AN: Yay, another chapter! This one's just a flashback of the fall, and afterwords. Obviously AU, and it won't be exactly like the actual show (Ex. Moriarty living). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Do I look like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or Moffat? No? Okay then, I DO NOT own Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, etc. all I own is the story idea and my OC. Got it? Good!
-Past
"Daddy! Can I come with you? Pleaseeeeeeee?" A younger Anne-Marie latched herself to Sherlock, her long, curly black hair clinging to her father's coat with static.
Sherlock Watson-Holmes smiled sadly down at his 11 year old daughter, knowing that if what he thought Moriarty was going to do was correct, this would be the last time he saw her. Hugging her back, he pulled her off of him. "No my darling, you have to stay here with Papa. You're behind in your literature studies as it is." She sighed, hugged him again, and stomped off to the kitchen mumbling about when she would be old enough to help her fathers work.
"Will you be back in time for dinner?" John asked his husband, kissing him promptly on the lips. The thought of what might happen almost prevented Sherlock from answering, but he gulped, and was able to hold the tears back long enough to look into John's eyes and say, "No. I love you", to kiss him again, and to step out the door. But as he shut the door to the flat behind him, the tears flowed freely.
A few short hours later, John got a phone call. So, he told his small, innocent daughter to get her coat and shoes on, that they were going to visit her Daddy at work. Excitedly, she got ready to go, her flat Mary-Janes and plaid pea coat put on gingerly. During this, John called a cab, and they went to where Sherlock told them to go. A few short minutes and a phone call later, little Anne-Marie and John Watson-Holmes were forced to watch their beloved Sherlock jump to his death.
The second he hit the ground, Anne-Marie ran to the body, with John following behind. It took the man ten minutes to be able to pry the girl off of her favorite father. And no, John was not afraid to admit that he knew his daughter preferred Sherlock. But he also knew that she loved him too, and that's what mattered to him. Once he was able to pry the girl off of the dead man, with Sherlock's scarf in her hand, he drug her home, where they both cried themselves to sleep.
But what Anne-Marie noticed that John didn't, was that the man who jumped off the building was not her father.
~Sherlocked~
A year later, the two were still getting used to Sherlock not being around. Anne-Marie was now attending London Country Day, a private school for girls. John wasn't working, but Sherlock had left the two a considerable amount of money to live off of. In their free time, Anne-Marie would practice her consulting detective skills (Obviously inherited from her "dead" father), even though it was forbidden in 221B for any sort of detective work after the fall, and John was generally locked up in the drawing room. He had only left the flat once since the funeral, and that was to go verify his dead husband's will.
It was now three years later. Anne-Marie was fourteen, and starting to search down Jim Moriarty (who had suspiciously left London shortly after her fathers death). John had finally gotten a job as a blogger for a law firm, which paid well, and kept A-M in school. Everyday, he noticed how much his daughter was becoming like HIM. Not Him, Him, but like Sherlock, which "him" was generally how he was addressed these days. Life was somewhat coming around full circle now, and they were finally getting adjusted to the missing third person being gone for good. Or, at least John was. He was seeing a nice girl in the city. Of course she didn't have everything that John loved about Sherlock, but she was nice all the same.
~Sherlocked~
-Present Day
The sixteen year old girl sighed as she plopped onto her bed. Soon enough, she was going to have her father back. But the first thing she needed to do was get a hold of the crown jewels. It was easy to get knockoffs, and she didn't really think that Moriarty was smart enough to figure it out in time. But another part of her didn't take that man as an idiot. She knew what he was capable of- she had seen it. All she needed to figure out now was how to do this without her dad knowing.
What she didn't know was that John was out on a date on that very second, about to change their lives forever.
AN: wheeeeeee! I dedicate this chapter to my friends Konnor, Searra, Taylor, Brianna and Savannah because they put up with all of my "Hey guys! Read what I've added!" posts online. Thanks guys! Love you! And thanks to you readers too! Review please! And I swear the next chapter will start it being longer. x