This is my first Sherlock fanfic. (This first A/N is also an update).
Before you start reading this, I have to make it clear that I am aware that a character in this story is something very close to a Mary-Sue. Also that I am not 'self projecting', merely cloning an already existing canon character, which is completely different.
Some 'Anonymous' reviewers have said otherwise, and obviously haven't gone on to read the rest of the story, nor the A/Ns in other chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
There was a screech of tires as the taxi pulled up in front of Scotland Yard, a pause, and then two men emerged from the back of the car. One, a respectable looking man with short light brown hair and a slight limp, known as John Watson and the other a notably taller man with a mess of black hair wearing a long blue trench coat, Sherlock Holmes. The latter led the way up the stone steps into the building while his colleague followed.
Inside the building it was relatively cool. A sour looking lady sat at a brown wood desk behind some glass in the foyer, and did not smile when the two of them approached her.
"Can I help you?" she asked, though by her expression, she knew exactly who they were, and exactly why they were there.
"Please do." The taller man muttered under his breath, sarcastic as ever. His companion gave him a side-long glance, exchanged a few words with the woman, and was given directions.
"Thank you." He turned away, and set the pace along the corridor to their right.
"I do not understand why you bother with such formality. We know where to go." The black haired man said, "Though she was new... perhaps I understand your reasoning."
"Don't want to scare them away, though they've probably already heard rumours."
"Gossiping is the only thing desk ladies are good at."
The pair of them continued along the corridor, to the elevator, where they paused before the doors slid open. Neither of them said a word to each other as they rode up to the third floor. There was a 'ping' and they were let off, continuing down another hallway to a door. The man with the trench coat pushed it open, not bothering to knock.
"So what is the great emergency?" he asked, stepping inside.
A greying man sat behind a desk, though he stood immediately when the two entered. In front of him was another seat, occupied. From where the pair stood, they could see a sheen of straight black hair and two pale hands resting on dark blue jeans.
"Sherlock! John!" the man exclaimed. Doctor John Watson waited patiently for his companion to make a comment, but upon further inspection found that the man wore a look of bitterness.
"What's she doing here?" his tone icy.
The girl in question turned her head ever so slightly to look at him. Her face was as pale as her hands, though her black turtleneck jumper did not help her complexion. She was absolutely stunning, at least, judging from her profile she was, a set of small perfect pink lips, ears that held back her long hair nicely, and a pair of bright blue eyes that stared at the man who had spoken of her.
"I thought you would have been pleased to see me." She said, her voice ringing out like a bell.
"She's supposed to be at boarding school." hissed Sherlock.
Then it became apparent to John Watson, that the girl sitting there could only be sixteen, perhaps seventeen.
"I got bored." she replied, turning back to the desk.
"So... uh..." John looked from his companion to the girl and then the grey haired man.
"Your new friend seems nice though." said the girl.
"What's she doing here?" Sherlock repeated, looking to the man.
"There's been a murder. At Saint Mary's College, all the other students were sent home to their families, but the school didn't know where to send her."
"I'm sitting right here, you know."
"Why did she come here?"
"She asked to come here. Take her back?" DI Lestrade seemed a little more than stressed, and the plea was a whisper.
There was silence.
Sherlock approached the girl.
"Madeleine."
"Daddy."
More silence.
"What are you doing here?"
"The nice man just told you. A girl was murdered at my school. They had to evacuate us, and I don't know where you live anymore because you keep moving."
"I do not." Sherlock retorted petulantly. The girl – Madeleine – turned her head up to look up him.
She said nothing.
But it appeared that that was enough, for Sherlock rounded back on the two silent men, staring at him. He looked between them for a moment before striding back out the door.
Madeleine got up from her seat, smiled and thanked Lestrade before following her father out the door. John could only follow, closing the door behind him.
xsherlockx
The three clambered into another taxi. John gave the driver directions, and they pulled onto the wet road, speeding through the streets of London.
Madeleine sat between the two men, her fingers folded neatly together in her lap. She stared out between the front seats through the windscreen. John turned his head to look at the two sitting next to him.
There was no denying that they looked similar. Both were quite pale, with the same black hair, though Madeleine's was long and dead straight whereas Sherlock's was curly. There was a difference in the way they sat, Sherlock hunched over his phone – texting probably – while Madeleine sat straight, staring out the window. Both however, had the same intense blue eyes that burned into either a phone screen, or a wind screen.
Madeleine's flickered to Sherlock's phone.
"Uncle knows I am here." she said. The man sitting next to her straightened up over his phone and tilted his head in her general direction.
"Why can't he take you then?"
"You know he's busy Daddy." Her eyes returned to the wind screen. John flinched; he couldn't come to terms with the fact that Sherlock Holmes was a father.
The girl sitting next to him must have noticed, for she turned her head toward him. A fake smile appeared on her face, the same one Sherlock used when manipulating Molly.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Madeleine Holmes, a pleasure to meet you." She unclasped her hands and shifted herself around to hold one in front of him. John took it, shaking it slightly, it was very cold.
"John Watson."
After a beat, she let go, and resumed her staring practice.
xsherlockx
The three entered the flat silently, Sherlock hanging his coat and scarf on a hook behind the door, before crossing the room and setting his phone down on the desk next to his laptop.
Madeleine waited patiently in the middle of the room, while John stood awkwardly behind her.
"You can sleep there." Sherlock pointed aimlessly to the couch, before returning to his laptop. The small black suitcase Madeleine had brought with her was set on the leather.
"You've stopped smoking." She observed.
"Yes." Sherlock replied, before beginning to type. John had the feeling that Madeleine wasn't asking a question, but also that Sherlock wasn't confirming anything.
"Shall I leave you both to it then? I'm going out with Sarah anyway, so I won't be in your way for a while."
A sharp pair of eyes turned toward him, and for a moment he was stunned by the long black hair falling around Sherlock's features. It took him a second to realise that the figure was more feminine and the long hair belonged to Sherlock's daughter.
"Madeleine." Sherlock warned from his table.
"Have a nice night." The girl's face lit up like a candle, her voice as light as a feather. The man backed out of the flat quickly, and disappeared down the stairs, only to be replaced by a kindly old woman.
"Oh dear, who's this then?" Mrs. Hudson asked from the door, looking the young girl up and down.
Neither occupant of the room made to reply.
"I'm Mrs. Hudson dear, the landlady." the woman said, "Are you staying here? I can always get out the spare mattress if you don't want to sleep on the couch..."
"That won't be necessary Mrs. Hudson, she won't be staying here long." Sherlock looked up from his laptop simply to grab his phone.
"Oh? Oh." She nodded before leaving the room.
"I won't be staying here long?" Madeleine stalked over to Sherlock, folding her arms across her chest.
"No you won't. Once this murder case has been solved you can go back to your boarding school." He stood up, towering over her.
"They won't just reopen the school after someone has been murdered." she rolled her eyes. He watched her for a moment before flashing his award-winning smile and placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Your education means a lot to me, I don't want to see you disadvantaged because someone got killed."
Madeleine shrugged him off.
"Please, you really couldn't care two pounds for me."
Hmm...
Anyway, tell me what you think.
I only recently watched the three episodes, and I don't remember much of them, but still.
Review.