Baker Street

The drive back to Baker Street in the morning was passed in silence, the car pulled up at half seven which meant that she had half an hour to get to school. During breakfast Mycroft had informed her that he would be taking her to Baker Street then driving her to school after.

She opened the door, letting it swing open and went straight through the flat into her bedroom, ignoring the lingering eyes of her parents.

Mycroft stepped in just as the door upstairs slammed and she began to get ready. Mycroft smirked at his brother, who was sat in his arm chair hands steepled under his chin.

"Rather tactless Sherlock" he gloated "Searching her room, no wonder the girl was seeking revenge."

"Shut up Mycroft" Sherlock howled, not even bothering to look at his brother.

John rolled his eyes before standing his ground "No Sherlock, Mycroft is right. You were out of line, I warned you not to push her away but still you did."

Mycroft cut in at this point "She has been rather troubled, up in early hours of the morning playing the piano" he paused, they all knew that she often composed when upset or troubled. "No need to worry yourselves, I made sure that she got some sleep, even talked to her about it. Do not neglect this Sherlock." He commanded. "She believes that you do not love her because she is not like us, she fears becoming you and to stop herself switches her mind off, keeps it, as she phrased it 'dormant'. She is more like you that you both care to believe, talk to her."

Mycroft stopped, ignoring his brother's glare and John's worried expression and listened as Juliet ran down the stairs. Juliet stepped into the room, her black hair was plaited down her back, her eyes were lined with light blue eye liner. Her uniform was as always, the skirt higher than it was meant to be, shirt sleeves rolled up and socks pushed down.

She ignored both of her parents, instead she looked at Mycroft. "Shall we?"

Mycroft gave a brisk nod "surely you need some lunch-"

She cut in rudely. "No, not today" Mycroft accepted this and followed her out of the flat.


"Sit down" Sherlock commanded the moment Juliet had made her way up the stairs of 221B. Juliet sighed but sat herself down on the sofa anyway.

"What do you want Sherlock?" she asked with a very annoyed tone, her eyes fixed on the window instead of her father's face.

"I want you to talk to me. I want you to know that you can tell me anything." He said almost too heartfelt for it to be from his lips.

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to admit it, admit that I hate being myself because I fear that I am a constant disappointment, because I feel like you don't love me, like you never had. All because I'm not you, because I haven't got this Holmes gift that all you seem to have."

"Is that really how you feel?" he managed.

Juliet sighed. "Yes, my mind is a jumble of information that I'm unable to sort through because I try so hard to keep it silent. I don't want to be an outcast, to be a sociopath who is unable to feel things for other people, I want to care, I want to love."

"So instead of reaching your full capabilities you have allowed yourself to seem normal, to seem like the average mind?"

Juliet felt the tear fall down her cheek but ignored it, instead closing her eyes. "I just want to be loved for me, not for some extraordinary mind."

"I do love you." He breathed.

"I know." She managed, closing her eyes tighter. "You ignore me, command me, forget me. It doesn't feel like you love me, it feels like I'm a constant disappointment to you, like you never wanted me. I know that you wanted a boy."

"How?" is all the detective could manage in response.

"It wasn't hard to deduce, quite simple really. You two have little experience with women, and what you did wasn't sufficient obvious from your relationship, you are also not close with any women, in fact you don't understand them. So the logical assumption was that you were expecting and wanting a son, you had the name Hamish picked out." She said, opening her eyes to reveal tears.

"It's not that I don't love you, you can never think that. I only wanted a son because I thought I would be able to understand him better than I would a girl. I don't think that I was wrong, I just need some time to learn – "

"Learn? Parenting isn't something you learn, you've had seventeen years of practice."

"I know. I know." He sighed loudly, running a hand through his curls. "I need you to believe that I love you and for now that's enough."

"I believe you and it is enough for now, I would like to have some time alone, if that's alright." Juliet said quickly.

"Yes" Sherlock mumbled. "Fine. Fine"

Juliet went to her room and closed the door behind her. She just hoped that it would be enough, hoped that she could believe him.