What People Do

by hungrywhovianpotterhead

Moriarty once told his daughter that he would die, and that she shouldn't be sad. Because that's what people do, they live, then they die. (written in my "Daddy?" universe. Post "Daddy?")

A/N Hey, so I know I have been absent on the site for a while, and here I am with another one shot rather than a chapter in one of my current stories, for which I am sorry, but hey this is something right? So anyway, this story is another one about the OC Rachael Moriarty, the daughter of criminal master James Moriarty, and it takes place after the events of "Daddy?" with her and the man whom has sworn to care for her Sebastian Moran. Enjoy and review

Beta'd by: Whovian 1.0 (the sweetest Bae ever)

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, I don't even really own Rachael, she was the brain child of the Bae mentioned above. so I own nothing but the words written into this one shot.

When I was really little, about six or seven, I asked my father what happened to my mother.

I remember he smiled a little sadly, and told me, "She died Rachael."

I asked him why.

I remember exactly what he said to me then, his eyes glistening "Because, that's what people do."

Now I stand over the grave that they threw him into, thinking of the conversation that happened that night, when I was so little.

I hold a small bundle of flowers in my right hand. My other holding tightly to my uncle Seb's hand, he found me the night my father died, wrapped in a blanket on the curb, blue lights flashing around me, while the police took my father away, he told me he would take care of me.

I close my eyes, going back to that night, I held his hand on the pier, and looked up at him, the moon making us glow, "Not all people Daddy." I said, "you're never gonna die."

He smiled, "Yes I will sweetheart, someday. We all die. But we shouldn't be sad, because that's just what people do. We live, then we die."

"But you're not people." I tell him, "People are boring."

He laughed then, crouching down and wrapping me in his arms, "Yes they are, aren't they?" He said.

I'm pulled back to now, hearing Seb ask the end of a question, "What?" I ask.

"I said. Are you okay Rachael?" he repeats.

I nod, "Yes, I'm fine."

"No." Seb says, "You aren't. You're ten years old Rachael, and you just lost your father. There is no way you can be fine."

I bend down, placing the flowers by my father's headstone, "Yes I can, because he's dead. He told me once this would happen, and that I shouldn't be sad. Because, that's what people do, they die." I say, knowing in my heart, that this was what my father wanted. "People live, then they die." I whisper, "John Watson should remember that."

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