Holmes' Daughter chapter 2
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Once again, NOT MINE!
'Holmes, she sort of looks like-'
'I know.' said Holmes curtly, his back still to me.
'Is she-'
'That woman, wants nothing to do with her. She was sent to live in an orphanage. Obviously, she wasn't fit to live with me because of my...habits and lifestyle.'
I knew he was referring to the cocaine. And the Woman he talks about is no other than Irene Adler. From what I just heard, Irene wants nothing to do with her own child which is not like her at all.
'But why now?' I asked, closing the scrapbook with a bang and having dust fly into my face.
'Well, she has been in that orphanage for quite awhile.'
'How long is 'quite awhile', Holmes? Did you have this kid before you met me?'
'Yes.' said Holmes glumly. He rummaged inside a box and pulled out two crystal glasses. He reached behind the box and poured a clear liquid in one, and handed me the empty one.
'What are you drinking?' I asked, suddenly panicked.
'Formaldehyde. Care for a drop?' he asked, unfazed that he was drinking poison.
I watched him down the contents in the glass, then continue sorting through boxes. I was ready for him to collasp into a seizure, but he was fine.
'Holmes. I can't believe this is happening. This child is going to change your life! Forever!' I exclaimed at his calm demeanor.
'Yes. I know, Watson.'
'Are you nervous?' I asked.
'No.'
'Scared?'
'No.'
'Then what are you? Some emotionless human being?' I almost shouted.
'No Watson, I am both scared, nervous, horrified, excited and thrilled all at the same time.' said Holmes. 'I just control my emotions a lot better than you do.'
I sighed in annoyance, and we continued to sort through boxes in silence.
I had no idea how long we kept going through old and dusty things when Mrs. Hudson hurried up the stairs. 'Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes? A carriage just pulled up.' she said at the doorway.
I looked at Holmes to see him looking grim. I set the box in my hands down onto the floor, and followed Holmes out the doorway and down the stairs. He stood patiently, fiddling with his housecoat probably thinking he could've wore something nicer. Over his head, I locked eyes with Mrs. Hudson, whom was extremely pale, and wiping invisible dirt off her hands onto her apron.
Holmes reached over and opened the front door. A carriage pulled by a large black horse was parked on the sidewalk. There was a figure moving in the back seat. I watched as I saw a foot emerge from the darkness of the carriage. Then, followed by other boot and a pair of legs. Next, a gloved hand grasped the edge of the carriage, and then her dark hair that spilled over her shoulders. She looked up at us.
She looked a lot like Irene, with the same nose and strong jaw. Her eyes were large and a light golden brown, like her fathers, with dark hair and slight curls. She smiled at us, her blood red lips pulled back to show her white teeth.
In her other gloved hand, she held a tattered suitcase. She wore a white laced dress, with a pedicoat, and a corset like in the picture. She wasn't wearing a bonnet this time. She looked at least fourteen, or maybe even fifteen.
'Hello, Doctor Watson.' she said, looking at me. Her voice was musical, soft. She did a soft bow, pulling her skirts up slightly.
'Hello, Emily.' I replied, surprised by her very good manners and how similar her voice sounded to her mothers.
She looked at Holmes. 'Father.' she said bitterly.
I could tell she didn't like him. In the brief two minutes I've known her, I could tell she despised her father.
'And who are you?' she asked politely to Mrs. Hudson.
Mrs. Hudson had seemed to relax since seeing this child. She introduced herself as the landlady and welcomed her to Baker Street.
Holmes silently walked up the stairs and Emily followed with her suitcase. 'Father.' she said coldly, then she turned to me. 'Doctor.'
'Yes?' I said.
'I just want to get to know my way around, so I'm going to go take a walk.' she said.
It wasn't a question.
'You'll need an escort!' squeaked Holmes.
She laughed, giving him a sour look. 'No, thanks. I'll manage.' she said, walking pass me and closing the door softly behind her.
'That went well.' I said slowly.
Holmes POV
'I must follow her.' I said, rushing over to the vanity and picking up a fake nose. I fixed it onto my own nose, and gagged at the smell. I hurried over to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of soot, and rubbed it into my hair and on my face. I grabbed a nearby eyepatch, snapped it onto my left eye and wrapped a scarf around my neck and mouth. I almost sprinted across the room to grab a trench coat, and draped it over my shoulders.
'Holmes...' Watson sighed irritably.
I ignored his protest, and hurried down the stairs after my daughter.
I saw her walk confidently a few yards ahead. Keeping my distance, I watched as she smiled at strangers, and observed her surroundings.
So much like me, I mused.
I followed her into a back alley, hiding behind a pile of boxes, worried for her safety.
Out of the shadows, a man came up to her.
'Hello, beautiful. Got some sugar for me?'
'What?' she asked innocently.
'C'mere.' he said, grabbing her roughly by the arm.
I started to get up from my spot when I saw something glint in her sleeve. I stood frozen to the spot, then dropped back down behind the boxes.
She pulled something out of her sleeve. A baton. With speed and agility, she knocked the guy that was holding her on the kneecap, then on the arm.
He grunted in pain, releasing her, and grabbed his injured knee, but she had other plans. She took out a small knife and placed it onto the flesh of his throat. She reached inside of his pocket, and pulled out some change. 'What's this?' she said innocently, holding it up in front of his face. 'Thank you.' she stuffed it into her boot.
She put the knife back into her sleeve and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I've seen Irene do this many times. Maybe she isn't like me at all. Maybe she's a criminal, just like her mother.
