Warning not for anyone under the age of 14 their is a little graphics in here you have been warned. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about I am talking about porno on paper. Sorry if you don't like my dirty otaku mind. So... Summary it's about Sherlock has daughter also named... you find out.
39 years ago:
SHERLOCK! OH GOD! SHERLOCK!" a woman her breathing is heavy; she is entirely bare she is very red in the face. Sherlock thrust harder and harder. They reach the climax and he relics in side. She tilts her head back panting. Sherlock zipped up his pants and walked out. She didn't even call him out.
Today:
"Not now!" Sherlock was searching through piles of books and old papers, "I don't have time for a silly little girl's problems. I have to find it I have to find those papers." he said wide eyed and panicked
Sherlock hadn't slept in days he was on the edge of estuation or killing the next person who bother him in his work.
"Sherlock" John stepped over to him "Why don't I make some coffee."
Black, two sugar." Sherlock was rummaging through some old books.
John turned and headed for the kitchen.
"Are you sure?" John presided "She's looking for her dad." he said
"What's her last name?" Sherlock was tossing some old junk mail he had kept over the years.
"What?!" John was watching the coffee maker.
"What's her last name?" Sherlock was picking up an old letter.
"OH!" he called and started to say a name,Sherlock wasn't paying attention he was busy reading the letter in his hands.
He read aloud:
Dear Sherlock,
I hope this letter finds you well. I know that my time is short and these maybe my last words to you. I am happy to inform you that even though we are not married my or our daughter has taken on your name. I named her Sherlock after yourself . I'm sorry I can not say more but I now one day we will meet again. Not only are these my final words but my will and testament as well. I am sending Sherlock to England and hope she will find you there. Please take good care of her and I know she will be of some use to you. And what ever you do Sherlock don't hold her back. She will kill you if you try.
With love,
Lila Holmes
P.S. She looks a lot like you. So she won't be hard to spot.
Sherlock put the letter down in shock horrified. John came in with the coffee.
"Is everything alright Sherlock?"
"Yes...Everything's fine." he turned paler than normal and sat down in his chair.
"I'll take the case." he said putting his head into his hand.
"Seirously." John handed him the cup of coffee.
"Yes I'm serious." Sherlock took the cup of coffee from John.
Then a girl with black curls as long past her shoulders rolling of her large chest. She was breathing are and giving them a death glare with her pale blue eyes. Sherlock eyed her face. Their was a scare or large gash across it. Her face was smiling; John stepped back in fear of the thing ripping off his face.
"Hello daddy dear."