Based on a tumblr post about Sherlock having a daughter! I do not own Sherlock or BBC in any place, shape or form. I do not own the original idea for Sherlock having a Daughter. I thought it was a cute idea and wrote a fan fic! If this has already been done, please inform me and I will take the story down immediately. Please enjoy!
Sherlock sat in the window of the flat 221B on Baker St. He deduced with his finger tips together. John was in his chair reading the paper. Sherlocks multi-colored eyes scanned each and every pedestrian on the street. His eyes darting each and every way until he saw a familiar face. His daughter, Cara.
Cara had Long, black, curly hair that bounced off her shoulders when he walked. Her eyes were a piercing blue that stood out against her pale skin. She was tall and lean like her father.
Sherlock smiled. Cara was his pride and joy. She was a clever girl, but didn't have the deducing skills of her father. His smile didn't last was walking with a boy. The boy was in a black leather jacket had brown hair that was kinda shaggy and had his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Sherlock stood up and pressed his face against the window. He was so confused. Why was his sweet and young daughter with this boy? Why hadn't he seen him before or heard of him?
"John...John! Come here, quick!" Sherlock yelled to his friend, not taking his eyes off the pair. John walked over and looked out the window. "What is it?" He asked. "What's that?" Sherlock pointed to Cara and the boy.
John looked at them carefully. "It appears that Cara fancies him" John said as he turned around and went back to his chair. "Fancies him? Cara can't fancy him! She's to clever to fancy a...a.. Person like that!"Sherlock exclaimed. He watched them turn and walk to the door.
"Dad? You up there?" Cara yelled as she walked up the stairs. She walked into the room, the boy following him. Sherlock was close enough to the boy to deduce him better than he could from the streets.
"Dad, this is C-" Cara was cut off by her father. "Craig. His name's Craig, he rides a motor cycle. That's parked around the corner. I can tell you rode it here by the wind blown hair you two have, and the leather jacket and. You parked it around the corner because you thought I wouldn't see it thinking I wouldn't "freak out" but you were very much wrong" Sherlock finished staring Craig in the looked confused Cara looked embarrassed. "Don't try to hide things from me. Just like those condoms in your back pocket and the mints."
Craig's mouth was gaping like a fish, looking for words but couldn't find them. All he managed to get out was "That was scary..."
John crossed his arms and cleared his throat. "Think that's scary, d'you know I was in the army?"
Craig gulped. His eyes wide with fear. "I'll...uh... Call you later.. Mabey. Ok Carey?" He said. "It's Cara!" She yelled. "Oh, right. Ok then. Bye" he then fled down the steps and out.
"Dad! You scared him away!" Cara exclaimed "He'll never talk to me again!" "Good. He wasn't any good for you." Sherlock said with no really emotion. "But he liked me!" "Well of course he did. Who wouldn't like you?" Cara just rolled her eyes and walked to her room. "And no more dating Until your 30!"
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