This is a sequel to The Unwanted Holmes, which can be found on my profile :)
I can't believe it's been a year since I uploaded The Unwanted Holmes Chapter 1, so I decided to make a sequel in order to celebrate the 1 year anniversary :) So enjoy!
Summary of The Unwanted Holmes can be from the last chapter of the Unwanted Holmes, if that makes sense.
Also, I don't own anything. Just putting that out there now.
The first requirement of living in London is that you should always carry an umbrella. The trouble with London-and pretty much the rest of Britain- is that the weather can be very unpredictable. It can rain one minute and shine the next. So it was distressing to Eliza that she had forgotten her umbrella, and was now standing outside Pendleton College in the pouring rain; not even trying to protect herself and her clothes from getting drenched.
However, if she would have known this morning that she would be dismissed from college and forced to leave the college grounds, the very first thing she would have done was bring an umbrella (and possibly a pair of water-proof boots).
In theory she had two options: a) Walk three miles back home and risk getting hypothermia or b) Wait patiently for Mycroft to send one of his cars to come and pick her up. Calling a taxi wasn't an option, since the lack of a job has led her to save as much money as she could. Calling Sherlock could be considered, but there was always a chance that he wouldn't pick up the phone or would leave her to suffer in the cold. Not having her phone with her was also part of the problem.
The decision was decided itself, because as she started to walk down the street a black, discrete car came to a halt next to her. She took one look at the car and kept walking; the chances that she would be send to Mycroft were high. She took one look back around and saw Anthea (she had changed her name yet again, but preferred Anthea instead) exiting the car and holding the door for her.
"Ms. Holmes, would you please get in the car-"
"Eliza." she said, turning her whole body towards the direction of the car.
"I'm sorry?"
"Elizabeth's a bit of a mouthful...don't you agree? And also it's far too 'Elizabethan' if you pardon the pun, so it seemed logical to change it to Eliza. Many prefer Eliza. I do especially as it's more 'youthful' and people don't take the piss out of me, not like they did with Elizabeth."
Anthea took one look at her before replying, "I insist that you get in the car, Elizabeth. Mr. Holmes has told me personally to escort you to his office."
"And what happens if I don't? Are you just going to keep following me until I finally agree? I'm sorry, but you won't succeed-" She didn't have time to calculate what was happening, as two tallish looking men left the car and walked in a fast pace towards her. Neither of them made any sign of slowing down, "Okay, okay. Fine. Just back away, will you? I was only joking around."
Eliza took one last look at the pair before pushing past them and towards the car; giving Anthea an irritated glare as she lunged herself into the backseat of the car. Maybe option b was a good idea, as the feeling in her fingers was returning.
It never failed to impress Eliza on how incredibly dull Mycroft's office actually was; maybe the lack of interesting ornaments was the reason. The thought of visiting Mycroft's office depressed her in a sense that there was nothing interesting at all; not even the windows were interesting.
Also- almost every time she would visit- the pair of them would first sit in silence. Mycroft would sit at his desk while glaring down at Eliza as she picked up random items from his desk; she always does it, even if she had seen the same object over and over again, it had become compulsory.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" he turned his computer monitor to face Eliza; on it was her student profile, "It's been the sixth time that you have been put on temporary suspension. I can't always save you from getting expelled. Why are you making this attempt at being a 'know it all'? Why is trying to get dismissed from college on your priority list?"
"Well, I don't know what list you're talking about, because it's certainly not on mine."
"Please Elizabeth stop acting like a child for one minute-"
"I'm not! I just don't see why I have to work with a group of people who torment me because of what happened over summer."
"Oh please, don't use that as an excuse-"
"Everyone knows, you know. Everyone knows that I was kidnapped by some psychopath, who killed my-" she paused, looking down at the ground, "Well, it's like I said. Everyone knows. They even know that I'm living with Sherlock and John. They think I've been adopted by a gay couple who solve crimes like from an Agatha Christie novel!"
"So don't use that as an excuse to be a social outcast and to constantly get into trouble!"
"Look Mycroft, I don't need an excuse to be a social outcast. I was one before I came to the college-"
"And don't you dare call me Mycroft, Elizabeth!" he stood up and paced behind his desk, "I've sent you to this college in hope that you achieve well, even if some terrible things have happened to you. I've let you live with Sherlock and John even though I didn't want that. So please try and be reasonable."
"Look, I'm fine when it comes to achieving. You've seen my student profile, I'm getting the highest grades in class, and I'm not even trying! In theory, I don't need to go to college but I appreciate your 'kindness'."
"You do need college. You will continue to go to college. Nothing more. I don't want any other excuse." his pace started to slow down, and after a minute he returned to sit at his chair, "Sometimes you need to make an effort. Stop getting yourself caught in situations like this. Keep out of trouble because what you're doing now can be considered unsafe."
Eliza took her eyes of the floor and stared up at Mycroft; he looked uncertain, almost afraid, "Something's happened? I know something has, you've been acting weird, far weirder than usual. It's actually freaking me out...so, what do you know?"
Mycroft looked behind Eliza in case anyone was listening in. Straightening his back, he turned to his computer and-after a few minutes- brought up a photo and showed it to her. The sight made her freeze in her seat; it was unbearable to look. She wanted to turn her head away, but the sight made her stare even more.
The photo was the outside of 221B Baker Street; everyone in the photo was going about their daily business, not looking at all suspicious. Well, except for one. In the far right of the picture was a dark figure who was dressed in only black. Judging by the picture, the figure was the only one stood still on the street, and was the only one looking up at the windows of the flat. The picture didn't need to be any clearer, she knew who it was.
"Moriarty." she said, practically spitting the name, "What in the name of god is he doing there?"
"What does it look like?" Mycroft brought up another picture of the same scene, but from a different angle, "I'm looking into it, there have been no sights of him anywhere since we found you at the house, until today."
"He's very good at hiding, I'll give you that." she never took her eyes off the photo, "Mycro- I mean dad, what's going to happen to me? To Sherlock or to John?"
"I'm not sure what he's planning, but we can't let him get any closer to the flat-" he said, bringing up another photo, "Also, these photos were taken just minutes after you returned from college. So that could mean-"
"That he could be following me? Does that mean he's after me again?!" she started to breath heavily, her eyes were glued to the screen, "What is his fucking problem?!"
"Elizabeth!" he shouted, "There's no need to panic. I've got the best working on this. All I need you to do is to inform Sherlock, John and also Mrs Hudson- just to be sure- about these photos."
Mycroft saw the state of his daughter- aware of how terrified she was- so decided to turn the monitor back around. He clicked a few buttons before Eliza could hear the printer behind her.
"I shall print these photos off for you to take back and show them to Sherlock. It's best if you do it, we've been having a 'disagreement' lately over a certain case involving a part-time hacker; part-time serial killer."
"Sounds interesting." she got up from her seat and collected the photos from the printer, clutching them tightly in her grip, "So will I be safe? You know, from Moriarty? I just want to know now before I get kidnapped again."
Mycroft sighed heavily, but got up from his seat and walked slowly towards Eliza, "I never knew you existed a year ago, but now I know that you are actually my daughter-"
"-After getting my DNA just to be sure, even though it angered me-"
"-I feel it is my top priority to make sure that nobody lays a finger on you for as long as I live, do you understand?"
"Yeah I guess so," she patted him gently on his upper arm before collecting her bag and leaving the office, but stopped to turn and stare at him, "But just so we're sure, I will be going back to college tomorrow, right?"
"Of course." he said, giving her his true, warm smile that made Eliza smile helplessly back. Somehow, even though he can be an infuriating man at times, he still never fails to shock her by showing emotions now and then.
It was raining. The first time she travelled to Baker Street, but then she was a fifteen year old teenager who had serious issues to deal with. Now, she was a sixteen year old teenager who had serious issues to deal with. She turned to look at Anthea, who was tapping away at her phone. In theory, it should be the other way around. Teenagers were commonly known for being on their phones too long, not adults. Eliza never uses her phone as it's always in her room, perhaps she should carry it around considering circumstances.
Living with Sherlock and John did have its perks. For starters, they let her look at cases that they were working on and even let her solve cases that were left unsolved in archives. Also, her blog was becoming as popular as John's blog. After moving into the flat, John suggested that she should start a blog to type up things that happens to her in her life. Most of the time, she talked about college and how idiotic some people were. Other times she would write up cases Sherlock was solving from her point of view. Once she even gave tips on deducing people, which was proven popular by most people from Scotland Yard (maybe because she explained it simpler than Sherlock does). Yes, living with Sherlock and John was fantastic for Eliza. It was another moment in her life to start again.
But now Moriarty was back. And it looked as if it was going to stay like that.
Hope you enjoyed. I'll upload another chapter in a week. Review if you thought it should be different or if you feel like it :)
SJ
