I was just a chauffeur, nothing more than an Irish man with impossibly high dreams, but she was willing to give up everything for me, her status, her family, even her country. I spent every day mulling about our country house, engaging in conversations with my sisters on pointless topics and entertaining admirers over our evening dinners, but I found my life filled when I met him, a man who shared my political interests, my hopes of change in the future and who made me feel warm inside with a simple glance. Set during series 1 (March 1912)

I do not own Death Note, the characters or you. I do not own Sword Art Online or any other anime references I may have made. All rights go to their respectful owners. I do, however, own Kiba and Kiyemi. This is thanks to my other Death Note audience since I was requested to write another in a few messages and stuff... So yeah, here it is.

Kyna Jocelyn Graham is unusually talented and intelligent, much to her mother's unending and embarrassing horror. For sixteen years Kyna's mother has been desperately trying to stamp out any traces of the man who is her father. But she is unsuccessful and when Kyna's mother dies from breast cancer, Kyna is forced into custody with her biological father and on that same day, Sherlock Holmes receives a child he never wanted. She despises him and he cannot even tolerate her, but slowly, through thick and thin, they grow to respect each other. Kidnapped and afraid, in love and alone, angry and heartbroken: Kyna Holmes is the only Consulting Daughter in the world. And her special talents are put to the test when 'Uncle Jim' comes to play in his own twisted and maniacal way. [Don't copy this fanfic onto other pages or I will feed you to Smaug] DISCLAIMER: I don't own the original BBC Sherlock characters used in this story. They are the property of their creators.