The alarm of the clock started ringing and Rosie immediately regretted staying up till 4 a.m. to dissect an emu's eye that she founded in the fridge.
" Wake up Rosie, you're gonna be late" John's voice came from the kitchen.
The girl exhaled loudly, but stood up and started her boring morning routine: brush her teeth, scream at her dad for the hundredth time to stop leaving heads in the freezer next to her ice cream, comb her hair, try not to confuse the jar with sugar and the jar with boric acid between them.
"And? It's college getting better?" even if John tried to hide it behind hin confident smile, Rosie could still see the concern in his eyes.
"Nope, if something: it's getting worse. Dad, people there are at least twice my age!"
" And you IQ is at least twice bigger than any others sixteen year old mediocre teenager." Sherlock said that while entering the room, his voice was sleepy, but you could still hear him smiling.
"Good morning" said the girl as an answer while giving him his cup of tea ( Earl Grey, no sugar, no honey, just a drop of milk ) that John prepared for him.
"Morning., he answered opening the fridge.Oh good lord! Did you dissect the emu's eye? Rosie, I needed it to test of it was more resistent than am human one at sulfuric acid! Do you know how much it took me to convince the zoo to give it to me?"
" Sorry dad... Maybe we could do another " Daughter and father go at the morgue" day.. It's been some time since we had one, and you could take some new eyes..."
Before Sherlock could answer John looked at the clock and started practically pushing the girl out of the apartment.
" It's 7:50 you're going to be late!"
" Ok, ok, I' m going, but can I help you with your case today?"
" Don't think even for a second that I've forgotten that you're grounded for setting the sofa on fire with your little experiment"
" But John the kiddo needs to improve her skills!" protested Sherlock.
" Exactly dad, plus it's probably just a suicide! And.. ahm.. did you just say "kiddo"? "
" You say suicide, I say homocide. And yes I did, isn't this the kind of words kids these days use?" the detective winked at the girl.
John rolled his eyes and gave up. Rosie left 221B with a smile on her face.
~*o0o*~
The girl wasn't going to college today, at least not at the first ours. She hated that place, people were treating her like a freak. She thought she will get used to it because... well because people always treated her like that. But she didn't and she was scared she never will.
So Rosie did what she always dose whent she avoids pepole: she continues her treasure hunt. She founded a couple months ago a necklace that belonged to her mother, the woman she got her name from. She loved Sherlock and John, she considered them the best and, at the same time, the weirdest dads that ever existed, but she would have been so happy if she could at least remember her mother.
She founded the necklace in a small box under John's bed and she hid it in her favorite spot of the city. Since then she wrote with a black marker on walls, on chairs from the buses she took, everywhere she liked, little clues that led to the necklace. She signed every one of then with her initials: R.M.H.W., Rosamund Mary Holmes Watson. With time her treasure hunt became more complex, more complicated, till the point that just a genius could resolve it and she wasn't even half way done.