"How did you guys know we were in trouble?" I asked.
"They showed up at the flats," mrs. Hudson spoke.
"They what?" John asked.
"They barged in like They own the place!" She scoffed.
I sat there in the back seat as we drove by a light.
"STOP!" I yelled and threw open the door.
"LILLIAN!" I shouted seeing her cross the street.
She saw me and ran towards me.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"My mom She she she," she began.
"Isn't good. Come on," I motioned and she got in the car with us.
"This is Lillian. She is uh. We just met but um. She is Irene's daughter," I spoke.
"Hi Lillian," Molly spoke.
"Where exactly are we going?" John asked.
"A safe house that Mycroft owns," Mary spoke.
Sherlock opened his mouth.
"He thinks witnesses for a murder are there not us," Mary winked.
Sherlock smiled.
I glanced out the window. It began to rain. The fat drops hit the window and rolled down and away. I can't help but think of Josh. He loves rain. Loved. Because he is now past tense. Loved. I love him. And that isn't past tense. I think a part of me will always love him. I leaned on Sherlocks shoulder and fell quickly asleep.
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Sherlock's daughter.
FanfictionSherlock is shocked for once in his life. That shock is his daughter Vivian. (Sherlock fan fiction)
