Brilliant - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Sherlock looked alarmed. He couldn't believe it. But here she was, brown hair, sharp cheekbones, blinding blue eyes and an uncanny resemblance to the only girl he'd ever loved. A lump rose in his throat and he felt an unfamiliar stinging in his eyes as he remembered her. But this girl standing in front of him, it wasn't who he so desperately wanted back...

"What do you want from me?" Sherlock asked, a little more sharply than he had primitively intended.

A flash of hurt crossed Maya's face, leaving a stony expression behind it where there had once been a nervous smile.

"Well nothing I suppose. You're the only family I have left. You're the only thing I have left, I just wanted you to know I existed..." Maya faltered. For some reason she had hoped her father would welcome her with opened arms, perhaps let her move in straight away. At that very moment however, it looked as though he was going to turn her out.

"Look. We can't even be sure you are my daughter..."

"Well I suppose if you want evidence then we can take a DNA test, but you know. I can see it, your eyes are brighter than they were when I first walked in, you're tearful - I remind you of someone. Why would you be so upset if I reminded you of someone who you see often? That means you cared about someone and that someone was lost. From what I know as well, that someone was my mother and from your expression I look exactly like her. My mother died"

Sherlock looked at her. He knew deep in his heart that she had to be his daughter. She was eighteen, possibly seventeen which would work out perfectly to the time he had... Well, he didn't want to think back to that and soon after her mother would have vanished, perhaps she gave birth before she died. Sherlock would never know.

"I know your mother died, I was there. I still want to do the DNA test however, I don't want to be supporting you and having you live here for no reason."

"You're going to let me live here? With you? You're going to look after me?" Maya's voice was strangled, a warm tingling feeling was spreading through her body. The though of having a home and a family. She couldn't imagine anything more perfect and she wanted nothing more.

"Of course, it would be bad manners to turn you out on the street - it seems you've been staying there for a few days anyway by the state of your appearance and the mildly displeasing smell coming from you."

If Maya was insulted by Sherlocks comments she didn't show it, tears were streaming down her face and she began to shiver.

"The poor dear is freezing Sherlock. Come now, let's get her upstairs and she can have a nice bath."

Sherlock watched awkwardly as Mrs. Hudson led Maya up the stairs. He followed behind, watching Maya's brown hair swinging as she moved up the staircase. It was all so familiar. She had seen exceptionally grown up when she'd walked through the door, but now, as she left muddy footprints on the dark carpet, Sherlock saw her as the child, his child, he had never known.