Hey Guys I'll try to update daily , so stick by me. Again I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK. I'd like to thank all of you who bothered to actually read this, you're all awesome-sauce. PM me if you have any ideas for this story or any other stories ( I'll even do other fandoms, BTW : I am a Huge fan of Marvel)
So without further adieu, Chapter 3.
An hour after Anthea left, John had forced Sherlock and Artemis to sit at the table and eat the take-away he had brought home, muttering the entire time about how the Holmes never eat enough.
Both of the dark-haired figures grumbled before giving into John's mother-hen tendencies. Although while they ate, they were locked elsewhere, Sherlock conducting an experiment between bites of Thai fried rice and Artemis hacking the pentagon again because she was 'bored'.
John was just thankful that Artemis' boredom didn't leave them with bullet holes in the wall. Suddenly Mrs. Hudson bustled upstairs
" Oh Artemis, what did you do to upset your father?"she asked worriedly.
Artemis just kept tapping on her phone
" Would you like the list in alphabetical or chronological order?" she asked, not bothering to look up.
Mrs. Hudson frowned
" Elanor Artemis Marie Holmes, you'll go downstairs and talk to your father this instant! He may not be an ideal father, but he's the only one you've got. Remember young lady, family's all you have in the end." the elderly woman chastised.
The younger woman huffed and with much theatrics that the Holmes family was infamous for, stomped downstairs. Mycroft Holmes was leaning against his umbrella, and looking around the flat with a air of masked impatience.
" Well, you've got me Daddy, now what do you want ?" she asked not even bothering to be civil.
" Hello to you too Artemis." Mycroft said slowly, irritating his daughter further.
" Yes, hello Father. How are you ? That dim-witted git that you call assistant told me you want to take me to dinner tomorrow." Artemis said in a false cheery tone.
" Artemis, mind your language young lady." Mycroft said finally showing signs of annoyance.
The young woman just glared at the floor and scuffed the toe of her jimmy choo boot into the carpeted floor, just like she used to do when she got told off by her father when she was a child, that is when they were both home.
" Fine, why do you want to take me to dinner?" Artemis asked still looking down.
" Is it so unusual for a father to take his daughter to dinner?" Mycroft asked staring his daughter down.
" It is when its you, other Dads : not so much " Artemis said hotly.
Mycroft glared at his only child
" Be ready by 8:00 pm , I'll send a driver. The dress code is formal." with that he turned around "Oh and I hear you met DI Gregory Lestrade." he said feigning interest.
"Yes, I did. Bit slow isn't he Daddy?" Artemis bit back.
" Try not get involved with him Artemis, I'll see you tomorrow night." and with that he dramatically swept out and called over his shoulder "Oh and tell John, I'll be seeing him very soon."
"Bye, Daddy." Artemis said softly as she closed the door. Despite everything she said to her father, she constantly worried about him, especially since he was the British Government.
Taking a breath and clearing her face of any and all emotions, she headed back upstairs.
" Looks like I have plans for tomorrow. Oh and John, he says he'll be seeing you very soon." Artemis said sarcastically doing a killer impression of Mycroft.
John gave a long-suffering sigh at the announcement and Sherlock slammed the fridge door shut with more force than necessary. Artemis rolled her eyes at her Uncle's dramatics, and John was no help, sometimes he was as blind as everyone else that was 'normal'.
" Well, I'll be heading back to my flat, I left those toes in the oven." Artemis said to her uncle.
After waving to a exhausted and slightly nauseous looking John, she bolted down the stairs and into her the door behind her, she slid down the door and landed on her arse. Artemis closed her eyes and remembered everything she saw about her Dad that evening.
Bags under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping these past few days. Has lost maybe two pounds and that's from stress and not exercising. Has a foreign crisis that requires extreme amount of thinking and two shots of scotch. Probably has to send an undercover agent into the fray.
Slowly Artemis stood up and made her way into the bathroom and after a short shower, she collapsed into bed. Boarding school habits stuck around even if she never slept, she still climbs into bed by 10:45. Closing her eyes she hoped today insomnia wouldn't the bitch it usually was.