A couple of days passed. John kept Abby off school for the rest of the week as the bruising was bad. Mycroft turn up the day after Sherlock return and took her to hospital to make sure nothing was broken, which luckily there was nothing. John was happy about that, and Mycroft agreed to take her for a couple of days so John could speak to Sherlock about things. After the talk with Sherlock, John decide to help him clear his name, which didn't take long, and Abby came home with her face looking much better, but John was still determined to keep her off school.

"Dad I'm fine! I can say I fell or something, please I just want to go back to school" Abby pleaded.

"No Hun. Me and Mycroft have decided to keep you off school until your face has fully healed" John said.

"Ok" Abby sighed.

"I know you want to go, but I'll tell you what, I'll take you to the art museum again" John said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Really, we'll make a day of it"

Xxx

Abby and John arrived back at the flat after their day at the art museum. Sherlock just glared at Abby and that's when the shouts and the arguments started. John just wished for them to get along to make his life allot easier. The shouting was mostly from Sherlock, telling Abby that she was a pain, and that she was stupid, that he needed John, not her that she not his daughter. Abby just let him shout; let him have his rants even if his words hurt or her dad not sticking up for her. Sherlock was mostly annoyed by the sleeping arrangements as Abby was John's old room and john was in his. Sherlock was now in a small room that was used as storage.

Abby was Struggling having her real dad home, her world had been tipped upside down, and she was mad that she was never been told who her real dad was, or that her dad knew him. All she was told was that her mum and dad passed on from this world. Now the great Sherlock Holmes, the one that every one claimed had created Moriarty, who was fake. Now people knew he was real, but when Abby asked about his past she was shouted at told to leave the past in the past and to leave Sherlock alone. The only time Sherlock spoke to her in a calm voice was when he asked her where John was. Abby was starting to wish she could break her promise to her dad and show Sherlock her deducing skills but she didn't.

Then the day when Sherlock was supposed to go and give a press release saying that he was alive and Scotland yard were to apologize, the one problem was that Sherlock didn't want to be on camera and it fell on 'eat out Friday' Abby and John's tradition, so the plan was to get Sherlock to Scotland yard then go out, but Abby had a thought that wasn't going to work.

"Abby" John called

"Leave her, she's causing trouble just being here" Sherlock said as he looked into his/Abigail's microscope.

"Try and get along, she is your daughter, and you're the one who wanted your name cleared, and it's going to be done tonight" John said.

"I didn't want a daughter" Sherlock said. "I don't have a daughter"

Abby was standing by the kitchen door when she heard Sherlock's comment. She sighed, before walking in.

"I'm ready, sorry, I was reading" Abigail's voice was quite low.

"It's ok. Come on we're going to see Greg" John said handing her a long red coat.

"Ok, oh hang on, I promised Anderson that I would lend him that book" Abby said, running up the stairs.

"Great, my daughter gets on with the idiot" Sherlock remarked.

John ignored Sherlock and watched as Abby returned holding a thick book. Sherlock just stood and brushed past them and down the stairs out into the cool air of London. Sherlock turned to see Abby next to him one hand out as she hailed a taxi. John stood next to them and opened the door. The taxi ride was silent; Abby was staring out the window. Sherlock was looking ahead and John was looking at them both. Once they arrived at Scotland Yard Abby walked ahead with a spring in her step.

"She does work experience here. She's exactly like you" John said.

"She's nothing like me, John, she may look like me, but she is nothing like me" Sherlock said.

Greg Lestrade smiled when he saw Abby Watson standing there, handing Anderson a thick book. Greg knew Abby was a smart young girl, a lot like her dad, but he still wished Sherlock was there through her life instead of faking his death; Greg opened his office door and went to greet the girl.

"Lestrade, hello" Sherlock said behind the DCI.

"Sherlock the press are ready when you are"

"Sir we just waiting on the freak"

"Hello Donovan. I see you're still scrubbing Anderson's floors"

"What are you implying?"

"Sherlock" John warned.

"Oh please John. Anderson is still married, has a child no bigger than the age of three judging at the food stains on his trousers. Donavon over there has the same aftershave as Anderson yet she's pregnant with his child. Abby there may be my so called daughter but is nothing like me, doesn't think the same as me, but likes her books, likes to be taken out of reality, she loves school, likes a challenge, but yet, she is dumb" Sherlock said.

"Sherlock" John snapped.

"You, John Watson, missed me. You never moved, you thought it would keep me alive, you took in my so called daughter to keep my spirit alive; you had a brief relationship with a woman named Mary. I looked at your phone; you got a job in a new clinic. Lestrade here felt guilty like you do John"

"Stop" Abby said "just stop, please, and do the fucking press conference so I can go home"

"Abby language, and ok as soon as we're done here" John said.

"While tell him to behave their our friends"

"Abby just wait here"

Abby nodded. John could tell she was hurt by Sherlock's words, he could see in her eyes that she was afraid of Sherlock, but yet she was keeping her promise to not deduce people.

"Come on Sherlock, let's get this done" Lestrade said.

The press conference went well until they brought up Abby, asking if she was Sherlock's real daughter or did John adopt her out of the foster system.

Abby was sitting in Lestrade's office thinking to herself that she would be back in school Monday, so she'll have a few hours away from Sherlock. Abby was getting used to her real dad being in her life, but she still wanted it to be just her and John.

Xxx

The weekend was hard; reporters were following them, all asking them if Abby was the great detective's daughter. Abby just kept her head down and decided to stay inside 221B. John felt sorry for her, she loved walking around Baker Street, or cycling on the weekend, but Sherlock was changing the routine yet again. John found Abby curled up in bed fast asleep. He closed the door and walked back down stairs to Sherlock who was looking out the window.

"We've got a case John" Sherlock said his tone dull.

"I can't leave Abby" John told him simply.

"She asleep she'll never know. I'd be lost without my blogger"

John nodded as Sherlock and John left Baker Street leaving Abby alone for the first time.

Abby sat blot up right as her alarm went off she turned it off and sat up, she got dressed and ready for school then she started to panic as her dad had not yet appeared she decided to head up to see if he was still in his bed asleep.

Abby managed to get her phone and rang Mycroft for some help to make sure her dad was ok.