Sherlock's daughter.

Gone.

Vi~~~~~
I woke up, the blinding image of Sherlock's dead body flashed before my eyes. I glanced up to see John asleep on the couch. I should probably get packing up my stuff. Not that I had much or that I had unpacked much either. John wouldn't want me. I picked my my shoes and slid them on.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
I jumped.
"Oh I was just packing up my stuff," I replied.
"Why?" He asked.
"Well I mean I'll be put in foster care soon I guess..." I shrugged.
"None sense! You will stay here with me and Mrs. Hudson. Any family of Sherlock's is family of mine," he replied.
I nodded weakly. Sherlock. Sherlock. The name ringing in my head.
"Are-Are you sure?" I asked.
He nodded.
" Yes of course," he nodded.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"Molly wanted to meet me for coffee to see if the rumors were true. She was a friend of Sherlock, and mine. You can come if you want," he replied.
"Ok," I nodded, following him out of the apartment.
We walked to the coffee shop. And women with reddish hair care up to us. Cheeks flushed. Lashes wet. Nails bitten. She was heartbroken. She must have liked my father.
"Hi Molly," John greeted.
"Hi John. Who is this?" She asked.
"I'm Vi. I'm Sherlock's daughter. My mum died a few days maybe a week ago I came to see if Sherlock would be my guardian. But we had never met before. Then the..." I spoke.
"So it's true? Sherlock. Sherlock's. Sherlocks de-" she began.
I nodded.
She began to cry. I hugged her not knowing what else to do.
"You do look like your father. Do you have his intelligence?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Well, I hope we can be friends, and I'm here," she smiled.
I smiled. She loved my dad. How cute!