The little Holmes ~ a sherlock fanfiction

The strange man

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Ophelias pov

I woke up with a start in a weird mans arm and I screamed I didnt know where I was or who I was with,but I definitely knew I was frightened. When I jumped out of the mans arms I ran into the corner of the quite petit room still screaming my head of like a mad woman.

I quickly deduced him to to see if he would actually try to harm me or if he was actually trying to help me (either way i was going to scream). I deduced that he was an ex-soldier but didnt know whether it was from Afghanistan or Iraq, I made a mental note to ask later. By the way that his sandy brown hair was sticking all over the place although it was short showed he wasnt up from bed long. I looked at the large mahogany clock in the corner, click clock. Click clock. Only ten in the morning. Wait WHAT!! how long had I been out. Then it all came back to me... The wretched memories of my mother lying dead on the floor with her body gaurd, her staring up at me with her large doe like lifeless eyes. I slowly sunk to the floor from the standing position I was in to a sitting one. My mother was dead. I screamed again not because of the soldier in front of me, but from the realization that my mother was dead and I had no where to go.

That was when a man with a large billowing coat came in and stared at me with his icey blue eyes, it was like he was reading me to see what was wrong. Then it clicked he was deducing me with practically the same icey blue eyes as me.

I took a double look at him, why can't I read him, I thought to myself I wonder if he can read me... I tried again to deduce somethhing from him again but it came out with the same results. He was not readible. I could still feel the raw salty tears running down my cheeks. He had my eyes, my face structure, and my hair. Was I realted to him in any way? Did I know him from somewhere? Thats when he spoke up.

"Are you alright Ophelia, " his voice was calm trying to break through to me, I didnt reply.

"Ophelia, answer his question," the man with sandy hair asked through gritted teeth and it scared me a little bit. He was a soldier God knows what he could do to me...

"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers, and also I dont talk to people until we all know each others names," I finally spoke up in a small voice after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"My name is John Watson and this-"

Before John could say anything the other man broke in.

"Sherlock Holmes" he replied quickly. I gasped, this was the man that my mother always talked about! He was the hero in all the stories and he always defeated the bad guys! I couldnt believe my eyes... I stood up slowly catching myself on the wall when I toppled to the side. When I regained my balance I ran to the strange man named Sherlock and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Your the hero my mummy used to tell me stories about, your my hero." I whispered to him tears springing up in my eyes. I felt the strong arms lift me up,

"Oh, Ophelia" he replied still whispering to me, "I love and have missed you so much." when he said this I could feel his body sinking to the ground using the wall as his guide. He still kept me in the same grip. I felt safe in his arms,like no one could hurt me whem I was with him. I could feel tears start to soak through my thin shirt. He is crying, I thought to myself eagerly, why?

"why are you crying," I asked in a angellic voice, he looked at me and in that moment when we looked into each others eyes, I saw too many emotions all at the one time. I saw guilt, sadness but then I saw relief and happiness. Jee this man needs to get his story straight.

"Im crying because I'm sad" Sherlock replied with a monotone voice.

"why are you sad?" I asked quizzically still looking into the greif showing eyes.

"Im sad because I didnt get to know about my beautiful daughter for the first few years of her life,I didnt get to see my little baby take her first few steps, I wasnt there for her first birthday or her first day of school. I wasnt there for her at all. Im sad because your mother didnt tell me about you Ophelia, your like a fantastic little surprise to me." He was fiddling with my fingers when he said this to me he couldnt look me in the eye.

"Your my daddy" I replied a little bit of enthusiasm in my voice.

"Yes Ophelia, I am your father." (starts to play darth vader music slowly)

"Daddy," I said with tears threatning to spill in my eyes," It doesnt matter you Weren't there for them events in my life, what matters is that your here now." After I finished this short speech I buried my head in his large coat. I could hear John sniffling in the background

"John,stop sniffling it doesn't help this situation." my father said while shooting him a death glanre.

"I Can't it's just soooo sad," john replied while tears fell down his face.

"Oh please, pull yourself together." I giggled when I heard daddy complain to John. He may be a strange man but he's my strange man.

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