Sherlock's daughter.

Real

I shouted, CAN'T YOU SEE!" 
He still wore the confused John look.
"Oh for the love of- Irene she is smart yes? Very. Why would she have Vivian almost killed and then risk everything to come here? Why? Nothing about any of this makes any sense. The first time we saw her it was a power play, for all of Britain. The second time it was a power and pleasure play. One I failed but ultimately don't regret because I have," I squeezed Vivian shoulder,"her for it. Then she tried to take Vi from us. Oh that was fun. So what does she want? What is her goal? If she wanted Vivian she could have done so many other things. Why this? What is her plan! Nothing adds up!" I explained best I can.
"Maybe it's not supposed to add up. She is a physcopath." Mary sighed.
"No no no. She isnt that type. I'm telling you there is something not adding up. Vivian wasn't safe there." I shook my head.
Suddenly with a fright, Vivian sat straight up in the bed. Tears streamed down her face as she quickly glanced around.
"Dad." She said looking at John, "Dad." She said looking at Sherlock. The finally seeing who she was searching for, she sees Josh, "Josh." Her voice cracks.
"Josh."
He leans over and held her hand tightly, "I'm here. I'm right here."
"I love you. I needed to say that.incase that this isn't real." She whispered.
"I love you too. And it's real." He whispered.
"Real." She replied.
"Real." He repeated.