Words words words swords words words I'm writing a story hi my name is Kristen I like cake give me food now or I'll kill you! (From Smokepelt)
Clara Watson-Holmes was just like any other fifteen year old girl. She loved her dads dearly and enjoyed investigating crime scenes. Well, probably not exactly like other girls her age. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were her parents after all.
When Sherlock and John decided to have a child together, they had asked John's sister Harriet to be the surrogate. She happily agreed. Nine months later, a beautiful blonde haired, brown eyed baby girl was born.
She was attached to Sherlock at the hip as soon as she was born. As soon as she turned eight he started bringing her to crime scenes. Much to John's dismay. She started learning deduction skills at age five. By the time she was thirteen, she was respected by the majority of Scotland Yard. Not including Donovan and Anderson of course. But, you can't please everyone.
Clara was highly trained in using a gun by both her parents. Like Sherlock, she liked to shoot the wall out of boredom. Which didn't take well with John or Ms. Hudson. Or other residents of Baker Street. John usually confiscated her gun. Only for Sherlock to give it back to her a few minutes later.
Clara had a way of attracting danger to her. She was always in trouble when it came to a case. In the end, she would always save herself from a near death experience. She liked the danger though. She always had her gun on hand and these people had clearly never dealt with a Holmes before. Those who did wound up seriously injured, concussed, arrested, and, one time, by no fault of Clara's, even dead.
She was not a force to be reckoned with. She looked innocent, but it was a facade. She could pin down a man three times her size. And gut them like a fish.
The point is, Clara Watson-Holmes was no average teenager. Want to know more? Read on.
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