A/N: I am not lying when I say that this chapter took 3 hours to write. And its totally worth it cause I have no life. BUT DOCTOR WHO IS ON TONIGHT WHOOOOHOOOO! Sorry. Please review if you read this chapter. Like I will do anything you want if you review. I WILL UPDATE EVERYDAY UNTIL SEPTEMBER 11. Cause thats when my school starts.
Darcy left Sherlock and John talking and got a taxi to the train station. On the train she pulled out her phone and checked the time. Calculating hours in her head she cursed to herself realizing she wouldn't be able to get a ride back to London until tomorrow. When she reached her destination, she took out the address she had been given and got a cab there. When she reached the warehouse she paid the cab driver and walked inside immediately taking mental notes of everything she could deduce about the building.
"All right!" Darcy yelled her voice echoing off the walls, "I'm here! Come out, come out, where ever you are?"
There was no answer but Darcy knew better then that, listening closely she heard the small sound of a foot stepping on a rock, but pretended not to hear it.
"Come on! I came here, and I am going to get it if they figure out I left London."
Darcy heard the foot again, but this time lost her patience.
"Come out. I heard you." Darcy said but collected herself and pretended to think that the sound had come from the other side of the warehouse then it really was.
She vaguely heard footsteps coming up to her calculating the steps in her head she counted until they were within her reach. Turning around she pulled the gun she had snagged from Sherlock at the man she was facing.
"Hello Darcy." Spoke Darcy's father, unfazed by his daughter holding a gun at his face.
Darcy smirked, "Hello Lincoln."
"Link." He said returning the smirk.
"No, I couldn't."
"I insist."
She laughed a little, "Too bad then."
Smiling Lincoln pulled out his own gun.
"You know it hurts that you would pull a gun on your own daughter." Darcy said with fake sadness and betrayal.
Lincoln scoffed gun still pointing at her, "You know if hurts that you would pull a gun on your own father."
"Your older." Darcy defended.
"You started it."
Darcy glared at him. Lincoln was tall maybe a little taller then Sherlock or about the same height. He had piercing green eyes that were an exact match to one of Darcy's. All together he was attractive, if you didn't know him. Lincoln Caffrey was what you could almost call a snake. He was charming and without flaws, well, visible flaws. Sherlock would say that Darcy was his flaw. Both the Holmes and Caffrey family had kept it a secret on who exactly Darcy's father was. But Darcy never intended to keep that secret.
"You seem to be deep in thought, not doubt thinking of a way to wiggle your way out of trouble when uncle Sherlock learns that you escaped."
"You seem to be trying to think of a way to wiggle your way into someone else's bed." Darcy snapped back.
Which wiped the smile right off of Lincoln's face.
"Or do you not do that anymore? Wouldn't want another accident like me to happen. Oh man, that would just kill your reputation." Darcy did a fake scoffed at her own words.
Out of nowhere Lincoln grabbed Darcy's wrist and twisted it and the gun fell out of her hand, she cried out and Lincoln let go of her wrist picking up the gun and pointing two guns at her now.
"The hell?" Darcy said rubbing her throbbing wrist.
Lincoln just shrugged, "Can't have you messing around with fire-"
He didn't have a chance to finish, Avalon had taught her more about fighting and self-defense then Lincoln had thought. He had underestimated her. Kneeing him as hard as she could in the side he moved to protect his side but Darcy was expecting that she kicked him harder then she had kneed him in one knee and he fell down dropping the gun in the process.
Quickly Darcy grabbed them both but put Sherlock's away using her uninjured hand to point the gun and her father.
Lincoln glared at her from his spot on the ground.
"Darcy, please put the gun down." Said a familiar voice from behind her.
Quickly Darcy turned around to see the owner of the voice. Her mother. Darcy's shock caused her to forget about the man on the ground until he grabbed Sherlock's gun from her.
"Hey." She called and they were back where they started, both pointing a gun at each other's face.
"Guns. Down. Now." Avalon said her voice a demand but neither father nor daughter moved a muscle, "Both of you put your guns now or I'm taking them away and your not getting them back."
Darcy knew better then to test her mother's patience. Her mother who she never had proof was still alive until now. Slowly both of them put down the gun. Putting them away but not taking their eyes off of each other.
The next thing Darcy knew was her mother was hugging her. Of course she hugged back, she had missed her mother, nothing against Sherlock and John, but she had grew up with her mom she had done everything with her. It was weird for her to live with someone else that wasn't her mom.
"I've missed you." Avalon whispered in Darcy's ear.
Darcy smiled into her mother shoulder, "I've missed you too, Mom."
"Sorry to break up this lovely moment," Lincoln said from behind Darcy, "But we've been here too long. We have to go, Avalon."
Avalon let go of her daughter but didn't go far.
"Darcy's coming with us. We need to talk. All of us." She said glaring at Lincoln.
"Either way, Avalon, we need to get out of here. Go back to the safe house."
Avalon nodded and lead Darcy out to a car and they left. Where, was a mystery to Darcy, she may not trust her father, but there was no doubt in her mind that she trusted her mother.
Avalon sat in the front seat; Darcy in the back seat and Link was driving. Avalon looked at Darcy in the mirror, she looked tired and older then she really was and something about that made Avalon feel like she was terrible at being a mother but pushed the thought aside for later.
"Darcy, it's a long ride about, 3 hours you should get some sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there."
"I think I'm good." She answered not looking away from the window.
Avalon made a face and reached behind Lincoln's chair and grabbed the pillow and blanket they keep there and handed it to Darcy.
"Please? I need you to be functional."
Darcy took the pillow and blanket, "Just because I enjoy being sane."
Avalon laughed in reply and five minutes later Darcy was fast asleep.
"You OK?" Link asked, breaking the dead silence.
Avalon looked at him, "What?"
"With Darcy being here. Telling her your alive."
Avalon didn't answer at first, "Am I a horrible mother?"
Darcy doesn't like Link, anybody could see that and Avalon had no idea why she would hate him as much as she does. She had never said anything like that it was probably years of Sherlock being Darcy's only friend besides her. But Avalon trusted Link. She had gone to him for help after all.
"Why would you think that?" Link asked saving her from getting to deep in thought.
Avalon sighed, "Darcy doesn't deserve to be sucked into this world. She shouldn't have to worry about weather or not her mother faked her death or not. She should be worrying about how she doesn't have a boyfriend or something."
"I'm actually pretty sure Darcy has a boyfriend so she wouldn't be worrying about that anyway."
Avalon froze, "What?"
Link looked confused, "What?"
"Darcy has a boyfriend?"
"Oh," Link smiled, "yeah."
"When the hell did that happen?"
"I'm really tempted to say after you died, but then your going to make some 'over my dead body' joke and I don't want to go there."
Avalon laughed, "I wasn't going to."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"No joke?"
Avalon shook her head still smiling.
"Of course you weren't. You aren't a comical genius like I am."
"What?" Avalon exclaimed, "Since when are you a jokester?"
"Since now."
Avalon laughed again. But then it went silent again.
"If you think you're a bad mother remember that you aren't as bad of a parent as I am." Link's voice was emotionless but Avalon could tell it had to hurt him in some way.
"You're not that bad." Avalon almost whispered.
"Funny, about 30 minutes ago we had a gun pointed at each other's faces."
Avalon looked away. She knew it was true.
"That was your fault," she said trying to raise the mood, "if you actually acted like an adult Darcy may just respect you more."
Link smiled again, "Are you calling me childish?"
"Not at all."
"Good that would've made this family road trip pure awkwardness. Why don't you take your own advice and get some sleep?"
Avalon just nodded, "Wake me up in an hour OK?"
"OK."
"Thanks Link." She said before closing her eyes, falling into her tiredness.
Link woke Avalon up as they were pulling into the driveway of their safe house.
"Has it been an hour?" Avalon said waking up and looking around, "Why are we here already? You did not wake me up after an hour."
Link stopped the car, "Your welcome, Ava. I think you should wake up Darcy."
Avalon made a face but got out of the car to wake up Darcy while Link went inside.
When he walked in first thing he did was scope the house to make sure no one had come in, when he was done with that Darcy and Avalon were in the kitchen making coffee. The clock told Link that it 1:45 which made him groan internally. After this he was sleeping all day and Avalon can't stop him.
"Darcy, you realize you can't tell Sherlock about this right?" Link said to her, Avalon had went upstairs to prepare someplace for Darcy to sleep for the night.
"Yeah, I'm not an idiot. I'll call a friend see if he can cover for me."
Link looked at her, "Go ahead."
"What?"
"Call your friend."
"Now."
Link nodded.
Sighing Darcy pulled out her phone.
"Put it on speaker."
She looked at Link annoyed but did as she was asked.
"Darcy?" Said her friend on the other line sounding tired but Link placed the voice as the guy she had been with at the funeral. Also known as her boyfriend.
Darcy looked guilty, "I'm sorry. I realize that I am messing with your sleeping patterns but I need a favor."
"It's fine. And at two am?"
"Sorry? Is it possible that I stayed the night at your place?"
"No," her friend said, "Sorry, but I had dinner with Lestrade, my Mom is visiting. Sadly the one night where you can't get away with the excuse is the one night you actually need it."
Darcy sighed, "Really. Well this is great."
"Call Annie. Her Dad works nights recently remember?"
"No. But of course you do," Darcy smiled, "Thanks Daniel. Sorry for waking you up,"
Darcy was about to hang up when he stopped her, "Wait, where are you that you need someone to cover for you?"
"Um… Bye." Darcy ended the call quickly.
Link smirked, "Real smooth. That'll knock him off your trail."
"Shut up and if you don't mind go get me an ice pack."
"Ice pack?" Link asked honestly confused.
Darcy looked super annoyed as she dialed another number that could only be her friend Annie, "Yes, I think you sprained my wrist again."
"Again?"
"I did when I was like 10."
Link nodded as he got the ice pack he heard Darcy click call, "SPEAKER!"
Darcy put it on speakerphone while rolling her eyes.
Link came back with the ice pack just as Avalon was entering the room and the phone was still ringing. Handing Darcy the ice pack he put his finger to his lips to inform Avalon not to say anything.
"Hello?" A female's voice with an American accent said sounding absolutely exhausted, "Darcy what do you need I was asleep."
"No you weren't, Annie. I know that, you know that. EVERYONE knows that." Answered Darcy smiling.
There was a pause on the other line.
"Fine, what do you need?" The same voice said but with no trace of sleep detectable.
"Did I stay the night at your house tonight?"
"Yes,"
Darcy smile widened, "Thank you!"
"Only if you tell me why you need me to lie."
"I will, I swear."
"Are you at Daniel's?"
"If I was at Daniel's then I would say I was at Daniel's. I called him first it wouldn't have worked. Unreliable lie. That's why I'm asking you. We can all meet tomorrow but I have to go. Bye. Thanks Annie. I owe you one."
The line went dead before her friend could say anything back.
Darcy put the ice pack on her wrist and turned towards Link.
"Happy now? I have an alibi." She said then turned towards Avalon, "Time to talk, Mom. Spill."
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