Brilliant - A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter 7

Maya had been at 221b for two months and she hadn't seen her dad accept a single case. She had liked him a lot at first - but in his bored state. She was starting to understand why people felt such strong feelings of dislike towards him. He could be arrogant and blunt.

One sunny Saturday, Maya decided to visit a new friend of hers. She carefully chose an outfit and did her hair and makeup as well as she could. However as she was picking up her own, blue denim jacket. Sherlock wondered into the living room.

"Where are you going?"
"To meet a friend, I'll be back about 6 do you need me to pick anything up?"
He stared blankly at her.
"Dad. Dad hellooooo"

"Sorry. I was just thinking about the fact you have chosen smart clothes. Your favourite clothes meaning you're dressing to impress. To support this you've made an effort with your hair and makeup which means you're going out to meet someone you want to impress. When you meet you're girl friends you'd be quite happy to go out in your pyjamas. So it's a boy and he's not just a friend. You're out to visit you're 'crush' as you all call it now-a-days or your boyfriend."

Maya looked angrily at her dad. "You're not normal. I just need you not to deduct everything about me- I need my private life too. I'll see you later. Text me if you need me." She left in a rush but not before Sherlock saw the glint of a sparkling tear in her eyes.

He sat leaning back in his chair and groaning. He was trying. He wasn't normal Maya was right but he'd had Maya dropped on him like a bomb. He felt he was giving up a lot for Maya. He hadn't seen John and Mary for weeks and he hadn't had a single case since Maya had arrived. He felt his identity was being lost. All because of one 17 year old girl.
But how. How could he not adore Maya. Her eyes were the immaculate crystal blue of his. Her hair was wild and curly just like his. He even saw his sharp cheekbones reflected in her face. She was smart and funny and reminded him of himself. But also her. Maya looked similar to her mother as well. Slim and petite. He'd never say but he knew who her mother was. He'd known as soon as Maya had opened her mouth. She was the image of her mother, and to Sherlock, she was perfect.

Sherlock realised that although he was not a sentimental man, he was protective and sentimental towards Maya. He loved her like a father would. He wondered if Maya felt the same way...