The Trials, Deductions, Mistakes and Miracles that Make a Family
Summary: My name is Serena Holmes. This is the story of how I went from losing my mother and living alone to finding the most unlikely family and gaining not one but two fathers and a little brother who's coming into this world was unusual to say the least.
AN: Welcome to my very first Sherlock story! As you may have seen from the summary above it is about Sherlock having a daughter. And of course, John and Sherlock will be getting together, a few chapters in, probably. It is slash, so if you don't like that, don't read. And it will be MPreg later on as well. Anyway, read, review and enjoy!
Chapter 1: Uncle?
My mother and I had never gotten on well, in the few years I'd lived with her. She was cold and distant and wanted little to do with me. We only had one conversation about my father. Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective. The circumstances of my conception hadn't exactly been conventional. Not that my mother told my six year old self that, when I asked about it. She told me my father had no idea I existed and that it was going to stay that way. When I asked why, her only response was to inform me that my father was not one to raise a child. I almost asked if it would be any worse than the first six years of my life with her. But she turned on the spot and left the room before I had the chance. I never saw her again. A police officer came to our cottage in Northern England and informed me that my mother was dead. He did not tell me how she died. He just told me to come with him. I refused and ran off, various police officers chasing after me.
I ran for nearly an hour, into a dense forest. When I thought I was safe, I stopped to catch my breath. I collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily. With a sigh I pulled myself to my feet again. But this time I did not run, I merely walked, hoping to reach civilization so that I would not starve. It was almost two hours later that I reached the edge of the forest and came in sight of a small village. My jeans were torn and my jumper was spotted with dirt and sweat. I must have looked a mess, but never the less I continued into the village. I knocked on the door of the first house. An elderly lady answered the door. The moment she saw the state I was in, she ushered me inside and offered me a cup of tea. She sat me down on her counter and asked me my name.
"I'm Serena." I answered softly. She smiled at me kindly.
"Well, Serena, how did you end up in such a state, then?"
"My mother died. I ran away." My answer was curt, but my voice trembled a bit.
"Oh you poor dear. What about your father?" She asked, stroking my hair back from my eyes.
I merely shrugged. "I don't know where he is. I've never met him."
The old lady tutted slightly. "Perhaps we could find him. Do you know his name, dear?"
"His name is Sherlock Holmes. My mother said he was a…consulting detective?" I had no idea what a consulting detective was so the last bit came out as a question.
The lady frowned. "A consulting detective? I've never heard of such a thing."
I just shrugged. I hadn't either.
"Hmm, you stay here, dear, I'll go make some calls and see if we can't find that father of yours." The lady made her way into another room, leaving me sitting on her kitchen counter with a mug of tea in my hand.
The lady did not return for at least 20 minutes.
"Well, it seems your Uncle, Mycroft Holmes, is some important member of the British Government." The lady had returned, looking rather pale. "I'm to take you to the Town Hall, where he will send some men to come pick you up…" The lady was not happy with the arrangement. Well, of course not. Who wants to leave a six year old girl in the care of men you had no idea about? But she held out her hand to me anyway. I did not take it; I just jumped down from the counter.
"I can get there by myself, if you tell me where it is." I said, not wanting to trouble the lady anymore. She looked apprehensive, but nodded.
"Just down the street, dear, on the other side of the town square. Do be careful!"
I smiled at her. "Thank you, ma'am." I said politely, then left the house, leaving the elderly lady looking startled and a bit uneasy.
I made my way down the street slowly, mulling over what I had learned in my mind. I had an Uncle. An Uncle who was important in the Government. I began to wonder where he was going to take me. Was I going to meet my father? For six years I had not even known of his existence. I realized that the last words my mother had spoken to me were about my father. Had she known? Had she known she was never going to come back to our little cottage? A place even after six years I could not bring myself to call home? These thoughts floated around in my mind and before I knew it I was standing in front of an imposing building that could only be this small village's town hall. I may have been intelligent, independent and resourceful, but I was still only six years old. I trembled slightly, unsure of what to expect as three men approached me.
"Serena Holmes?" One of them asked. I gulped and nodded. The other two took my arms and gently guided me to a black car that waited nearby. I entered the car without protest, feeling slightly numb. The car began to move as soon as I was settled.
It must have been a long ride, because I had fallen asleep. I awoke to a gentle shaking of my shoulder. Once I was somewhat awake, I was pulled, a bit less gently, from the car. I blinked in the sunlight and saw a beautiful manor house before me. On the steps stood a man who appeared to be waiting for me. He came forward towards me.
"You must be Serena. My name is Mycroft Holmes and I am your Uncle." The man extended his hand towards me, the one that wasn't clutching an umbrella, and I hesitantly held my own hand out to him. He took my hand in his and shook it firmly. "Please come inside, my dear. Tonight you will stay here with me and tomorrow we shall take you to see your father." He told me and put a hand on my back and subtly guided me up the steps and into his stately home.
So here I was, on the brink of my new life. I had no idea what to expect.
AN: So, as you may have noticed, I have not mentioned the name of her mother. I think it's fairly obvious, but other people might not. I would like everyone to guess who her mother is and submit you answer in you review. Everyone who gets it correct, before I publish the next chapter, will have a chapter dedicated to them. The next chapter will be dedicated to the first person to get it right, the one after that will be dedicated to the second person and so on. Also, if I get 5 reviews before I post the next chapter, the third chapter will be a little bonus about John, a little explanation about what happened to him after "The Reichenbach Fall". BTW, it has been nearly 6 years since then. If I get 5 reviews to the second chapter, you will get a bonus chapter about Sherlock, after the bonus chapter about John. Then we will resume the story, with Sherlock returning to Baker Street with his daughter.