Viola sighed and wiped the tears off her face.
She considered going back to Sherlock about this strange case, but it would be useless. She decided to see him but not for the case.
Viola walked back to Sherlock's room and entered it.
"That was Hannah," Viola said to Sherlock.
"Hmm," Sherlock responded.
"Hannah," Viola said, irritated, "Hannah WATSON!"
"Oh," Sherlock mumbled, "John's daughter?"
"YES, JOHN'S DAUGHTER! WHO ELSE!?" Viola yelled, very annoyed by how calm he was being. She groaned and made to leave the room.
"You start these things, these fights, you know," Sherlock said.
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A HARD HUMAN BEING TO DEAL WITH!" Viola answered.
"You're one to talk, you're exactly the same," Sherlock replied.
"I- no I'm not," Viola said, sick of yelling as it really did nothing to get the point across.
"Great to see you've stopped yelling, but yes you are," Sherlock said.
"Ok," Vioa considered, "Maybe I got your deduction skills, your personality, and your fashion sense, but I'm still more like Irene!"
"First of all, please don't say her name. Second, you basically just proved that you're exactly like me," Sherlock said calmly, but wincing as he said "her."
"I-UGH!!" Viola exclaimed. She stormed out of the room, yelling "I'm going out!" and left the flat.
Sherlock sat up as if to follow her, but the he decided against it and laid back down. He closed his eyes and continued his "work."
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A Viola's Song
FanfictionViola Holmes has always wondered if her life was supposed to be like this. Her father is the famous Sherlock Holmes who never has time for her (except for cases) and her mother, Irene Adler, left her when she was very young. Solving cases, fighting...
