After a while of contemplating this; she slowly go up and walked up the stairs.
She never saw him cry.
It was a strange thing; an adult crying especially one who never revealed their thoughts or feelings. But there he was; Sherlock Holmes; the Consulting Detective was crying.
Mrs Hudson was bending down on the floor; where Sherlock was slowly rubbing his arm. Attempting to calm him. She never heard anything so—broken before.
And she knew how she sounded when she cried.
He was on the floor, hands over his eyes. His head was bowed deep and he was shaking with choked out sobs. His hair was all sticky uppy but not in the good fun way. Even his curls seemed to droop.
"Sherlock, oh Sherlock. What's the matter? What's wrong Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson whispered, seeming a little at loss of what to do. Ally leaned against the doorway, unable to make herself move. They hadn't seem to have noticed her. So she just listened:
"I—I—I have made a grave mistake, Mrs Hudson." he croaked out; even his voice didn't sound the same. "I have failed—I have failed—And I do not think I ever will-"Another muffled cry.
"She will never forgive me." Sherlock whispered, bending lower, curling himself into a ball on the floor. "She will never forgive me, Mrs Hudson."
"Sherlock, I'm—"
"Who could blame her? I cannot." Sherlock said, his crying seemed to have subsided, but the empty hollowness of his voice still there. "I have failed as a father. I have failed the one thing; that was good."
"I always wanted the best for her, Mrs Hudson. Clearly I have failed on that standard."
"Oh Sherlock…" Mrs Hudson whispered covering mouth, bending over; so Ally could not see her. Ally shut her eyes taking a deep breath before slowly, stepping into their line of site.
Sherlock shot up instantly attempting to make himself presentable or at least a little less like a waterlogged tear stricken man with a wrinkled suit.
She was small at the same time so big. So different from the Ally a few years ago.
That Ally was younger, her eyes a little brighter. That Ally with a big heart, a sharp tongue and the person who despite what she saw, believed in the good of people.
She believed in the angels that could walk among the humans.
The bright stars of humanity.
This Ally was a different; a little older, her eyes bright, but older somehow; wiser. This Ally still had her big heart, but it was a little more guarded. Her sharp tongue as cut-throat as ever, but sliver as well.
She saw the good in people; but she also saw the bad.
She believed in the angels that could walk among humans, but she also knew that devils walked among them too.
She understood to have the bright stars of humanity, they needed the darkest of nights and the cover of clouds to eventually shine.
She stood tall; in her dark skirt and white shirt. Despite the circumstances he could only marvel at how much she looked like Jim Moriarty. Her hair like his, the tilt of her head, the natural confidence and the air of power and regality.
As he noticed this he couldn't help but notice him; he saw him in Ally when she ran eager to play the game, he saw him in Ally with her sharp tongue and even sharper deductions, he saw him in Ally in her cheeky grins and witty remarks.
He saw him and Moriarty in her angry; both cold, dangerous and unpredictable.
He saw him and Moriarty in her pain; deep and dark.
But at the same time; she differences stood out too.
And when she walked over to him.
When she bent down.
Looking at him; with her deep beautiful eyes.
And hugged him.
Shutting her eyes, leaning her head to his, squeezing him tight as if he might disappear into thin air. Sherlock knew; Ally was different to him and Moriarty.
She could forgive.
4 months later…
Things had changed.
They always seemed to.
But she didn't mind. She liked change.
Things had gotten better; after being re-introduced to society. Ally focused on the one thing she never really bother herself with. Which was herself.
After a while with some bumps in the road, mind you. She and her father had manged to rekindle what they lost; work on their relationship, fix the cracks. It was much easier with John pushing them together.
Soon enough, they were back: Sherlock and Alvina Holmes though Ally always added a quiet little Moriarty at the end. Despite her new little anger towards the other father.
John, Molly, Lestrade, Dimmock and Mrs Hudson had been the most supportive. Always there when she needed to talk to someone. Sherlock was always around; and in her time away from Jim a very odd unsettle thought had occurred to her.
Which after a while turned out (in her mind) to be true.
He manipulated her; while she still had the hope he wanted a relationship; the thought of him using her to hurt Sherlock was still a very viable option.
While it was definitely safe to say: she had a ton of Daddy Issues.
One the bright side; she had manged to keep some contact with Will. Who had been placed in protective custody after he and Sebastian Moran were captured. After that Sebastian Moran had escaped, and Moriarty had also fallen off the grid.
Ally had to admit, she wasn't that surprised.
Jim Moriarty was always ten steps ahead; and if that didn't work he always had a backup steps; or would do the crazy thing and take eleven steps back.
Nevertheless, Ally had to admit; she was enjoying this.
The cases, the dubious looks of the police as she and Sherlock would ratted off the blatantly obvious facts. John's impressed and exasperated face, Molly's grin and Mrs Hudson's constant: 'I'm you landlady not your housekeeper' while promptly cleaning up.
She liked this; her new different similar normal.
"Ally! Case!" Sherlock shouted from the doorway.
"Coming!" Ally shouted back; tucking some loose hair behind her ear. Grabbing her jacket; she gave her room one final glance. It was neater; her stars still shining on her wall. Her bookshelves sorted and her box of trinkets no longer hidden under her bed, instead being placed on her desk, with a bunch of other mementos.
A comic from John, a hair pin from Mrs Hudson, and so forth.
Ally smiled, catching a final glance at herself in the mirror. She was older; just turned 13 and going well into her teen years, her hair longer (she needed to get a haircut) her usual attire a shirt with a jersey over with either a skirt or a jeans (today it was skirt) and a pair of sneakers.
But she more herself in a while.
She knew who she was. She felt put together; secure. She trusted her instincts more; but made sure to consider both her mind and her heart allowing them both to be heard instead of singling one out.
She was Jane Alvina Shannon Holmes Moriarty.
And she was ready.
Hi everyone! Thoughts? I was a tad worried, about how Sherlock's reaction and how that went...but he did raise her and does love her so...THOUGHTS! Please!
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