Chapter 11
*From Sherlock's point of view*
Thanks to John for pushing me, I was forced to go into the room. I saw her, my daughter.
"How are you feeling?" I asked. She looked at me with tired eyes.
"Spectacular." I grinned at that remark and grabbed a chair. I placed it by the hospital bed.
"You didn't have to take the shot," I began to say.
"Well I figured he would've killed us all, so I was like, why not die fighting? At least then my conscious would be clear." I looked at her in wonder, then I saw her eyes. They were mine: she is mine.
"What day is today?" She asked.
"Thursday, about one in the morning."
"I was suppose to have a biology test today at school. Guess that's not going to happen." I smiled.
"Bet you would have aced it though."
"Yeah, and my brother would have somehow copied off of me." I laughed a little. Then there was silence.
"Listen Jenny, I don't know if you know this, but uh,"
"You're my father." I just stared at her. Mycroft's warning crawled back into my head.
"How did you figure it out?" I asked surprised.
"I knew when I first saw you, we were strangely similar. Moriarty pretty much confirmed it." I hated to admit to myself, but Mycroft was right. She definitely had the gift, and she was a Holmes.
"Ah, I see. So, are you and your brother twins?"
"Yeah."
"Who's older?"
"James is. He brags about it all the time, but he's only older by a minute." For a moment, I found the thought of the two of us having older brothers amusing.
"I suppose he doesn't know about this then."
"Course not. He's an idiot." We both laughed.
"How do you think Moriarty knew? I was unsure of that answer.
"Considering he's a world class criminal, he has a lot of connections." I looked at her, and could sense her fear.
"It'll be okay," I said as I unknowingly at the time, held her hand in mine. She nodded in acknowledgement as she started to get drowsy. She soon fell asleep.
