allegra Jean Holmes for God's sake get dressed" Daddy shouts at me "No!" I shout back "Annabelle!" He says sternly "No!" I say stubbornly "Annabelle Holmes if you dare test my patience I will ground you" he raises his eyebrows. "Fine!" I sulk. "Just put this on" Daddy hands me a pair of leggings and a shirt. I put them on and a bow as well as I hated staying with Sherlock he always forgot about me and left me in London.
"Right Annabelle, I'll give you a back pack keep your stuff in there I'll give you paper and pencils and you can put your coat in there if you get hot" Daddy pack my bag and puts my coat on my back and then hands me my bag.
I got in the car and the driver dropped me off at bart's. I asked the receptionist where Sherlock was and he told me Sherlock was in room 6C so I found that room and went in.
"Hello Annabelle so nice of my brother to leave you with me" he stated. "So what are you doing?" I ask "Work, what does it look like" He day not looking up from the lab work He was doing. "Can I help?" I ask "No" Sherlock replies bluntly. Molly comes in. "Hi" She says to me "Hello" I reply "oh yes sorry coffee I forgot" she runs out.
"I'm hungry" I complain "go buy something from the vending machine" Sherlock hands me a pound. I go to the vending machine and buy a packet of crisps I sit on a chair by the vending machine outside and eat them. I draw a picture of a dog because I am bored.
I see someone going into room 6C two men one worked here at Bart's, teaching, the other was an army doctor just back from Afghanistan he had a psychosomatic limp.
A few minutes later Sherlock exits the room "Come on" He says walking out "where are we going?" I ask he ignores my question "it's 2:00 can we have lunch now" I ask "no" he says "but I'm starving" I complain "you just had crisps" he sighs "yes but I haven't had lunch" I state "fine you can eat something at speedy's café" Sherlock sighs "So what happened with you and the army doctor" I ask "flat share" Sherlock says "you, who would want to live with you, I feel bad for the poor guy" I laugh "Annabelle Allegra Jean Holmes" he warns "don't use my full name" I pout "don't answer back or I won't get you anything to eat" he says sternly "I'll tell Daddy" I mumble and walk ahead of Sherlock.
Sherlock hails a cab and we get in. We drive down Baker Street until we get to 221B. Next to 221B there is a café called Speedy's. "Hello Mrs Hudson" Sherlock. Says upon entering. "Oh hello Sherlock will you take the flat, have you found someone to share it with?" a lady ask "I will take the flat just in to get something to eat for this one" he points to me "Who's that?" She asks "Mycroft's daughter, Annabelle" she tells her "Mycroft really I didn't see him as the type" she looks surprised.
"What can I get you?" The so called Mrs Hudson asked "I'll have a ham and cheese sandwich please" I say quietly "Alright would you like anything else?" She asks me "Do they have pink wafers?" I whisper to uncle Sherlock "She'll have a pink wafer" Sherlock says. "You can sit down over there" Mrs Hudson says pointing to a table. Uncle Sherlock and I sit at that table. "Your shy" he states "you know me I don't like new people" I shrug ""Here's your food" Mrs Hudson gives me my food.
I eat my food,it is really nice I've never been here before "Are you moving into 221B?" I ask "me and John Watson are moving in today" he smiles "right are you done? Mycroft will be here in two minutes" Sherlock asks. We get up, Sherlock wipes the crumbs off me and we go leave "are you off again?" Mrs Hudson asks. "John will be here in ten and Mycroft should be coming about now I'll wait out side" Sherlock says upon exit.
I see a car pull up beside us and Daddy gets out "Ah, I see you have not forgotten her" daddy looks at Sherlock then at me. "No I haven't brother" Sherlock snarls. "Let's go dear" Daddy takes my hand and pulls me into the car. "Sherlock is moving into 221B with John Watson he's an army doctor just got back from Afghanistan and has a psychosomatic limp" I say. "Interesting" Daddy chuckles
When we arrive home I run up to the front door "someone's eager" Daddy laughs "Daddy?" I ask excitedly "Yes" he sighs "please, please, please can I bake a cake" I smile "you would wonder why I can't loose any weight" Daddy says under his breath "Can I" I ask excitedly "oh Alright but you have to clean up any mess you make" Daddy says unlocking the door and I run inside.
I decide to make a carrot cake following one of Paul Hollywood's recipes.
I put the cake in the oven and wait patiently for one hour by the oven. I grab a book to read as I wait for it to cook. At 4:15 I take the cake out and test it the skewer comes out clean. I grab my oven gloves and place the cake on the cooling rack. I leave it in the tin for five minutes then take it out and wait for it to cool. I continue to read my book.
After twenty minutes I am sure the cake is completely cool. Then I add the icing and orange zest. My carrot cake is finally complete. "Daddy I'm done" I shout I got no reply so I guess he is in his office. I go to his office to check. I was right. "Hello, what are you doing Daddy" I ask curiously "Monitoring Sherlock and his new flat mate" Daddy says. "Can I see" I beg. Daddy lifts me up and sits me on his lap.
"Shall we have a talk with John, he might be able to keep us updated on Sherlock, make sure he isn't using again" Daddy sighs. "Ok" I say. "I'll send a car to him let's go" Daddy lifts me off his lap and gets up "Go where?" I ask "to an abandoned warehouse" Daddy chuckles I roll my eyes "Annabelle! I saw that!" He says sternly. I follow Daddy to a car.
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Mycrofts beloved
FanfictionAnnabelle Allegra Jean Holmes Mycroft's beloved daughter. Sentimental attachments can be a danger but Mycroft just had one Sherlock or as it turns out he has another, his daughter. A/N in this episodes may take place in a shorter amount of time DIS...