A Living Mystery

That's My Girl!

A/N Here's a short little one-shot I made of when Eris is 13. I was bored but consider this a special chapter, I might make more but I swear I have a plot for the main story XD. (The picture above is kinda what Eris would look like when she was 13, but younger, and a bit messier.)

3rd Person POV

"What's going on here?" Sherlock asked, walking into the principal's office with John behind him. His face was hard as stone, eyes cold as ice.

Eris Holmes-Watson sat at the desk looking slightly disheveled and nonchalant, her arms were crossed and there was a small cut on her cheek that was bleeding. John's eyes widened and he crossed the room to look at his daughter up close "Eris, why are you hurt? What happened?" He asked with slight worry in his voice.

"Relax John," Sherlock sighed "Judging by the state of her clothes, the dirt everywhere, the bruises on her knuckles, and the wrinkles on the arms of her jacket, Eris was in a fight." He narrowed his eyes at his daughter "What I want to know is why."

The principal sputtered "How-"

John sighed and cut him off "He does that a lot, don't question it. Now, about our daughter?"

The principal shook his head and cleared his throat "Eris got in a fight with two freshman boys and almost strangled both of them, it took four teachers to stop her."

"Oh how wonderful of you to say all the numbers Mr.Seamon," Eris grumbled, "Now we can make a word problem and turn this into something educational, way to go common core!"

John glared at his daughter "Don't be smart with us now, explain before we ground you for life."

Eris pressed her lips together and stayed silent. Sherlock observed her expression, she'd learned how to make a great poker face thanks to him but John had made sure that she had an emotional/social education as well. So it made her easy to read at Sherlock's standards (Plus she was his daughter so he knew her more.)But to anyone else, she looked as emotionless as a brick wall, even John couldn't read her as well as Sherlock could.

"We'll talk about this at home." The detective warned. John opened his mouth to protest but Sherlock cut him off "Baker Street, family. Now."

Eris got up, her shoulder-length curly hair bouncing a bit at the sudden movement. She was relatively tall and wore a large blue jumper with jeans, combat boots, and pearl earrings. Her eyes flashed angrily even though her face was placid. She kept her arms crossed and didn't look at any of the three people as she walked towards the door.

Sherlock reached out and put a hand on her shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting manner. The corners of Eris's mouth twitched, her father's lack of emotional intelligence had always mildly amused her. Though, she respected and idolized him for his skills. She leaned her head on his shoulder and swallowed the lump in her throat. 

John sighed and apologized to the principal before following his family outside. Together they hailed a cab and made their way home for a nice interrogation.

Fun, Eris thought bitterly.

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The two dads sat in their respective chairs, facing their daughter who sat in the client chair before them. It was the way they had always done things since she was a little girl, the chair used to scare Eris so it was very effective back then.

"I did you a favor," Sherlock stated "I could've let you confess to that principle with the low mental capacity, but instead I let you say it just to us. So why did you do it? I spent such a long time teaching you how to used sarcasm and wit and here you go using your fists, it's a waste."

Eris frowned "Doda taught me how to fight."

"For self-defense!" John countered "Those kids must have done something for you to react like that. I know you, sweetheart and you're not a violent person."

The girl sucked in a breath, wishing Mrs.Hudson were there to defend her "The boys insulted my intelligence, they talked behind my back about me having two dads and pretended I couldn't hear them. They deserved it, so if you're waiting for an apology, book your grave because you are going to be waiting very long."

John pinched his mouth closed "You could've reported it instead of causing such a commotion. What you did is very honorable but not very smart." 

"No, John. She has a point. They did insult her intelligence." Sherlock agreed, nodding his head slowly.

"Sherlock! She almost killed them like a bloody psychopath!" John retorted

"High-functioning-" Eris and Sherlock began at the same time.

"Sociopath, right." John finished, then sighed and laughed a bit, surprising his husband and daughter. "Alright, I forgive you, darling. But we still need to deal with the mess you made at school."

Eris smiled brightly and got up, hugging both dads and kissing them on the cheek "We'll handle it. Anyway, I made sure to make the wounds as hidden as possible so we won't get sued. The effects will likely be long-term unless they see an expert. And I was wearing my coat and gloves in a mostly empty hallway when I did it, I can bribe the witnesses..." Eris rambled, showing off everything she had thought of before she beat up the kids.

Sherlock watched proudly while John tried to decide whether to laugh or continuously slam his head against the wall.

"Or Uncle Myc can help us pay off any fees. He owes me after that game of Operation." The girl concluded.

"We'll figure that out later," Sherlock said, looking up from his phone with his eyes bright with excitement. "Lestrade has a case for us."

John's and Eris's faces lit up instantly and they sprang to their feet. Sherlock threw on his trenchcoat and scarf, John grabbed his med kit and Eris retrieved her notebook from her room, a pen behind her ear. She liked to write down anything she found useful in solving cases, drawing in the margins when she got bored. 

"Murder in a history museum, Eris this is your area." John pointed out, reading Lestrade's text. Eris was more experienced in history and mythology, deciphering obscure codes and clues related to those topics. Her heart sped up with excitement and she linked arms with her dads, sliding in between them and beaming.

 "To outshine Scotland Yard!" she shouted cheerily and Sherlock grinned, ruffling her hair affectionately.

"That's my girl."

A/N This was fun to write. I might do more but I should probably advance the plot first.

DON'T DIE!

~Prongs❤