'Beep beep' Elizabeth's eyes shot open. She sat up right and turned off her alarm in one movement. Ripping the covers off she stood. Pulling a hoodie over her head, pulling her long hair out of her pony tail as she walked quickly down the stairs into the rest of the flat. She pulled out a mug and put a tea bag inside, father was using the tea kettle for an experiment. She used one hand to squeeze honey into her cup, and the other to get out the sugar. She added water and put it in the microwave for 1:36. The perfect amount of time. By the time the timer went off she had made a piece of toast with jam, gotten the milk out, and cleaned a spoon for her tea. After adding the milk, she picked up the mug and plait, bringing them up stairs with her.

She sat down at her vanity, yawning. With one hand she turned on her iPod and started to play some Heath McNease.

John walked up the stairs to his daughters room, knocking on the door lightly before opening it. He sat down on her bed, looking at her. Elizabeth had let her natural soft curls flow down her back half up, with a small flower clip. The only make up she wore was foundation, blush, top eyeliner, and mascara on the top. She looked at him in the mirror, giving her dad a warm smile. "Good morning dad."

"Good morning dear. Happy almost 16th birthday." The doctor yawned and rubbed his left knee. "Do tell me your not always going to have this... Rubbish playing?"

Elizabeth's eyes snapped up to meet her dad's. "Heath Mcnease is not rubbish."

Dr. Watson smiled, "Sure he isn't."

For a split second her eyes scanned John, "You look tired, couldn't have had more then a few hours of sleep. Which can only be from one thing, father left again. What was it this time?"

John's left corner of his mouth tug up, she was so much like her father. "Case. He had to grab the midnight train."

Elizabeth let out a small 'ah' to her self. Even though she wasn't biologically either of there's, she was a spitting image of both. She had blue-gray-green stormy eyes, depending in what color shirt she was wearing. They looked as if Sherlock and Johns had been mixed together. She had high cheek bones, and clear skin.

Her hair was a dark brown, that fell below her chest in soft natural curls. She was almost as tall as John, but not quite yet. Elizabeth had a small figure, always had.

John thought back to the day she had come into there lives.

John and Sherlock were sitting down to have their afternoon tea when the phone rang, Sherlock got up and answered it. He looked up at John as he heard what was in the other end. His eyes filled with a mix of worry, happiness, excitement, and sadness. He hung up, but stood still.

"What is it?" John asked standing up

"They... They have a child ready for adoption... For us." Sherlock said slowly, his eyes welling up.

John rushed over to his husband of only a few years, "We are going to be dads..."

"S-she's seven" Sherlock said with a huge smile.

"Just like we wanted... Not to young, but not too old." John said pulling Sherlock in for a hug.

"John..." Sherlock whispered

"Tell me more about her." Said the doctor, pulling his coat on.

"Elizabeth McDonnald. Seven years old, very fragile. She has blue eyes and curly brown hair." Sherlock spoke as he pulled in his coat.

"Elizabeth... I love that name. Wait, fragile?"

"Abuse."

"Oh.."

"But now she has us. Just remember that." Sherlock said, grabbing his husbands hand. And together they hailed a cab, going to the shelter to pick up the new addition to their little family.

She was silent. She didn't say anything. John and Sherlock smiled at her, she only smiled shyly.

"Daddy?" Said Elizabeth, pulling John from his thoughts. She stood at her door, waiting for him to follow her. Now John could see that she was wearing her blue cheerleading uniform. Friday, game day. Together then walked down the stairs, and into the rest of the flat.

"Oh... Dad?" She said shyly.

"Yes, dear. What is it?" The blond man said as he looked at his daughter.

"I'm running a little late.. Is there any chance you have time to grab my bag for me? I left it in my room." She said, grabbing her pink water bottle.

"Yes, dear."

As John walked back out the door Elizabeth quickly pushed a couple things around in the pantry, pulling out the fruity alcohol she had got from a friend, pouring it in her water bottle. Hearing foot steps, the fumbled to put away the bottle. John rested against the frame of the door, not knowing what she had just done. She twisted the top on her water bottle tight, turning to kiss her father on the cheek.

"Thank you! I have to go.. I love you." Said the stormy eyed teen.

"I love you too, be safe." John said, watching his little girl walk out the door to the flat.

I have been thinking about his idea for a while now... What do you think? I plan to make it more humors in next chapters, give it a try? Don't forget to review! Thanks, bye! -Sarah