The Game Is On

Chapter Three

'Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it's the place we find the deepest heartache'

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St Bartholomew's hospital
London
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Martha Watson-Holmes, the ray of sunshine in her fathers life and the hope that Mykala Watsons legacy would live on. All throughout her life she was praised and always achieved the highest standard of anything. However, as she grew up she looked more and more like her mother and less like her father. To which Sherlock did not like, it was a constant reminder that his wife was no longer alive and as much as he loved his daughter, he also disliked how much of a reminder she was.
This eventually put a strain on their relationship and Martha slowly become more distant with her whole family. She started feeling like she didn't belong and the only one who made her feel safe and loved was Martha Hudson. Of course when Mrs Hudson died, or as the children called her, Grandma H, the youngest Watson-Holmes broke down and cut herself away from her entire family. Since the death of the older woman, Martha had completely switched off and become a cold hearted arrogant person, very much like how her father was before her mother came into his life. Martha had only opened up to one person, her husband, however after only being married for a short few months they were now in the middle of a divorce.
  Her siblings understood the pain she was going through, however despite Martha now being a lot more like Boo, they still did not agree on a lot of things. Their fathers death for example. Martha had accepted it and already moved on from it. She no longer questioned the universe for taking him, she simply put it down to old age and moved on. Her siblings however had not done so, they mentioned it at any opportunity and kept telling each other that there was more to it. This is the exact reason why they were now in St Barts Hospital with the youngest Lestrade, Fillipe. The only child Molly and Greg had, the one who took on the morgue from his mother when she wanted a change.
The 3 Watson-Holmes children, the eldest Watson and the only Lestrade stood in the science lab where their own parents often stood many years ago. The lab where Mykala Watsons body was examined and Sherlock Holmes' body was examined a mere 5 months ago. A lab where even the secrets had secrets, where arguments had filled the walls and where John and Sherlock met.
"Why are we here?" Martha spoke up making her way from the wall she was leaning against, into the centre of the room where the others stood. Fillipe was sat on a stool quietly, looking at each of the others in quiet judgement.
"We're here because Boo wants to share some information about dads death with us. Fillipe is here because, lets face it we aren't going to get him to leave his own lab and he is the one who examined dads body" Jo shrugs his shoulders and pulls a stool up to the work bench himself and leaning his arms on it.
"What's the information then?" Rosamund asks as she takes a sip of her tea and turns her attention to the eldest of them all.
"Look, dad didn't like to share information about himself. He didn't like others to worry for him or to have help from people. He confided in me and Uncle John about this, not even Auntie Mary or Uncle Mike knew about this. Which is why you all deserve to know now." Boo spoke up taking a deep breath before unfolding her arms, Fillipe gave her a reassuring glance and took her hand into his own, squeezing it to let her know he was there for her. "Dad suffered with depression. He took medication for it so that he could go on with his day to day life. Do you remember that time when he spent that whole week in bed because he had the flu? Well he was ill but not with flu. He didn't want to move from bed. He battled with it silently for years and I was the one who found him in his bed, in the dark, curled up not thinking or moving. Just laying there. It was horrible, he just wasn't himself. That's when I decided that Uncle John could help. We got him some medication, he took to it really well and despite the depression not disappearing, it helped him keep his brain clear so he could work. He had to take one tablet in the morning and one before going to bed. I was the one who lived in the building with him so I was the one made sure he took them. One dosage missed and it would mess up the whole cycle. So that's what I did." Boo looks down at her hands as she recites all of this to her siblings and cousin as well as her close friend. As she looks up, all of them are staring in shock before Martha speaks up.
"Why the fuck did you not tell us sooner?!" She screams at her sister, placing her mug down on the counter, as soon enough Rosie joins in with the shouting and so does Jo. Fillipe sits there looking around at everybody who is screaming at Boo who just stares blankly at her coffee in her hand.
"What the fuck Boo? We had a right to know!" Jo's words reached Boo's ears as Rosie screamed at the other two for screaming and Martha continued to hurl abuse at her older sister.
"Are you guys done?!" Boo finally shouts in a demanding tone which shuts everybody up. Anger surged through the oldest and she slowly placed her mug down before she threw it at somebody. "I didn't fucking tell you because it wasn't my bloody place to. At the end of the day where were each of you leading up to dads death huh?! Jo? Weren't you off with your wife and kids. We hadn't seen you in a good 10 months before the memorial for mum. And Rosie? Weren't you off being busy with the government. Too busy to check on your dad. Or your mum. Or your uncle. The last year you have been absent from our lives. I get you needed you time but we didn't even get a fucking call did we?" Boo patronises the others, Jo and Rosie recoiling back into themselves unsure of what to say or do incase Boo blows her head off with anger. "And Martha. Poor little fucking Martha. You've been absent for years. YEARS! You don't even care about dads death. As soon as you got to the age of 18 you were out of the house and not to been seen until the 20 years memorial. Then after that you stuck around for all of two minutes and then disappeared again. We found out you were engaged at the 25 year memorial. So no. I didn't fucking tell any of you because none of you cared enough to actually phone and check in to see how dad was doing. Or how I was doing. You were selfish pricks who only cared about themselves." Boo rages and at her rant, Martha slowly sinks down onto a stool in the lab. Before any of them speak up Boo quickly down the rest of her coffee and grabs her coat. "Dad was murdered. I know that he was. If you want to help me investigate into this then come by the flat tomorrow afternoon. If you still want to go on believing he died of old age. Then don't speak or contact me again. We don't have ties to each other anymore apart from the fact that we share blood." Boo coldly speaks before strutting out of the room. Fillipe stares after her, grabbing his own coat and quickly walks after the tall brunette.