The Unknown Child (A Sherlock FanFiction)

XI: New Identity

A/N: Sorry for the late update, I have been under a lot of pressure from school and sporting commitments. Also been suffering a writers block, but still, no excuse not write a chapter or two. Thank you once again for reading and sticking around. Leave any thoughts or ideas in the comments and I will get back to you as soon as I can! Enjoy!
 
Chapter Eleven: New Identity
 
 
Once Sherlock and I caught our breath, we wandered towards the morgue, where Molly would be waiting for us.
 
“You are gonna get a talking to from Molly once she sees me with you.” I say to him.  He turns towards me and gives me a snide look.
 
“What makes you think she will, she still has that silly little school girl crush on me.” He says bluntly. I was shocked. He had the nerve to say that aloud. I get ahead of him and stand in his way.
 
“Move out of my way Clara.” Sherlock bellows. He shoved me to the side and keeps walking, almost jogging away from me. I run after him and stand my ground infront of him again, this time pushing him back.
 
“You can’t say that about Molly, she appears to have done so much for you and you don’t give her any respect!” I yell. My mind suddenly flashed back to when I was looking at a scrapbook in the living room late last night. It was clippings from newspapers about Sherlock, varying from cases he has solved to just his personal life in general. But once I had gotten to the back, all the articles were about his suicide, the first title being “Suicide of Fake Genius” from The Sun. I didn’t read them all, that would have taken a while, but I caught on to what has happened in the last few months. “She has even risked her own job to save your life, she is the reason you are still here. If I were you, I would give her some respect and make sure she is looked after because she already has enough on her plate as it is with having to look after a kid who doesn’t even know who she is. So just keep your mouth shut about that and solve this bloody case.” I say, getting in his face a little. It took me a while to notice that everyone had opened their doors and we looking and Sherlock and I.
 
“Why are you here Clara?” A familiar voice said. Shit. It was Molly. I turn to face her and walk towards her. I walk into the door she is holding open. I can tell Molly is giving Sherlock a look. Her tone of voice was very concerning.
 
“Sherlock get in her this instant.” Molly demands. Guessing that she probably heard the whole thing. Sherlock enters the room and walks over to wear Molly directed him.
 
“You didn’t answer my question Clara, why are you here?” She says. She sees the fear in my eyes. “You’re not in trouble Clara, if anything… he is.” She says, nodding over towards Sherlock.
“We are here on a case I believe…” I say. Unsure on why Sherlock couldn’t just let Molly do her job. “Why is he looking at the body and not you?” I asked.
 
Molly looked over towards Sherlock and sighed. “Sherlock has always done that, no matter how accurate I was in my examinations, he would always defy me, saying that my report was wrong or that I missed something. I didn’t get all my degrees for nothing…” She says, slowly looking down at her feet.
 
I have just had about enough of Sherlock pushing Molly around. “Do you want me to get rid of him?” I say.
 
Molly looked at me as if I had gone mental. “You think you can get Sherlock out of my lab, oh Clara, Clara, Clara, you have so much to learn about him.” She says.
 
“To coined the phrase, it’s not the first time she has given someone a touch up today.” Sherlock said, walking towards Molly and I. Molly looked at me, shocked.
 
“Who else have you yelled at today?!” Molly asked, worried and slightly angry at the same time.
 
“Oh for God’s sake Molly is was only Sally and myself.” Sherlock said. Molly looked me again, then back to Sherlock.
 
“She yelled at Sally? What did you say to her Clara?” Molly asked, sounding more worried suddenly.
 
“I told her to stop being so rude to me and Sherlock.” I say, looking down at my feet afterwards.
 
Molly’s mouth hung open, she couldn’t believe it, nobody stood up to Sally, not even Sherlock himself.
 
“Well..” Molly began, “I guess I can let that one slide.” She says. I laugh a little, surprised that she had let it go.
 
“Clara, we’re going. Now” Sherlock ordered. Storming towards the door.
 
“Aren’t you gonna say thank you first Sherlock?” I say, crossing my arms and facing him. Molly grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to her. Sherlock stops in his tracks, taking a step back and letting the door close in his face. He turns and faces me.
 
“Now I don’t know who you are, or how you got here Clara, but I can assure you, I have people in very high places, and if they were to find out about you, you will most surely be taken away from Molly and myself. I know Molly is getting me to sign has your second legal guardian, I saw the papers on the table over near the body. I will sign them, only if you can stop being so rude. That is no way to treat your carers now is it?” Sherlock said, leaning down to my leave as he spoke.  I was almost scared. He was so sinister and cold in that moment.
“Deal.” I say “But ONLY if you give Molly and myself we deserve.” I say. Sherlock stands back up to his full height, his body towering over Molly and I. Without saying a word, Sherlock walks over to the small table in the corner of the morgue, picks up the pen and begins to fill out the forms.
 
“What is your mother’s name Molly?” Sherlock asks, without looking up to face us.
 
“Eloise, why?” She asks. Sherlock says nothing, he just continues to fill out the forms.  Once he is finished, he picks them up and brings them to Molly for signing. Molly picks up the papers and begins reading them, filling out her section and then signing it. She then starts reading the document from start to finish until she comes across the reason for her mother’s name.
 
“Clara Eloise?” She says. “You have put my mother’s name as her middle name?” She said. She looked as if she was about to cry. She didn’t get to finish my full name but I didn’t mind. She placed the forms on the examination table nearby and hugged Sherlock. Stunned by this, Sherlock hugs back gently, as if he would crush her tiny frame if he hugged to tightly. Whlist they were in embrace for the brief moment, I skipped over to the table were the forms lay. I picked them up and began to read them. The first thing I found interesting was that Sherlock wasn’t Sherlock’s real name. It was in fact William Sherlock Scott Holmes. I giggles a little. He had such a long name.
 
“Nice name. William.” I say mockingly. I give him a smirk. He gives me a stare. Molly has run to grab tissues to wipe away her tears. I will remind myself to ask why she was upset. I continue to read on and finally come to the section of which contains my new identity. I finally got to my name, and it was the biggest shock of all.
 
Clara Eloise Holmes.
 
A/N: I thought this was a clever plot twist. I enjoyed writing this chapter. Hope you guys did too!