My Book Files

Deductions

Here's a short little fanfiction I wrote about Sherlock and Rosie Watson (BBC Version)

Enjoy!

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The old violin sat untouched on an old side table next to the window.

The dust had settled over the countless months of no attention. The strings unplucked; the wood unpolished from the oils of the hands.

It was overall lamenting to look at, Rosie had realized.

She sat at the table with a book face up on the table, eyes focused elsewhere.

The old place was aging; it hadnt been picked up well in about a month and random papers were everywhere.

Some were on the walls; some on the mantel; others even hanging from the ceiling with bullet holes through them.

She sighed.

Even only being 4 years old, her mind, in other peoples perspective, might have been through enough emotion as a 13 year old.

Her feet dangled off of the wooden chair, making the old planks squeak on the floor.

Rosie

She looked up and smiled.

There he was. The all knowing detective. The most known person in London. The one that survived the impossible.

Godfather! She squealed as she stood up on the chair.

He looked at her. What have I told you about making the boards squeak. he said softly.

Rosies face showed expressions of guilt.

She bent her head.

Sorry Godfather.

He smiled.

So much familiarity in those bright hazelnut eyes.

He went over to her and bent down so he was level with her.

Rosie looked up.

That doesnt mean I am mad at you.

She smiled again.

Afterwards, she reached up with her hands and he took her in his arms.

He carried her into the living room and looked at all the papers.

After a bit of silence, Rosie spoke.

Will daddy ever come home?

His smile faded. His gaze looked at all the papers; all the pictures; all the maps.

Im working on it ginger nut....

But I miss him.

I know.

What happened to him?

He kept the truth; the truth on what actually happened that night in Scotland. When the guns fired, the flames getting higher, the smoke thicker. When he took him by the hand with a gun in the other and said, Run. Ill lead them off. When he rejected and begged for him to stick by his side. When he said, theres nothing else to do. When they embraced Surrounded by flames and shouts of the enemies. When he said, take care of Rosie. When he responded with but shes your daughter. She needs you in her life instead of mine.

And what he said as he took his head in his hands. No. She never was. Shes ours. Now, shes yours.

When the smoke swirled around him and he was gone..

He looked out the window with sad eyes. He disappeared

Rosie started playing with his shirt. Maybe he got lost and just needs some directions to get back.