The little Holmes ~ a sherlock fanfiction

Home Sweet Home

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Sherlocks p.o.v

When I look down at this beautiful little girl on my lap unconscious,  she reminds me so much of me. She has my sharp face structure, (including my sharp cheekbones that her mother said could cut anything that touched them),  my bouncy chestnut curly hair, and my striking icey blue eyes. If anyone couldnt tell she was my daughter then they would be blind, she is an absolute clone of me. I hope she has a brain though I think to myself...

When I relised that Mycroft was staring at me I looked away from my daughter.

"You dont know what to do, do you." Mycroft asked warily. 

"Not really, no." Sherlock replied cooly trying not to play into the question Mycroft was asking.

"You just need to ask and I will be there Sherlock. Not everyone is your enemy" Mycroft replied just as we pulled up outside 221 Baker Street.

I got out of the door of the sleek black car carrying the lifeless girl in my hands. I tried to slam the door but failed miserably. I deducted since my last dramatic exit Mycroft got silencers on the door to ease my exit. I walked up to the black as night door to find the door already opened with a annoyed looking John in the doorway. I hope he doesnt ask questions..

"Why have you got a little girl in your hands Sherlock what have you done now." John said looking quite annoyed

"John I would like you to meet my daughter Ophelia, she needs to be lying down in the next five minutes as that is when she will wake up. Put her in my room and bring some painkillers in she has sprained her arm and has lost her mother. I will be up in two." Sherlock said calmely to John while handing her over.

"Who is her mother?" John asked with a bit of question in his voice

"That is for me and Ophelia to know now off you go." Sherlock replied hoping that John would leave him alone now. But it didnt happen...

"Sherlock." John said with venom laced in his voice, "tell me now or I will text Mycroft to tell me."

"JOHN! I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT YOU WOULDNT UNDERSTAND. NOW TAKE OPHELIA UPSTAIRS SHE IS GOING TO WAKE UP SOON DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND SHE NEEDS TO BE LYING DOWN." I shouted at John in the middle of the street. I could feel eyes burning through the back of my head as everyone was looking at us. John eyes just stared holes through me with hurt and disgust in his eyes, with that he turned around and walked towards the door.

"You are not allowed near this girl to I find out whats got

into you, you will not come near here, not speak to her, not anything." John spat at Sherlock with anger seeping through.

"John you cannot keep me away from my daughter."

"Watch me" John replied

"But.."

"No but's Sherlock you brought this upon yourself." John replied trying to calm down but was failing to do so.

With that final note he walked away with little Ophelia in his caring arms. Sherlock knew she was in good hands but wanted to be there for her when she woke. But he wouldnt, John was final with that. He started to walk away when he heard a scream from 221b Baker Street "Ophelia" he whispered to him self before sprinting to the door whispering to himself again "welcome home sweetheart." And with that final note he sprinted in the door up the stairs into john and his flat to find his daughter in the corner crying her eyes out again. Every sob penetrated his skin, stabbing him in his heart.

Will hopefully get to post another chapter tonight hope you have enjoyed this chapter!! Dont forget to leave a comment and vote! I look forward to reading them so I can improve my story. Also if you have any ideas of which way you want the story to go pm me or just leave a comment I think ive got planned whats happening so far so with that I will leave it there. Hope you have a good day!!!
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