The Big Surprise

Chapter Three The New

Clara's Point Of View

   When I left that room, I didn't want to talk to Mycroft for a very long time. As soon as I left the room he had recieved a phone call, I stayed only a few seconds to listen to who it was. Once I had heard Mycroft's voice speak the word 'John', I left to go see my daughter again. She was still asleep, but she was moving about a lot more than she normally would. 

   I approached Phoebe carefully in case it was a nightmare, I knew that when she had these she would become worse if I would touch her. Then she suddenly started moving around more, I could see her pulling her fists towards her face as if she was trying to get out of someones grips. I wanted to touch my daughter and wake her up but I couldn't, I risked making it a lot worse than it already is by doing so. 

   "NOOOOO!" Phoebe screamed out in front  of me and I couldn't do anything, I sat by her side and hovered my hands over her body. I started to sing to her and whisper her name, this normally worked when waking her up or relaxing her a little. Mycroft came storming into the room and rushed over towards me and Phoebe, he was about to reach out and touch her when I grabbed his wrists and forced him back. 

   "Don't touch her Mycroft." I whispered at him, if he touched her he could make her worse. 

   "Why not? She is having a nightmare, we need to wake her up to stop it." He hissed at me, I could see anger building up behind his eyes.

   "Because if you touch her, you will make it worse. Look at how her body is moving, she is pulling her fists towards her like she is trying to get away from someone. If you touch her you will make it worse, trust me I've done it before." Mycroft stopped instantly and just looked, he looked confused but also understanding. I could see him trying to fight my words, but he knew I was telling the truth because of how I was reacting. 

   "Okay, but if it gets worse then I will do something." He stated before he went and sat back down in his seat, his eyes on Phoebe at all times. 

   "Phoebe honey, you need to wake up now. Stop dreaming come on honey, wake up we are nearly there." I whispered in her ear, making sure that I never touched her the whole time. I could see her coming back to reality as I kept on whispering in her ear, but she didn't wake up like she normally did. She suddenly shot up into a straight line and screamed like mad, what had she been dreaming about? 

    Phoebe had her eyes open which meant she had woken up, I quickly pulled my daughter into my arms as she carried on screaming. I eventually calmed her down and she was fine again, she was hugging me tightly like she hadn't seen me in a long time.

   "Hey Phoebe, it's okay it was only a bad dream. Your fine, calm down baby." 

   "I thought I lost you mummy, I thought that you were being taken away from me." She cried into my arm, I could feel someone's presence standing behind me. I stood up with Phoebe in my arms and then turned round to look at Mycroft, but his eyes weren't on me they were on Phoebe.

   "Ten minutes before we arrive, can you please take your seats and prepare for landing." The pilots voice came through the intercome, Mycroft took his seat but kept his eyes on Phoebe the whole time.  I sat down in my seat once again but with Phoebe in my arms, I wasn't going to let her go until she wanted me too. 

   The ten minutes went by really quickly as we landed back down on British Soil, but something didn't feel right and I didn't like it. I knew Mycroft was up to something, but I wasn't going to question him on it now. I knew it either involved Sherlock or me, but I didn't like the idea I had pop up with in my head. Mycroft could take Phoebe away from me and raise her himself, while he sent me off to prison for my crimes made many years ago. Or he could ask Sherlock to be at a certain place by a certain time, when he knew I was also going to be there and surprise him. That thought scared me.