The Unknown Child (A Sherlock FanFiction)

XX: Adding Spice to The Mix

Chapter Twenty: Adding Spice to The Mix.

 

“Sherlock… I thought she was dead.” Molly quivered. Molly’s voice was broken and shaken. She hid herself behind Sherlock, his tall frame covering her left side. The bags under her eyes were visible.

“Well guess what… I’m not.” Irene smirked. “So I see Sherlock as lowered his standards.”

“Don’t you dare say that.” Sherlock said, standing in front of Molly and myself. “How dare come to my flat and insult my family like that. Now you tell us why you have come here or you can get the fuck out.” Sherlock bellowed. Irene stood up and walked over towards me.

“Well then, this is a nice reunion. Jim said you were his favourite.” I froze behind Sherlock. No.

“What did you say?” Molly questioned. “You are a sick bitch.” Molly accused, pointing at her.

 “At least Molly don’t have to take my clothes off to please a man.” I add. Irene’s gaze turns to me, the surprise sewn onto her face. “You are smart Irene, but not as smart as me. You use your body to get what you want, you blackmail people, that’s how you survive, on the fear and suffering of others. Now get out of my house.” I show her the door. My right hand is curled in a fist, my knuckles white. Irene puts her fancy heels on.

“No wonder if he likes you so much. You are just like him. But I can see it now, why Jim liked you so much. Because you are just like him. You are the embodiment of Sherlock and Jim.”

“Don’t you dare say that my daughter is like Moriarty.” Sherlock growled. Molly glared at her, her gaze not even flinching. She glides out the door, but I grab her wrist and pull her back. From the corner of my eye, I see Sherlock grab Molly’s hand.

“Listen lady, you have no idea what I endured while I was kidnapped. I don’t remember any of it, but Molly has a report to prove it.” I say.

“I know, I watched.” Irene smirked, her cold voice sending a chill down my spin.

“Get out, and don’t ever come back.” Sherlock bellowed.

“And stay away from my daughter, you sick, twisted cow.” Molly said, pulling my shoulder to come and stand next to her.

“You have my number Sherlock, if you want to talk, you know where to find me.” Irene leans into Sherlock cheek. But Sherlock backed away, staring her down. Irene pouted her lips and stormed out of the flat. Sherlock, Molly and I stare her down as she walks graciously down the creaky stairs, her heels clicking as they made contact with the old wooden steps. Sherlock let go of Molly’s hand and slammed the door shut, making the house shake.

“Clara…are you okay?” Sherlock asks. He holds my face in his hands, the palms covering both sides of my face completely. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, the stinging sensation they caused. “Clara, please don’t cry, please don’t cry.” He added. He pulls me into him, dragging Molly into the mix. “I am so sorry, the both of you, I should have told her to leave straight away.” He cried. The hug was warm. For the first time, I felt loved. Molly broke the hug, I could tell she was a little worried.

“Sherlock, I thought she was dead. She was on my slab, her face all bashed up.” Molly cried. “How can she be alive?”

“She faked her death, just as I did. She hid from me for six months and then she revealed to John that she wasn’t dead. I followed John and discovered this. I was heartbroken, because she was the first person I couldn’t ‘read’. But I guess I’m over her now, because she is like an open book now.” Sherlock said. I had drifted to the couch, Molly in pursuit. I sat down, still mortified from what Irene had told me.

“Clara, I think you should head to bed, it is getting a little late.” Molly said. “Sherlock can I talk to you please. In private.” Molly added. She glided to Sherlock’s bedroom and leant against the doorframe…waiting.

“Molly is pissed at you, you are dead.” I whisper.

“It doesn’t bother me, as long as you aren’t in trouble.” Sherlock winks. “You best be off to bed, you can have a shower in the morning. You are walking to Lestrade’s in the morning to pick up his boys and then walking to school.”

“Yep.” I quickly run to Molly and give her a hug. “Goodnight Mum.” I say. I knew it would make Molly smile. I dash off to bed, quickly changing into my pajamas.

“Night Dad, night Mum!” I yell from my room. I could feel them both smirking and smiling. I crawled into bed but I just lied there, allowing the warm of the blanket to overcome me. My eyes suddenly shut, bolted down and my mind slowly drifted away into dreamland.