Hello my lovely readers Nightstar here with another idea for a fanfiction. I know I have technically two in the work (and now with this one 3) but I couldn't write the other two without clearing this one from my head so here it is. This is my second attempt at a Sherlock fanfiction but this time I will stick to it. I love Sherlock and I really can't wait for the fourth season to come out! I can't wait to see baby Watson appear and hear the official name for the baby! So to clear the air this is a Sherlock x Molly ship and John x Mary ship (I like Johnlock but I never could write a good enough story... perhaps in the future) and Oc/Oc ships. So here is my story hope you all read and enjoy the story. Side note- For all you readers of both Guiding Light and Not The Only One, expect a new chapter of both on Sunday or Monday (depending on my work schedule, sorry I have to be an adult for a while). So that's it and I hope you all like my new story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, it's character, etc. I am only responsible for my Oc's and this particular plot-line.
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Claire Wilhelmina Watson could safely say that her life was far from ordinary and boring, especially when her father and godfather were public figures in the media. Her father, Doctor John Hamish Watson, was an esteemed blogger, now writer (he had moved to writing books, two to be precise both about Sherlock), soldier (as her father always mentioned), and adrenaline junkie that always kept her life thrilling and exciting. Her mother, Mary Elizabeth Watson, was a nurse, housewife, and former assassin; her mother added more to what her father gave her. Her eight year old brother, Benjamin Scott Watson, brought the much needed comic relief and cautiousness to the family. Finally, her godfather, the ever present and prestigious consultant detective William Sherlock Scott Holmes, gave life more threatening situation, but with thrills, adventures, and a new perspective on people and things. Yes, her family was as normal as it could get, but Claire didn't mind, in fact, she felt rather proud of her family. How many children can say their family dismantled a whole criminal organization, faked someone's death, solved crimes, shot each other, gain information, found love, formed a family and still managed to get her to school on time everyday? Yes, Claire did not mind when she was younger, but now being 12 and 3/4 years old (and well pubescent) she began to notice she had few friends... actually she didn't have friends, and the same reason why she was proud was the same reason why she was lonely, her family. She would act tough around her peers and her professors and educators but deep inside her she knew she'd never would have someone as close of friend as her father and godfather. Or so she thought.
Claire like any other day woke up, and got dressed in her uniform and fixed her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She just put her glasses on and grabbed her backpack when her brother came into her room. "Claire, first day of school! C'mon Claire! it's the first day of school! We're going to be late!"
"Benjamin! How many times have I told you not to barge into my room?"
"Sorry your highness," Benjamin bowed dramatically allowing the some of this blonde hair to fall to his dark blue-grey eyes, "but, her majesty the queen, is requiring your presence and I, her humble servant, came to fetch you."
"Come off it, you dork! I'll be there I just need to put my shoes on."
"Oh I thought you had them on, but I guess that's a reasonable mistake since you are pretty short... by the way those shoes won't make a difference!" Benjamin claimed as he dashed out of his sister's room narrowly avoiding the hairbrush Claire threw at him. Claire knew genetics was not on her side. Both her parents were of average (on her mum's end) height, so stretching out this summer from four feet and nine inches to five feet and five and three quarters of an inch was not much of a stretch to her. On the bright side however she had grown out of the baby fat and her face was forming rather nicely. She had won the genetics lottery having both of her parents features: her mum's crystal blue eyes and nose her dad's height and his smile (dimples) and his hair color. She envied Benjamin for having their dad's magical eyes and his mom's smile but all in all she didn't envy the hobbit like ears Benjamin had.
So as she buckled the shoes and looked at the mirror one last time she left to the kitchen to do the normal school schedule she and Benjamin would do every September to late March, her mother would be at the stove cooking breakfast with her father packing their lunch while putting on a show for Benjamin. Her godfather, Sherlock, would be there at the table, not really questioning him being there and how he got in. He was listening to Benjamin's animated talking about the teacher he had been assigned to and the rumors he heard about her at school whilst eating his breakfast. She had dug in knowing her father had gone to the bathroom and would soon emerge from the bathroom any moment, as he always had his morning wash before he dropped both of them off at school. She had barely finish and was drinking her juice when her father finally vacated the bathroom.
"Benjamin, Claire are you ready to g-" with that John Watson saw Claire rush to the bathroom and close the door behind her, "Okay five minutes it is... Sherlock shouldn't you be at Baker Street with Molly? You know your wife, the mother of your child, and Cornelius? It is his first day of school."
"I was at Baker Street, John. I was just on my way back from dropping Cornelius off at school," Sherlock said as he continued reading his paper (or rather John's paper) with a worried look.
"He still won't tell you what's going on in school?" John inquired as he pondered on the fact that the great Sherlock Holmes couldn't fully decipher his own child's problems.
"He won't tell me, even though I offered him support! I don't understand, John. Am I doing this whole parenting thing wrong?" Sherlock asked truly worried for his ability of being a parent.
"Well, Sherlock, there is no right or wrong way but Cornelius does have a problem and unless he tells you or Molly about it there is nothing you can really do but observe him and try to get him to tell you... Oh shoot! Claire, Benjamin you're going to be late!"
"Dad, we're at the door!" Claire answered.
"Right, well say goodbye to your mother!" Mary soon reached the door with both of her children's lunches (they would always forget them at the table even though their father would give them their own brown bag).
"Remember, if you are staying after-school call me, Claire. And no I don't care of some cute guy derails you on your way home, unless it's you know who," She winked at Claire who in turn blushed profoundly at her mother words. She kissed her mother's cheek and Mary reciprocated, "Benjamin, no playing "blind archer" with the O'Conner's boy! I don't want another phone call of how my son nearly shot perfectly straight through an apple. I want calls that he did shoot straight through the apple!" Mary teased her son as she did same ritual as she did with Claire on her son. "I'll be home by four so you both better be here by then. Ok? Love you both."
"Ok Love you too. Bye mom, bye Uncle Sherlock!" they both chanted as they dashed down the stairs. This was the routine of the Watson household on a typical school day, outside of the household was a completely different story.
School courtyard noon
"Leave me alone Hunter!" Claire Watson boomed at the tall boy in front of her. Sadly, Claire Watson wasn't exactly the most popular and since she had no one to be acquainted with she was the victim of name calling, physical fights, and worst of all never being given a chance to speak her mind. If only Claire knew how her life would change after today, she would have been in a vicious cycle of school and peer bullying for the years to come and well her story would be a lot different wouldn't it?
"Oh what's wrong Watson? Can't handle a little teasing? What would daddy say, Claire?" the boy tsked at the girl. The boy was quite lanky and had bright red hair with common brown eyes. However his features would be quite handsome or pretty to few but to Claire all she saw was a rather skinny weasel. She had once thought the boy to be quite cute but that all changed as soon as he degraded her father and godfather and she had figured out who his father was. Claire's anger flared but she would never do anything to him because her mother and especially her father wouldn't approve of her actions.
"He'd say to tell you to piss off and that you are being an ass," Claire responded as she tried to walk away from the boy. As soon as she passed him she felt his hand grab her wrist and begin to tighten. Claire panicked and started to struggle, "Let go of me!"
"No, not until you apologize," Hunter said taking advantage of Claire's vulnerable position.
"Never!" Claire said quite pleased with how fearless she sounded, unfortunately her moment of triumph was short lived. She saw Hunter's little gang circle around their leader, fueling said boy's ego a bit more.
"You need to be taught a lesson on respect Watson!" he then released her wrist but right after pushed her to the ground causing his group of hyenas to laugh hysterically," There that's where you belong Watson, on the dirt. Remember, I'm your superior. I'll always be up here while you'll be down there. And that is never going to change!"
"I beg to differ you git!" an unfamiliar voice boomed causing Claire and Hunter to look over to the person.
"And who are you to tell me so?"
"Somebody who thinks differently than you. Or to put it in simpler terms somebody who actually thinks, unlike you," the girl said as she walked over to the red head.
"Funny. You're new right? I haven't seen you around, so I'll give you a free pass. Most people don't talk to me that way," he pompously stated as he looked at the new comer.
"Well, I'm not most people now am I?" the girl retorted
"No, you are defiantly not. You are an idiot compared to most people," Hunter smirked as his gang began to laugh at his comment.
"Haha, I beg to differ. Although that same statement could well apply to you...Now get rid of your boys," she responded in a bored voice.
"Why? You scared of the boys?" Hunter mocked at the taller girl.
"No, it makes for far too much stupid in one area, don't you agree? Besides you don't need them, do you?" she spat out looking at the group of boys around them.
"I'll keep my buddies here, besides they are liking the show you're putting," the boy stated amused with the attention the girl had accumulated.
"Look, we can settle this once and for all. Leave her alone, I'll be out of your hair and you can go back to being a prat. What do you say?"
"I say that I don't think I will leave Watson here alone, she hasn't quite finished her lesson," Hunter said not really giving in to the girl's demands.
"If you don't leave her alone you are going to regret it," the girl stated as she looked at the boy in the eyes with such seriousness it scared Claire.
"What are you going to snitch on me? Accuse me with the headmaster? Oh! You're going to try and fight me aren't you?" Hunter teased the girl as she simply rolled her eyes out of annoyance.
"I'd rather not. Now are you going to go in peace?" the girl said with her arms crossed and tapping her foot. Hunter then pushed her, daring her to make a move. She was startled and nearly feel but she regained her balance. She looked at him with such anger and simply stood her ground.
"Why don't you make me you, you... freak!" SLAP. SLAP. With that Hunter was left silent and the rest of his gang as well. The girl had knocked him to the ground with just her slaps, and made him bleed slightly from one side. The taller girl looked at him with cold eyes and her voice turned sinister.
"How dare you, you pleb! You never insult a person, no matter what they do, say or act! You are nothing more than a coward, looking for attention since you obviously can't find it somewhere where it really matters," at this Hunter fell silent and his eyes widen at realization, "now I won't say it again. Leave her alone, and if I catch you doing this to her or anyone else," She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to her height, "I will end you...Now get out of my sight!" She let go of Hunter and quickly he with his gang left the two girls in peace.
"Are you alright?" the tall girl asked Claire offering her hand to help Claire up. Claire was so concentrated on the encounter of Hunter and the new girl she hadn't stood up from where she was. Claire stared at this girl for some time, but suddenly felt angry with what happened a minute ago. She got up on her own and dusted off the dirt from her uniform.
"Perfect! But who do you think you are?! How could you say that to him?! You were so foolish! You could have gotten expelled!"
"WHAT?! Excuse me, but I wasn't the one who was pushed to the ground by some pubescent pleb. You should be thanking me, without me this creep would have still been harassing you!"
"I could have handled it!" Claire retorted.
"I'm sure you could have, but his little gang were circling around you. It would have been disastrous results for you, most likely you would have gotten beat up. I wanted to help."
"So you were trying to be a good Samaritan, huh? Why don't you mind your own business!" Claire accused as she stared down the girl. The girl kept eye contact with Claire and this unnerved the blonde even more.
"Look, I know it was none of my business, but I hate bullies and I wouldn't stand for those cowards to pick on anyone... I'm sorry and I'll leave you alone," the girl turned to leave but Claire felt some sort of instinct telling her to stop the girl from going away.
"WAIT!" Claire exclaimed, "Please, just wait. Thank you for helping me out, I shouldn't have overreacted. I was just so in shock with what you did... so let's start over. Hello I'm Claire Wilhelmina Watson, but you can call me Claire," Claire extended her hand towards the taller girl. The taller girl gingerly accepted her hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you. The name is Isabelle Johnson, I'm sorry for interfering with those boys but... they were idiots!" Isabelle grinned. As they shook hands Claire remembered how her father and godfather met and the feeling both described when they shook hands. It was as if she was starting an adventure. Both girls stood and observed each other and smiled. Isabelle's eyes were beautiful, they reminded Claire of her Godfather Sherlock's eyes, not quite green nor blue nor brown... just truly unique. Isabella was tall, or taller than her by a few inches, her hair was wavy long and dark brown with a slight curl at the bottom. Her face was almost angelic like, rosy cheeks (no defined cheekbones), a long refined nose, and full lips. She was a bit pale but it worked in her favor; it made her look part of the aristocracy.
"Yes well, thank you for helping me out. No one really messes with Hunter," Claire states as she finally let go of Isabelle's hand. Isabelle arched her eyebrow at the mention of the red hair boy.
"Really? He reminds me of a skinny weasel... not much of a threat. Is his name really Hunter? He looks more of a Gavin," Isabelle claimed as she looked at the boy with analytical eyes. Claire simply stared at Isabelle with wide eyes.
"How did you know his name was Gavin?"
"It was just a hunch... I mean, look at the way he tucked in his shirt, it is neatly tucked in making him look sharp, smart even but looking like everyone else, yet he has to distinguish himself from the crowd so he had to put his initials, G.H.L, on the collar of his shirt. I saw it when he pushed you to the ground and when I slapped him," Isabelle said while processing it slowly.
"But why the name Gavin and not another name like Greg or Gabriel?"
"Well, his linkage to using his middle name rather than his first name means he is embarrassed by his first name and does not want to be associated with someone... his father. Greg though a possibility isn't exactly bullying material. No his name has to be associated with his father or a friend of his father and that makes him lack confidence, as evident from the way his hair is styled and the way he compulsively run his fingers through his hair. He wants to be his own person (his hairstyle alone is an act of rebellion), and not a poor man's copy of his father. Plus I heard his friend call him Gabs with a 'v' making it Gavs. So unless his parents indeed named hi Gabriel with a v or went more traditional and called him Gavin. I suspect his parents are more of traditionalist by the way he dresses. Shoes shined and a bit old fashioned design, a tie (no clip on) and finally the plain brown satchel he has... the signs are there," Isabelle concluded with her eyes closed. Oh no, I've done it again! Great, Isabelle! The one person who actually talks to you and now you freak her out with this. Isabelle thought. It was a long silence until Claire actually spoke.
"You were right, on everything! That was brilliant!" Claire exclaimed.
"You- you don't think it's weird?"
"No! Why would I?"
"Most people think it is, but sometimes I just can't help it," Isabelle confessed with a sigh.
"Well, I'm not most people. My godfather slash uncle does the same thing, a lot faster, mind you, but I like your speed. Not too fast or too slow to follow along. I could never do all those details as you do!" Claire exclaimed with a smile and grabbed her backpack from the ground. She turned to Isabelle and stood straight with a serious expression on her face. "Try me."
"I-I beg your pardon?" Isabelle stuttered as Claire stood in front of her with her backpack in hand.
"Try doing the same thing you did just now on me," Claire said looking directly at Isabelle. Isabelle's eyes went wide and she took a step back, she then looked down to the ground and clenched her hands together.
"Are you sure?" Isabelle asked.
"I'm sure, now c'mon!" the blonde girl declared as she in a way bossed the taller girl. The brunette sighed and then her eyes quickly scanned the girl in front of her.
"You're 12 years and eight months old, by the way you're hiding you changing body from people around you. One might think insecurity but by the way you stand (straight with confidence and defiance) you are not an insecure person by nature. Your stand comes from the military background, your father (by the way is it Afghanistan or Iraq?) has and the rather dubious military nature your mother has too (don't ask about how I know that one). Speaking of your father, you live with your family that consists of your mother, father, and sibling and you own two pets as evidence by the few dog and cat hairs you have on your jacket. Why not both the same animal, you ask? Well the first hair is from a blood hound, (they have distinctive hair) and the second one is from a tabby. You are the eldest as your protective, and rather bossy nature tends to show more often than you think but it is endearing really! You have good grades and you don't play an instrument since you have perfectly manicured hands and no callouses or dirt on them(pity though we could have formed a band together). You do however paint and draw since residue of charcoal are smudged on your thumb nail and forefinger nail and your necklace is a miniature of Van Gogh's Starry Night. Finally, you are rather solitary because of your family's limelight and other people feel intimidated... you shouldn't listen to other people they are just envious that they have such boring family members. Did I get everything?"
"Isabelle, you are... BRILLIANT! Everything was right! Wow! All I can say is that is amazing!"
"Really? Just wow and amazing?" the brunet worriedly inquired expecting Claire to say something more mean.
"Yup... you know I don't really have friends-"
"Neither do I, because of this ability, so... gosh what is the protocol to ask someone to be your friend?" Isabelle joked really embarrassed for seriously not knowing what to do.
"I think the best way to go about at this is simply hanging out with each other and saying "I like you, wanna be friends?' " Claire offered with a goofy smile and extending her arm again, this time with a bit of nerves. The brunet eagerly accepted it.
"It's a bit unconventional... but then again being conventional is for normal people," Isabelle smirk and this caused both girls to laugh and lock arms with one another.
"Izzy, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!" Claire stated as she and Isabelle walked away from that spot that neither of them would ever forget.
And so, Claire Watson now had a friend at school who truly understood her, and who seemed to complement her person very well. Her eighth grade year seemed a lot more interesting with Isabelle Johnson now in her life.