Hellooooo! This idea for a fanfiction has been in the back of my mind for a while now and I thought I would give it a go! Rated T for mentions of rape and mild language (mild language in later chapters)
This story will not be following the story line of the show, but is based after "the fall" except there is no Mary. I may change the back stories of the characters slightly too.
Disclaimer: I only own Celeste and any other ocs that pop up along the way, all other characters belong to the BBC
Enjoy!
John sighed as he stood in the doorway of Celeste , his 14 year old daughters, bedroom.
She was currently lying on her bed curled up into a ball facing away from the wall with her head phones in which were blasting "Let's cheers to this" by Sleeping With Sirens.
"Celeste, what do you want for dinner?" he asked.
She either didn't hear him or chose to ignore him. He walked around the side of her bed and touched her shoulder. At his touch Celeste shot up and crawled away, in fear.
Johns heart broke to see his own daughter so afraid of him, though it was understandable after what happened.
"Shhh Celeste, it's alright" he reassured her "It's just me"
Celeste relaxed slightly
"What would you like for dinner Celeste?" he asked again
"I don't want anything" she mumbled, looking down.
"Celeste, you have to eat something"
"I said I don't want anything!" she exclaimed and turned away from him and put her headphones back in.
John stood up with a sigh and left the room. He found Sherlock in the living room.
"What does she want for dinner?" asked Sherlock, looking up as John entered the room.
"She doesnt want anything, again." sighed John, sitting down and putting his hands over his face.
"You should have seen her Sherlock. She looked terrified of me.
Sherlock looked at John with pity in his eyes.
"She'll be alright John." he said " I'll find who did this and get them sent down for what they did to her"
"You'll have to be quick, I'll probably kill them first."
*TWO DAYS AGO*
"So it was the maid after all?" asked John as him and Sherlock made there way into 221b Baker street.
"Yes" replied Sherlock
Just as they were sitting down in their chairs they heard someone running up the stairs
DI Lestrade rushed into the room as John and Sherlock shot up from their chairs
"Another murder?" asked Sherlock excitedly
"No" said Lestrade. He looked over to John with pity in his eyes.
"It's Celeste"
John visibly paled
"What's happened?" he asked quickly
Lestrade looked like he was holding back tears, he cared a lot for Celeste. When John was in Afghanistan, Celeste had lived with Lestrade. She was like a daughter to him.
"Well, I was just finishing up at the office when one of the interns came in and told me a female teenager had come into the station injured" he took another breath before continuing "Naturally I went out to see what was going on, and I saw Celeste. She was just sat there and she just looked all blank, she was just staring at the wall. I rushed over to her to see if she was alright but as soon as I touched her shoulder she started screaming. We don't know what has happened to her, she wouldn't tell us." Lestrade finished.
John and Sherlock quickly pulled their coats back on and the trio ran down the stairs of the flat. Sherlock hailed a cab seemingly out of thin air and they all climbed in. The whole ride there everyone was silent, worrying about Celeste.
When they arrived at Scotland Yard, Lestrade quickly payed the Cabbie and they all rushed inside. Lestrade took them down a few corridors, flashing his badge occasionaly at anyone who stopped them.
Before long they stopped infront of some white double doors
"Now, she's in there with a member of the crisis team-" Lestrade started but John made to go in. "John, I think it's best that you don't go in there, she's in a little bit of a state"
John looked livid. "She's my daughter! You can't stop me from seeing her!" he shouted
"John-" started Sherlock but John cut him off. "Let me see her now, I need to know she is alright!"
"JOHN" shouted Sherlock, quickly silencing him "We all want to see Celeste, we all care about her just as much as you do, but you shouting the odds isn't going to do anyon good."
John nodded shamefully and muttered a quick apology.
"Now, if you'll come this way, we can look through the one way glass and you can see her that way. But she wont be able to see us" Lestrade led the pair through a side door and they came into a little room. On one wall there was a glass window, seeing into the room that Celeste was in.
All three of them let out a gasp at the sight that they saw. Celeste was sat silently facing the wall, unknowingly looking right at the men. She was wearing just a vest top and a pair of shorts, her hair scraped back from her face into a loose hoodie and leggings where on the table next to her as were her shoes and her socks. There were bruises all over her arms and around her wrists. The bruises seemed to go under her clothes and came out the legs of her shorts. They covered her legs and went all the way down to her ankles. On her face was a large, red hand print mark and a few cuts that seemed to have been made with a knife across her cheeks.
John and Lestrade had silent tears going down their cheeks as they looked at the sight of the girl before them. Sherlock remained cool and calculated but on the inside he was screaming.
"Where is the person who is supposed to be helping her?!" asked John
Just then there was a knock at the door and a man walked in.
"She wont let me touch her" The man said "she starts screaming every time I come near her"
The men had no idea what to do, and of course it was Sherlock who came up with the answer.
"Perhaps we should call in Molly Hooper. She is quite close with Celeste and maybe she will trust her more" .
The other men nodded in agreement and John got out his phone to call Molly.
Less than ten minutes later Molly burst into the room.
"What is it? What's happened?!" she asked frantically
It was Sherlock again who spoke up
"Celeste has been attacked, to what extent we do not know. She wont let any male figure go near her so we called you in the hopes that she would allow you to approach her" .
"Oh my gosh" breathed Molly "When can I go see her?" she asked
"Right now" said Lestrade "Just go out this door and through the double doors on the left."
Molly quickly left the room. The boys turned to face the window as they saw Molly tentatively open the door. Celeste whipped her head around at the noise
"Shh, it's alright Celeste, it's just me, Molly."
Celeste looked at Molly before bursting into tears
Molly quickly rushed across the room and engulfed Celeste in a hug. Celeste tensed up at first but then quickly relaxed and just started crying into Mollys shoulder.
"I tried Molly, I really did. But he was just too strong. I tried but he wouldn't stop, it hurt so much" she cried
"Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for" said Molly who was now in tears too
Lestrade and John were both crying again, but nothing could have prepared them for what they were about to hear.
"I'm only 14 Molly, i'm just a kid, why me?" she whimpered
Everyone froze and you could have heard a pin drop
Molly pulled away from the hug and held Celeste at arms length
"Honey, did he, did the man... rape you?" Molly asked tentatively
Celeste nodded and Molly just brought her back into the hug.
Lestrade, John and Sherlock all went as white as a sheet and collapsed into the chairs behind them. John put his head in his hands.
"I swear to god, I'm gonna find the bastard , and I'm gonna kill him" he muttered
"I second that" said Lestrade
"And I third it" added Sherlock
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story, I know I'm evil for putting the characters through this :( Don't hurt meeee! I've always wanted to read a story about John having a daughter and as I can't find one, I thought I would write one myself. If I get any reviews, I will reply to them all at the end of the next chapter.
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