A/N: Thank you for the positive comments on my last chapter.

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Chapter 10

Mrs. Hudson stood in the open doorway. I stood behind her. I couldn't see who or what was inside. She knocked on the door frame.

"Hello, Sherlock. I have someone I want you to meet."

I heard a voice coming from inside, but I couldn't see who was speaking.

"For God's sake, Mrs. Hudson! Stop bringing women here! I'm not interested in meeting anyone!" It was a male's voice. It was deep, really deep.

"No, Sherlock. It's someone else." She stepped inside and I followed her. I saw a man sitting in an arm-chair. His long legs hung over one side and his head rested on the other. He tilted his chin up so he was looking at us upside down. His eyes narrowed when he focused on me. Then they shot open.

"Sherlock, this is..."

"Shut up, Mrs. Hudson!" He sat up and jumped out of his chair in one swift movement. He was wearing pajama pants and a silky, blue bath-robe. I stifled a laugh as he began to strut towards me. His eyes were squinted as if he were concentrating. I looked over to Mrs. Hudson expecting her to look insulted by his rudeness or confused as to what he was doing, but she just smiled. What was he doing? He began walking around me, studying me, mumbling things under my breath. I wasn't able to hear what he was saying, but I caught things like "blue eyes" or "thick blond hair". He was describing me. But what for? He stopped in front of me and looked straight into my eyes. They looked sad.

"As I was saying," continued Mrs. Hudson. "this is..."

"John's daughter." He interrupted once again.

My heart stopped. How could he possibly know that? My mouth hung open. We watched each other for a few moments. His eyes were full of sadness, but I could see a tiniest bit of pride in them.

"How in the world did you know that?" I questioned, bewildered. The prideful look in his eyes spread across his face.

"It was a simple deduction, really." He began to explain. "Your blue eyes, blond hair, and very slightly tanned skin is very similar to John's. Of course, I can't prove anything from just appearances though. No, I had to dig further. Your posture is quite good, just as John's was. Now I know what you're thinking. Couldn't that just be a coincidence? Well no, of course not! Coincidences do not exist. You obviously had to be related. John's only immediate family was Harry. You look too similar to be anything more distant than a mother, sister, niece, or daughter. Judging by your height, weight, and...um...body, you are no more than fifteen years old. That rules out mother. Also, John didn't have another sister, only Harry. Given what I've gathered from Harry's previous relationship, she wouldn't have had children of her own. Adopted, maybe, but they would not look like her. So if you aren't a sister or niece, that leaves one other option. You're his daughter."

I didn't catch all of what he said. He spoke faster than I was able to listen. My mind was racing as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. He had figured out who I was only by my looks.

"That...that was...incredible." I told him.

"Yes. Yes, I know." He grinned. "Now there's one thing I haven't quite figured out."

"And what is that?" I asked.

"Your name."

"Oh of course!" How did I not think of that. I'd never introduced myself. "It's Eden. My name is Eden."

He held out his hand and I took it.

"The name's Holmes. Sherlock Holmes."

"Well, now that we've sorted that out," Mrs. Hudson began. "let me show you to your room."

She began walking further into the apartment, carrying my bags.

"Wait! What do you mean room?" Sherlock questioned bluntly.

"Yes, Sherlock. She's staying with us tonight."

He didn't reply. He just turned and plopped back down into his chair. He placed his hands under his chin and that was the last I heard from him. I followed Mrs. Hudson down a short hallway and into a room. There was a large bed, neatly made, and a nice, wooden wardrobe.

"This was John's room. I'm terribly sorry for the dust. I have trouble entering this room. I couldn't bare to touch anything."

"That's alright." I assured her. "It's fine. Thank you for letting me stay."

"It's not a problem, Dear. You've been through quite a bit today."

She exited the room, leaving me alone with my bags. I dropped my backpack and threw myself down onto the bed. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I promised my mom I would let her know how things went, but I wasn't so sure I wanted to now. Would she make me come home? I missed my home, especially now. But I wasn't sure I wanted to give up such a great opportunity. I was in London! Somewhere I'd always wanted to visit. And how would my mom react? Would she be devastated? I held my phone and contemplated. Eventually, I punched in her number and hit the call button.

"Hello? Eden? How did it go?" She asked.

"Umm. Well." I started.

"Did you meet him?"

"No."

"What? What do you mean? Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Well, no. John, um, John is dead."

"What?" Her voice cracked.

"He was shot a few weeks ago. But I.."

"Oh my gosh, Eden! I am so sorry! Honey, get the next flight home and we'll be at the airport to get you!"

"Mom, stop. I don't want to come home."

"What? What are talking about?"

"I want to stay in London. I have always wanted to come here. This is such a great opportunity. I don't want it to go to waste! Please, Mom? Please?"

I begged "I have a place to stay tonight. John's old land lady. She's the one who told me about John. She seems like a nice lady. And I promise I'll be careful."

"Errr...um..let me think it over. I'll text you."

"Okay, thank you!"

"Don't thank me yet." She warned.

"Fine. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too."

The phone call ended and I set my phone on the dusty night stand next to the bed. I buried my face in one of the pillows. I slowly began to doze off until I heard my text tone. I picked up my phone and read the text from my mother.

Her: I talked it over with Wayne. Our answer is yes.

Me: OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU!

I checked the time. It was a little after 5:30. I wasn't very hungry, but I was tired. I got out of bed and pulled a pair of pajamas out of my suitcase. I changed before climbing into the huge bed that once belonged to my father. I pulled the light green comforter around me and quickly fell asleep.

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