Alexandria Holmes The Detective's Daughter

by Slightlyobsessed22

UPDATED. New Content added to Ch. 6, 8, and 12, small typos and rewritten sentences throughout. Alexandria Holmes, the daughter of Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes has had to move to England with her father after her mother disappears at her own doing. Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, even though it would be awesome if I did. Also, I'm new to this, so bear with me. :)

11. Chapter 11: Landlady, Not Babysitter

Chapter 11: Landlady, Not Babysitter

"Good morning, Sherlock, How was your trip?" A lady's voice reached us before she had opened the door. In walked a woman who appeared to be in her 50's wearing a long blue dress. She had short strawberry blonde hair and looked very kind. I knew at once that she must be Mrs. Hudson. She froze when she saw me.

"Why hello there dear, I didn't expect Sherlock to have company this early." She told me with a smile. "On a case so quick after your trip, dear?" She asked my father as she placed the tea tray complete with biscuits on top of the stacks of paper on the coffee table.

My father walked out and picked up a cup of tea. "Mrs. Hudson, I want you to meet Alexandria. She is not here for a case, she is actually my daughter." He said simply, taking a sip of his tea.

Mrs. Hudson stood there in shock for a minute and then began laughing uncontrollably. My father looked on with disgust and then pressed a cup of tea and a biscuit into my hand. "Here you go." He said. "She'll calm down in a minute or so." And with that he walked back into the kitchen, leaving me with his hysterically laughing landlady.

I stood there just staring at her. I wasn't sure what was so funny. I mean, I knew that Sherlock Holmes having a daughter must have been a surprise, but I failed to see how that would be funny. My father was right of course. Roughly 90 seconds after her laughter began she wiped away a tear and looked at me, calming down.

"Are you being serious?" She asked. My father who was still in the kitchen did not respond. I nodded my head in answer to her question. She looked me over closely. "Oh, child." She said and pulled me into a hug. "I'm Mrs. Hudson. I'm the landlady here." She smiled at me. "I suppose you do really look like him. You have his same wavy hair, and his eyes." Her eyes twinkled as she said this. Just then there was a noise from down stairs. "Oh dear." She said. "It sounds like there is someone at the door." And with that she hurried off down the stairs.

I walked over to the couch and sat down, eating two of the biscuits and drinking the tea. To most children from New York this would be considered an odd breakfast, however I was not most children. The biscuits were much better than my mother had ever made. After a few minutes Mrs. Hudson came up with a bag and placed it inside. "Wiggins brought this here for you dear." She called out and then turned to smile at me. She walked into the kitchen for a minute and I heard her tell my dad that they needed to talk. She then went back down stairs and I walked over to examine the bag.

It had all of my cat items in it. I lugged the bag into the bathroom and set Dolly down while I got the litter box ready. I had to push a pile of clothes out of the way in order to find a space for it. The bathroom was quite messy as well, but not dirty. It simply had papers and clothes strewn about. After dealing with the litter box I found my way into the kitchen to set up a food and water bowl for Dolly. I was surprised to see that my father was no longer messing with his experiment and I looked it over closely in his absence. I had done experiments before, but it was always with normal household items. I had no idea what these substances were, but some of them smelled really bad. I walked back into the living room, took another biscuit and walked out the door and sat down on the stairs, trying to listen to the conversation going on below.

"Sherlock, I do not mind the child being here. My only concern is how you are going to be able to take care of her. You can barely take care of yourself!" I heard Mrs. Hudson say.

"I don't have a choice in the matter, Irene left in order to keep Alex safe. Life is not easy for a woman such as The Woman and now I must take over to make sure that my daughter remains safe." He said with an air of annoyance.

"That's fine Sherlock. Good even. But I need you to remember. I am your landlady, not your housekeeper or your babysitter. She is your responsibility. Not mine."

"I am well aware of that Mrs. Hudson. Besides, she is clever. She surely won't be that much of a problem." He told her.

They continued to talk but I no longer heard them. I was amazed. My father, the greatest consulting detective of all times, thought I was clever. I laughed and then walked back into the flat and sat down to flip on the telly.