The Big Surprise

Chapter Four Earlier then Expected

Sherlock Point Of View

I woke up early yet again like I normally do, so I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. What could I possible do this early in the morning without getting bored? I thought about it for a while before I remembered about my brothers request. He wanted me to be at a certain address by a cartain time, so why not go early and surprise him with whatever he wants to tell me.

So I quickly got dressed into my usual suit, before rushing out into the kitchen and grabbing my keys and phone. I grabbed my coat and scarf then rushed down the stairs and out the door. I remembered the address from yesterday, I decided to walk instead of getting a taxi. It would give me time to think about things, and what my brother could possible be planning on telling me.

It took me about thirty minutes to walk to where my brother wanted me to go, and the sky was just starting to lighten. I was about to knock but none of the lights were on in the house, so I decided to pick the lock instead. It made everything easier to do with my brother, if I would have knocked then he would be shouting at me for coming so early.

Once I unlocked the door and entered I walked around the lower part of the house, I didn't want to go upstairs as I may awaken someone who is sleeping. I walked through the hall and into the living room, through to the downstairs study, then the kitchen and then into the library. Everything inside the house was beautiful, everything was a piece of art.

I decided to make myself a cup of coffee as I saw it as the only thing I could do without waking someone up. Just as the kettle boiled I heard footsteps coming down the stairs; the footsteps didn't sound heavy, they sounded light like a childs footsteps. As I grabbed my mug of coffee I turned around hoping to see Mycroft looking at me with a disapproving look for picking the lock, instead I was met with the sight of a child. I looked harder at the childs face and soon recognized it to be the same girl from John and Mary's wedding, but she looked more tired and upset.

"Hello." I whispered to the girl as I crouched down to her level after I placed my mug on the counter top, however as I did so she took a step back from me as if she was scared of something.

"Hello." She whispered back, she sounded so innocent and lost like she was looking for someone else.

"Are you looking for someone?"

"Yes . . . I'm hungry and mummy was asleep and I didn't want to wake her." Now I was confused, who was this girl and why did Mycroft have her here?

"What's your name?" I asked gentle, I wanted to know back when I saw her at John and Mary's wedding but I never asked because she was with her mother.

"Phoebe Elizabeth Holmes." How was she a Holmes? There was only me and Mycroft, and the only person I had any sexual relations with was . . . Clara.

"Is Mycroft your father?" Was this why he wanted to see me? He thougth he had to introduce me to his daughter.

"No Mycroft is . . ."

"Phoebe baby what are you doing down here, you should have woken me up." I freeze on the spot after hearing those words, I instantly recognized the voice that belonged to the woman speaking. I could feel the tears already making their way to the surface of my eyes.

I stood up and instantly walked back a little before the woman walked into the kitchen. I wouldn't believe what I was hearing, I always thought I could hear her voice this time of year. The woman walked into the kitchen and managed to not see me. She knelt down in front of Phoebe, who I now assumed to be her daughter, she wrapped her arms around her and picked her up.

"I was speaking to the nice man." I could visible see the woman tense up before she held on to Phoebe slightly tighter.

"What nice man babe girl?"

"I don't know his name, but he's standing right behind you." The woman instantly turned around. I almost collapsed on the floor but I wasn't going to let myself do so. She was just as beautiful as the last day I saw her, she hadn't changed one bit.

"The name Phobe Elizabeth Holmes is Sherlock Holmes. " I whispered to her as I stared into Clara's eyes. You could visible see the tears now running down her cheeks.

"I know who you are, I just wanted you to say it for my mummy to hear." She whispered back at me, she seemed so happy but I didn't know why. Why did Phoebe know about me?

"Phoebe babe go and get Mycroft will you." Clara whispered to her daughter as she put her down. Clara stood back up looking at me still, I couldn't take my eyes off of her but I knew that Phoebe hadn't gone.

"No." Phoebe shouted as she stomped her foot on the ground and crossed her arms, I couldn't help but chuckle a little. She had her mothers temper, and she couldn't follow orders all too well.

"Phoebe go and get . . ."

"No I want to stay here with my da . . ."

"Phoebe Elizabeth Holmes go and get Mycroft this instant or no more American TV series for you for a month, and I don't care of there brand new episodes." Clara shouted as she looked at Phoebe. Phoebe instantly ran away from the kitchen and up the stairs, but what was she going to say.

"Clara how did . . ."

"Don't you dare Sherlock Holmes." She whispered at me with such a harsh tone, but I could still hear the sadness in her voice.

"Clara. . ." She walked closer to me until she was exactly toe to toe with me.

"Just shut up." She whispered at me as she leaned forwards into me, I knew what she was going to do and I didn't want to stop her. Her lips brushed mine, so I leaned forwards towards her and capture her lips. The kiss was slow but filled with so much passion. When she pulled away I could then feel the tears running down my cheeks, why did she have to steal my heart like this?

"I missed you so much Sherlock Holmes you have no idea." She whispered against my ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me, I instantly wrapped my arms around her waist and hold her close to me. I knew I was holding her to tightly, but I thought that if I let go she would go again like in my dreams.

"You have no idea how much I missed you Clara Phoenix." Clara pulled back and looked into my eyes, but then I felt a stinking feeling against my cheek.

"How dare you jump off the top of a building and commit suicide." She shouted at me before capturing my lips once again in a fierce kiss. I pulled away and looked at her.

"How dare you make me believe you were dead." I leaned forwards and kissed her once again, running my tongue along her bottom lip asking for entrance which she instantly granted me. I slid my hands from her shoulders down to her waist, before picking her up and lifting her onto the island in the centre of the kitchen.

"I never stopped loving you Sherlock Holmes." She whispered against my ear, as my lips travelled down her neck kissing and scking lightly.

"I never stopped loving you Clara Phoenix." I whispered against her neck. I felt Clara's fingers wrap around the collar of my coat and lightly tug against it, so I stood up and pulled it off.

"MUMMY." Phoebe shouted as she ran down the stairs, so we quickly separated from each other and brushed ourselves off.

"Clara she told me you sent her to come and get me." Mycroft shouted as he was walking to the kitchen.

"Yeah Mycroft, Sherlock's here." Clara shouted out to him just as Phoebe came running into the kitchen and over to Clara who was stood next to me. Mycroft soon entered after Phoebe looking a little upset but also angry at me for picking the locks once again.

"Sherlock."

"Mycroft."

"Daddy." Phoebe shouted as she wrapped her tiny arms around my legs. I felt my eyes widen as I looked over at Clara, she was looking everywhere but at me.

"Clara what does she mean by Daddy?"