AN Please be kind, this is my first Sherlock Holms story. My cousin had the original ideas for this story, she just asked me to help her write it. Please enjoy and review.
Disclaimer: Sorry, not mine and never shall be.
Being born to a father who had no comprehension or understanding of children and a mother who is forever on the run is not the correct environment for a proper young woman to be raised in. My parents neither expected nor wished for my birth; I merely happened. She often referred to me as her "darling Nan" where as Father would simply call me, "Daughter" or "Ginger". Since the beginning of my childhood I have loathed the term "Ginger." My father said it as a teasing endearment, but some neighborhood chaps would taunt me with it and I often found myself in my mother's tight embrace.
Not many months after these horrid occurrences, while in my mothers embrace I told her how my father never considered me his child, but more so an object that took up space in our home. She would try to reassure me that he did truly love me, but her face would show the lie her voice so easily concealed. Her eyes welled with tears upon seeing that ever her young daughter could tell how lost he was with me.
My mother always wanted to be a mother. She never really had a family before and the chance of a child would give her one. My father, on the other hand, never wanted children. He had is own family; his 'brother', that brother's wife, and my mother. I was conceived in Nice, France. My mother, being a con-artist and a criminal master mind, tricked my father in many ways. I was told, later in life, that he had had too many drinks that night and clamed to me not to remember a thing about it. I discovered on my own that my mother had drugged him also. My mother did not tell my father about her pregnancy at first. When she came by for a visit he noted how she had a gentle glow about her. That's when she told him. Obviously he wanted proof. He took her to his "Brother" who is also a doctor and it was confirmed, much to his dismay.
After my mother left us when I was seven, I learned how much he never wanted a child let alone a girl. He sent me to a boarding school where I spent nine years of my life. The years have passed and I no longer dwell on them. I spent most of my holidays, including summer and Christmas, in those hallowed halls. I mastered history, science, and math. I became fluent in Latin, Spanish, and French. I exercised three times a day, every day, no matter how humid the summer day or how frigid the winter night. I left at the age of sixteen in high hopes to aid my father in his work and to track down my mother. No such luck in either I'm afraid to say. At least, not yet.
My name is Nanette Sarah and this is my story. In case it is not obvious by now (then truly, you are an idiot) my parents are Irene Adler, world class criminal and Shearlock Holms, a man who needs no introduction.
That's the beginning. Please review and I will soon (hopefully). Ok um…yeah and thank you to all who read it!
Forever Faerie