Almost immediately as I walked in I felt tension fill the air. It was not infrequent. I had been here for two weeks and already Sherlock's patience was wearing thin. The news of having a daughter shocked even the most emotionless of private detectives. At most having a teenage daughter. My mother, Irene Adler, knew Sherlock previously. Some nights were spent together before my mother left Sherlock. She was one months pregnant at the time. I was anticipated to be a secret. One that Sherlock would not find out about. Thirteen years it had been kept that way. This was until my mother was put into jail. She had leaked some documents to others for money. Thus she was tried for treason. She never wanted me to be put in Sherlock's care until the trial finished, but she had no other option. I was transported to Sherlock's. Sherlock, learning about my existence just three hours before my arrival, was not prepared. His brother, my uncle, had offered to take me and my half-brother in. My half-brother is seven years my junior, named Archibald (prefers Archie), is staying with Mycroft. It was a compromise. Mycroft wanted us both. Sherlock wanted us both. Thus why we were split in two. Mycroft comes often. Once or twice a day. He does not think that Sherlock is capable to parent. I don't know about that assumption. He is quite satisfactory at parenting. If I were the same in being a carefree child it would be a good dynamic. Unfortunately, Sherlock and my mother's personalities are mixed with mine. Sherlock has met his match. It is a thirteen year old girl.
"Myra where have you been?" Sherlock asks sitting on the couch.
"Out with friends like a normal person. I would of texted you. You took my phone away last week though," I shrug walking in
"I took your phone as you were grounded. Do you not know the meaning of that word Myra?" He asks standing up
"Oh goodie we are doing the whole father daughter conversation," I sarcastically state going into the kitchen "I didn't think you would notice. Besides you are out all the time. Figured today would be the same,"
"Myra you can't keep doing this. I have told you not to hang around near the den. To many bad people," He scolds staring at me
"Can you stop deducing me?" I ask "Perhaps if I were with Mycroft I would not be getting into this much mischief. Like my mother always says, I am too much like my father. You have to take some responsibility for me Sherlock,"
"Another thing. Why keep calling me Sherlock?" He asks "Are you really that scared that if you form some form of bond with me that I will disappear?"
"You faked your suicide beforehand Sherlock. My mother was distraught with that news. I can't easily give you my trust. You must earn it beforehand," I shrug "We also have no food,"
"We will go to the shops later on. For now, we need to fix this," He declares
"Fix what?" I request
"This attitude Myra. You cannot expect to get away with this anymore. I care about you. Whether you like it or not."
"Well stop caring about me okay. I don't need you. My mother will be out soon and you can put this whole experience behind you. I don't care about you so you shouldn't care about me," I lie
The next thing I knew, he had taken two quick strides over and grabbed me by the collar and yanked me to the couch. I did not anticipate anything. I felt his foot hook my ankle as I fell straight forward over his knee. The whole thing had only taken a few seconds. Sherlock grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me so that if I struggled I could not get very far. Then, before I could think straight, he grabbed my navy blue school blazer and tugged it over my back. With his free hand her delivered a series of smacks across my skirt. Sherlock put his shoulder into the blow so that the crack could be heard echoing around the room. The smacks lasted around a minute until the lecture began.
"If I tell you to do something you follow orders Myra. It is for your own protection. I know you don't like me very much. Even a child could see that. Regardless you cannot go out into unsafe areas. It is foolish. I know that you are a smart girl. Why don't you act that way?"
In a steam of tears and snot I find it hard to answer him. I shrug my shoulders and continue to cry in his lap. Never had my mother punished me. At most she would give me a simple "No". This was different. Not expected. My cries become softer as I realise that Sherlock had stopped with the whole ordeal. He stands me up and looks me in the eyes. I look away from his caring gaze. Not wanted him to see the tears. He grabs my chin lightly so that I am to stare at him.
"I do care Myra. I do not care if you don't. You and I aren't so different. My father did the same thing to me when I was your age. Granted I did cry more than you," He sighs "Look Myra I know we are both new at this. That is okay. We have to work together for this to work. If your mother gets out, I do not want you forming a drug habit. Do you want to get anything off of your chest Myra?"
"I am sorry," I mumble trying to avoid his eyes.
He grabs me into an awkward hug. Affection from the infamous Sherlock Holmes? No it can't be. He ruffles my curly black hair and looks at me again.
"Affection father?" I ask slipping the father part
"Glad to see that you are back to your old self. Now tell me that you are going to be at least civil?"
"As long as you never do that again, I will be the poster child of good behaviour," I smirk wiping the tears off of my face
"Good, now go get yourself cleaned up. We are going to the supermarket to buy some food than Mycroft wants us over for dinner," Sherlock states
I walk towards the bathroom. Oh great a dinner with Mycroft. How fun?