The Unknown Child (A Sherlock FanFiction)

XIII: Why Holmes?

Chapter Thirteen: Why Holmes?

I sat still, staring at Sherlock, waiting for him to say something. He looked up at me and began to speak. “Clara, I need to tell you what was on that note.” He spoke.

“Sherlock just cut to the chase and tell me what was on that note.” I snap. His eyes, blazing with fury and frustration stare into mine. He sits back up in his chair and he adjusted himself in his chair. I could tell he was nervous, you could see the sweat building up on his forehead.

“Clara, we are all in danger now, on that note was a message from a man who goes by the name Jim Moriarty. Moriarty and I have at confrontations before, 2 and a half years ago, when I faked my own death to save my friends. He did as well. Now I never knew he faked it too, but he arose again only a few months ago, creating a wide spread fear that the Napoleon of Crime was back.” He said, staring at me intently as he did. I began to squirm in my seat, I myself began to sweat, my hands beginning to clam up. “Moriarty is an extremely dangerous man, and he will stop at nothing to have me destroyed. He has threatened you, Molly, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson and anyone else that I hold most dear. I am now afraid that he will come for you.” He finished. His hands beginning to tremble. He stood up and began pacing again. I slumped back into the chair, thinking about what Sherlock had just said to me. Moriarty is coming for me? Why? I am just a girl who doesn’t even know who she really is.

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After some time, Sherlock stopped pacing and took me downstairs to Mrs. Hudson for some lunch. Even though it consisted of only sandwiches and biscuits, it got all the thoughts of Moriarty leave my mind temporarily. Once lunch was over, Mrs. Hudson gave me some biscuits to take with me back out into the field. Whilst I was having lunch with Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock had phoned Lestrade about the case at hand. Giving him all the evidence that he and I had gathered at the scene.

“Sherlock! Please come and eat something!” Mrs. Hudson called. No answer. “Fine then you can starve, once again.” She continued, muttering to herself. I assumed it was usual for Sherlock not to eat. I took it upon myself to take something up to him and force him to it. I grabbed a sandwich and a few biscuits and pondered my up back up the creaky stairs.

“Sherlock Mrs. Hudson wants you to eat this.” I say as I walk through the door. Sherlock was sitting at his laptop, tying away at something important.

“Sherlock.” I say, trying to get his attention. I kept saying his name but he was still concentrated on the laptop screen. I gave up. I picked a biscuit of the plate and threw it at him. It hit him on his temple and he was startled by the biscuit.

“What the hell was what that for?!” He yelled at me, causing me to giggle.

“Well you weren’t answering me so I thought of a creative way to get it. Now Mrs. Hudson wants you to eat, so you will.” I say, walking over towards him and placing the plate down next to him. “Eat. Now.” I demanded. He still didn’t move, he just went straight back to typing. “Sherlock you need to eat.” I say again.

“Digesting food slows down my thinking process.” He says, not moving from his seated position. “But I will eat this arrangement of food if it will stop you from complaining.” He said, picking up one half of the sandwich and biting into it. I smile, knowing that I had won.