Sherlock's daughter.

Cure?

They instantly started working.
Josh and John tried to stop the shaking by holding my hands. It didn't really help but it felt good to have them there. I called Molly and Mary.
"Oh my gosh. Your going to be ok. You have to be ok," Molly spoke.
"Don't worry. If there is anything I know about John and Sherlock. Is they will do anything to protect their girls," Mary agreed.
"I know it's just.." I began.
"What is it?" Molly asked.
"I exploded a bullet," I spoke.
"You what?" Mary asked.
"It was going to kill Sherlock. I jumped in front," I began
"YOU WHAT?" Mary and Molly asked.
"And my hands were shaking and it's almost like they ruptured the bullet because of how hard they were shaking," I spoke.
"Wow," Mary spoke.
Soon after that Mary and Molly had to go so I watched Sherlock and Quinten work.
They created and formed different designs until they finally finished.
I slid on the cold fabric.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked.
"No," Mycroft spoke.
"Yes. It will work. Just give it a few minutes," Sherlock nodded.
"My plan would have worked instantly." Mycroft scowled.
"And she would have lost feeling in her arms!" John yelled.
"Better than not having any arms," Mycroft spoke.
"Can't you for just one second be positive? Or even human?" John asked.
"Look," Sherlock pointed
As everyone looked at my arms the shaking slowed until they finally stopped. I let out a breathe and almost coughed.
"It works!" I smiled.
"Oh thank God!" John spoke.
I through my arms around Sherlock.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"Anything for you," he hugged her.
She hugged Quinten and thanked Mycroft.
They hailed a cab and drove home. Home. 221B Baker St.