Chapter Twenty-One: Jonathan and Oliver
After waking up early and getting myself ready for school. I wandered down the hallway, I had found Sherlock had left me a note on my side of the desk. I picked it up, straighten out the page so that I could read it more clearly.
“Clara, I have had to leave early to discuss some things with Molly. I will be back in time for you to arrive back from Lestrade’s home. Make sure you have a shower this morning and all your homework done. Dad”
He has called himself Dad. A wave of joy and relief flowed over me, relaxing me and bringing me back down from the clouds. I wandered into the bathroom and showered, feeling fresh and extremely clean afterwards. I brush my hair up into a ponytail, the many knots pulling on my scalp. I dress myself in my uniform and throw my blazer around me to keep the warmth in. I grab my backpack from beside my side of the desk and quickly ran downstairs and asked Mrs. Hudson, who was making my breakfast and lunch, where 112 Harley Street was.
“Oh dear, it’s not even a ten minutes away it is just around the corner pretty much, you’ll find it being the smart young lady you are.” She said. “Now I’ve packed your lunch, it’s in the fridge and your water bottle is in the drying rack.” She adds.
“Thank you Mrs. Hudson.” I say. I scoff down the porriage and fruit that have been placed on top. Once I am finished, I wash up and turn to the fridge door, the cool are blasting into my face as I open the door. I stuff the lunch into my bag and put my water bottle onto the side of my backpack. The weight of the backpack pulls me towards the ground like an anchor, but not enough to knock me over. I dump my bag at the foot of the stairs and quickly dash upstairs, once up there, I open Sherlock’s laptop to quickly Google Lestrade’s address. While it loads, I furiously brush my teeth. I memorise the directions and make my way down stairs, scooping up my bag from the floor.
“Goodbye Mrs. Hudson!” I bellow, before the door slams shut. The cool London air surrounds me as I walk down Baker Street to 112 Harley Street.
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“Ah Clara! You are early than I expected.” Lestrade said, pulling me into a massive hug.
“Good to see you too Greg.”
“Daddy who is that girl?” A small voice squeaked.
“Is she our new babysitter?” Another piped
“Jonathan and Oliver, this is Clara. Clara, this is James and Oliver.” I place my bag beside me and get down to there level. The young boys were identical twins, every feature and aspect of them the same. Jonathon and Oliver look so much like their father it would be hard to say that they aren’t his children.
“It is very nice to meet you.” I say, holding out my hand to shake. Jonathon reaches out for my hand first, followed hesitantly by Oliver. “Do you guys have nicknames I can call you by, you can call me Cee if you want.”
“Jonathon is called JJ a lot, due to his middle name being James, and Oliver is called Ollie.” Lestrade says proudly. I turn my attention back to the two boys.
“Can I call you two by those names?” I ask.
“Yes, but don’t get us mixed up!” Ollie says.
“I will try my best.” I giggle.
“Okay boys, go get dressed, Clara will be waiting for you downstairs to take you to school.” Lestrade says. The boys smile and quickly run up stairs, Ollie tripping on the last step. “Would you like a drink, they will be a while.” He says.
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The Unknown Child (A Sherlock FanFiction)
AdventureWhen Clara wakes up in a park, she doesn't remember who she is. With only her name, age and knowledge to aid her in her hunt to find herself, what will become of her when she become Sherlock Holmes's biggest and most perplexing case in years?
