Aurora Holmes (Sherlock's lost daughter)

Chapter 5. - The encounter

Aurora

Mycroft and I got out of the limo.

"God, it's Big Ben" I exclaim. I am impressed to see the tower, it is very beautiful.

"We have come to eat in a restaurant, you are going to like it. But you must not let go of my hand, okay?" Mycroft looked serious.

"It's okay." We headed to a rather fancy restaurant and took a seat.

"What do you want to eat?"  Mycroft asks me.

"I'll order beef. This one looks good," I say, looking at the letter. "Mycroft"

"Yes?"

"Can I call you 'uncle'? I say this because now you take care of me, you are my tutor. I also like you." Mycroft smiles, but is somewhat uncomfortable.

"Yeah, right ... You can call me whatever you want," Uncle Mycroft tells me. Uncle Mycroft! Sounds good. Suddenly his cell phone starts ringing, and he starts talking.

"What do you want? ... No, not now. I'm busy ... Of course I'm not alone! ... No, don't go home. Maybe Lady Smallwood is ... I said no! ... I'm not going to tell you where I am ... Stop it, Sherlock! ... How? How did you know? " Uncle Mycroft looks distraught and pissed off. He looks at me with wide eyes, and takes me by the arm and leads me to the exit of the restaurant.

"What are you doing? We haven't even tried the drink yet!" I almost whispered. He's on the phone and I only know they were pissed off, and the man's name is Sherlock. Uncle Mycroft hangs up the call and we enter the black limousine that awaits us at the exit.

"Where are we going?" I ask. Mycroft seems very concerned.

"Now let's go home. I'll have to go outside, okay?"

"Okay ..." When we got there, he took me directly to the basement and locked it.

Mycroft

Shit. I knew it. I knew Sherlock was going to find out. What have I gotten myself into? 

Sherlock is out with John. Sherlock is angry while John is trying to calm him down. When I get closer, Sherlock looks at me with a withering look and his breathing begins to accelerate.

"Relax, Sherlock," John calms him. "You're not going to get anything if you fight him." We stared at each other for a long time in silence, and Sherlock calms down a bit.

"Why have you kept it from me all this time? Ten years, Mycroft! I ended up knowing that I have a daughter from whom you and Irene have kept it from me! And you also kept me from Eurus. What else?"

"Brother, it was for your own good."

"And that's why you're so busy. Taking care of my daughter. Well, I'm sorry to tell you that she's not yours now. Who can think of it? Her mother is dead and you adopt her ?! And taking this into account, surely she didn't die of a bullet. You two had something planned. What ?! "

"She died of breast cancer." Sherlock looks away and snorts.

"Great, great. And you didn't tell me anything. WHY?"

"To protect yourself, brother. You were in a dangerous case and you couldn't leave London."

"Since when did you know I had a daughter?" We were silent for a few seconds.

"Since she got pregnant, she let me know."

"Great. My daughter has been in hiding all this time? Everything to protect me?"

"Not just you, Sherlock. Irene and I have been protecting her all along."

"The two of us have this issue pending." Sherlock enters my house, and John and I stay outside.

"Look, hiding this from Sherlock ... He took it very badly, you know?" John seems calm but concerned.

"I know. "

Aurora

I can't sleep, I know something's up with Uncle Mycroft. I heard that a man was yelling at him. I could not hear the conversation, but I know something is happening with me. 

I hear footsteps on the basement stairs. I wrap myself whole, it might not be Mycroft. And it is not.

"Mycroft!" I scream with all my might. I am very afraid. Will he want to kidnap me?

"No, I'm not going to hurt you" says the man. He is tall, his hair is dark and curly, and he is wearing a very long coat. He approaches me slowly and he lifts me up.

"Who are you?" I ask, scared. He has argued with Mycroft recently.

"I am ... Sherlock, Mycroft's brother." Sherlock! The man from Uncle Mycroft's call. Hearing that relieves me a lot. At least I know he won't kidnap me or something. "But I'm not just that. Look ..."

"Tell me," I say. He seems nervous.

"I am your father." Sorry, what ?! How?! "Don't take it wrong, I didn't want this. I'll explain everything later." 

I can't believe it. My father. This is true? I feel like the room is spinning. Too many emotions, too many things just happened. My mother, her death, the nurse, Mycroft, Sherlock, even Mycroft's partner comes to mind. I fall to the ground and I see how Sherlock tries to help me.