Hello my minions.... all one of you -_-; This is a story that I'm currently
working on and it's kind of because I saw a Sherlock Holmes movie on USA
and it had this really cool guy playing Holmes and it was the bestest movie
ever.... So, I decided that I would write about Holmes having a daughter or
something... cause, you know, I can.... The title doesn't really match the
story quite yet...I'll get to it eventually, but in the mean time, enjoy
and for God's sake, tell me if there are mistakes... such as the crappy
formatting, which I have fixed....Also, this is a fanfiction, if you
believe that Holmes didn't like women, good for you! I'm going with the
assumption that he was, at one point a horny nineteen year old.. ~Dianna
Mia struggled with the darkness. It overwhelmed her and she fought it to no avail. Pain seared through her body as she battled with it. Visions of her past, of her father, blinded her and made the darkness stronger. Then, all was silent and a bright light emanated from one source. It forced the darkness back and she was finally able to open her eyes. Watson stood above her. He was her fathers' very close friend.
"Mia! You are finally awake!" He exclaimed, heaving a relieved sigh.
"What happened?" She whimpered, the pain putting her into the place of no light again. She squeezed her eyes tightly and felt a tiny prick in her forearm.
"That should help with the pain, Miss Holmes." A soft feminine voice said. The feeling vanished and she opened her eyes again, the faces of the nurse and Watson coming into view again.
"I recapitulate my query Mr. Watson. What has happened?" Mia asked.
"Your father, Mia...He...He's dead." Watson whispered, barely audible.
Her face paled. "He cannot be dead. He is Sherlock Holmes, master
detective." Mia said, trying her best to hold back her tears.
"It...It was Moriarty. He is dead as well."
"Are you so sure about that Dr. Watson? Mr. Holmes has killed my
father how many times now?" Watson whirled around, his pistol ready to
fire. There was a rush of cold air, and Mia felt herself lifted off
the bed. The wind blew passed her as the person leapt from building to
building.
"Where are you taking me?" She said, fighting to stay awake.
"Don't worry Miss. Holmes, I shan't harm you." This was all Mia heard,
her head rolled back and she again faced the darkness. She awoke in
her bed, the sun shining warmly down on her.
"It was a dream." She whispered to herself as she pulled the blankets
away. Her arm caught on something and when she reached to pull it away
she realized that her arm was chained to the bed. "What is going on
here?"
"Ah Miss. Holmes, good to see that you are awake." A soft voice said
from the doorway. She turned and saw a man, about her age standing in
the doorway. He was holding a tray with toast and a steaming cup of
tea on it. He set the tray down on a nightstand and helped her back
onto the bed. "Please, lie down. You shouldn't be up." He said with a
smile.
"What do you want?" Mia demanded her vision blurring. She felt his
hand on her forehead, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Only to care for you Miss. Holmes. We have both suffered a great
loss, we must offer each other support. Have some tea, won't you?" He
handed her a cup of the hot liquid. Reluctantly she accepted it and
sipped it cautiously.
"Who are you?" She asked her vision still hazy.
"You're the daughter of the great Sherlock Holmes. Tell me what you
know about me." He said. She rubbed her eyes and studied him.
"You have been traveling for sometime; recently you traveled to an
Asian country. You were in the army once, but you are a deserter.
While on a mission, you were injured severely and haven't fully
recovered from your injuries yet." She said. The man let out a small
chuckle.
"Brilliant. You deduced my traveling from my disheveled clothing, dark
skin, and lighter hair from the heavy sunlight. It was Japan that I
visited; evidently you noticed the weapons on the table."
"Actually, you have wasabi on your chin." Mia said, looking away. The
man laughed and wiped his chin with a tissue. "You are still wearing
your army boots and are not on duty. The bandage on your arm is
bloody, thus inferring that it was a recent injury." "You are quite
marvelous, Miss Holmes." The man said. "Allow me to introduce myself,
I am-"
"Malachai Moriarty." Mia said effortlessly.
"Please, call me Kai." He replied. "I abhor my name. You however, have
a lovely name, Miss Miana Holmes."
"How lovely to know that I have a stalker." Mia remarked. Kai opened
his mouth say something, but Mia beat him to it.
"Now you're going to make a comment about how we're not too different.
Then you'll ask me to join you take over the world." She said dryly.
"Actually Mia," He said leaning over. "I was going to kiss you."
Before she could react, his soft lips were on hers. The mellow smell
of his cologne filled her nostrils with a hypnotizing aroma. He pulled
away and smiled at her. Mia put her fingers on her numb lips.
"Why did you do that?" She asked breathlessly.
"I want you." He whispered, brushing his lips against her neck. She
slowly backed away from him, knocking her tea over. He pinned her
against the wall and kissed her again, hard.
"Malachai!" A commanding voice yelled, causing him to break away from
her. Mia sighed. Kai rolled his eyes and faced the speaker.
"What is it father?" Mia's face reddened and her head jerked up. Her
eyes met the icy blue ones that haunted her dreams. The man had a
highly domed head and his eyes were set very deep into their sockets.
"A pleasure to meet you Miss. Holmes." Moriarty said with a small
smile that made her shudder. He brushed her cheek with the back of his
hand. Disgusted, she pulled away, only then did she realize that he
was sitting in an elaborately designed wheelchair. "Ah, so you noticed
my new accessory, I have your father to thank for that. God rest his
soul." He said with a smile on his face. Mia spat at him and the smile
faded. "Malachai, if your guest does not learn some manners, I am
afraid she will have to join her father." He glared at Malachai and
gave Mia an amused smile. "Well, if you'll both excuse me, I have some
work to do." The chair squeaked as he wheeled it out of the room.
"How did he survive!?" Mia said in a rage. Kai sat on the bed and put
his hand on hers. "My father is like a cockroach, he keeps coming
back. I myself am not entirely sure of how he does it." Mia pulled her
hand away and glared at the ceiling. "I am sorry Mia; I did not mean
to be so forceful with my feelings."
"He killed my father, he killed my mother, isn't he content yet? I'm
disconsolate and dolorous. Why can't your family leave me alone?" She
closed her eyes. Kai put his arms around her and she sobbed into his
chest. "I'm so empty inside..." She sobbed violently. Kai hugged her
tightly to him and she felt better.
"I'm sorry Mia...but there's nothing I can do." He whispered in her
ear. "I saved you because I fell in love with you. Father would have
killed you as well, he likes to destroy families. That's why I'm here;
he killed my mother and sent me away to the army."
"MY FATHER IS DEAD!" Mia screamed, pushing him away. "Your father
killed him and nearly killed me, isn't he satisfied yet? I swear on my
father's grave that I will kill him, Kai. He will die if it kills me
as well." Mia said, gritting her teeth.
"Intrepid words from someone who is chained to her bed." An amused
voice said from the doorway. "They mean nothing to me of course, Miss.
Holmes. Your father pledged the same thing and it killed him, the
veracity is that you will die before you see me buried."
"Strong words from an invalid bastard!" Mia spat. Moriarty smiled and
pointed a revolver at her head.
"Ah Miss. Holmes, the only people who would mourn for you are dead,
tell them I send my greetings." Mia squeezed her eyes shut as she
heard the gun fire. "Malachai! What the hell are you doing?!" Mia
opened her eyes and saw that Kai had pushed his father's wheelchair
over and had taken the revolver.
"You cannot kill her father, I forbid it." Kai said.
"Why? Because you love her?" Moriarty hissed.
"Because I despise you father." He undid the restraints on Mia's wrist
and shoved a fur-covered cloak into her hands. "Go somewhere safe,
I'll find you." Mia nodded, pulled the cloak around her and rushed
past the fallen Moriarty. The street was full of carriages that tore
past her. She hailed a Brougham and stepped inside.
"Where to Miss?" The cabby asked, looking her over.
"Two twenty-one Baker Street please." Watson embraced her when she
stepped shakily out of the carriage. "Pay him please Watson." Mia
muttered, grabbing hold of the railing that led to the front door.
Watson shoved numerous bills into the mans' hands and ran to help Mia.
"What happened? You've been missing for three days." He asked, helping
her sit down.
"Moriarty is still alive." She replied, glaring at her father's
violin that hung above the fireplace.
"That's impossible, I saw the body myself!" Watson exclaimed. "Just
like all the other times he died?" Mia asked dryly.
"What about all of the near misses that father has had? Everyone
thought that for the longest time, he had died at the bottom of
Reichenbach Falls in Switzerland. He miraculously survived that, what
are the chances that he escaped this alive as well?" "He was shot
thirteen times." Watson said quietly.
"Father always wore an armored vest, you know that."
"I saw blood in that water."
"I saw Professor Moriarty, he's been hampered to a wheelchair, and he
says that father did something to him." Watson didn't respond.
"H-he could be alive?" He finally asked. "That's what I've been
trying to tell you!" She exclaimed.
"The game's afoot, Watson, we must pursue this further." She rose out
of the chair and went to her father's room.
"What are you doing?" Watson asked following her.
"Putting on some clothes, I have none." She replied, pulling the oak
door shut behind her. Her father's bedroom was a mess, but she'd never
seen anything clean in his apartment since her mother died. She pulled
one of her father's white shirts and a pair of black pants off the
floor and pulled them on. Over the shirt she pulled a black silk vest.
Looking at herself in the dusty mirror that was in the chiffonier, she
saw her fathers' reflection. "Watson, does he have an extra coat?" She
asked, ignoring his reaction to her attire. He handed her a long brown
and dull green stripped coat. He sighed as she pulled it on.
"You're turning into him, you know?" He mused. "You look like your
mother but you choose to become your father." He handed her a
deerstalker hat. "This was all we found at the scene. I had it
washed." Mia held it in her hands, staring down at it in disbelief. On
the inside was a tag that read: S.H. Esq. 1876. "Your mother gave that
to him, right before you were born." Watson said pulling a large album
out from a mess of papers. It was dated from 1889 to the present 1894.
"These are your fathers' case files; I have recorded then since I met
your father."
"Why are you afraid to say his name, John?" Mia asked. He jumped at
the sound of his own first name.
"He is greatness embodied, Mia. The great Holmes, I never used his
first name and he never used mine." There was a knock at the front
door and Mia froze. Watson pushed the dusty curtain aside and peered
out of the window.
"It's only Mycroft; I rang him when you were getting dressed." He went
to answer the door. Seconds later he was followed by a tall man who
looked similar to his brother. Mycroft Holmes was a dark haired man
with a hawk-like nose and a thin face. His black hair was messy and
fell around his dark eyes.
"Mia!" He yelled, a smile slowly appearing on his face. He embraced
her tightly and Mia could feel his tears as his cheek brushed against
hers. "I'm so glad that you have been restored to us unharmed. That
was quite a fall you took."
"Uncle Mycroft, I am intact, only a few abrasions and some fractured
ribs. That isn't important, my father is still alive Uncle and I
require your succor to liberate him from wherever Moriarty is keeping
him."
"So he remains alive, it takes more than a few bullets to faze a
Holmes."
"I would think that fifteen bullets would faze anyone." Watson
remarked quietly. Mia shot him an angry look.
"You said thirteen shots before John, which is it?"
"I was only elaborating, Mia." He replied.
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Mia struggled with the darkness. It overwhelmed her and she fought it to no avail. Pain seared through her body as she battled with it. Visions of her past, of her father, blinded her and made the darkness stronger. Then, all was silent and a bright light emanated from one source. It forced the darkness back and she was finally able to open her eyes. Watson stood above her. He was her fathers' very close friend.
"Mia! You are finally awake!" He exclaimed, heaving a relieved sigh.
"What happened?" She whimpered, the pain putting her into the place of no light again. She squeezed her eyes tightly and felt a tiny prick in her forearm.
"That should help with the pain, Miss Holmes." A soft feminine voice said. The feeling vanished and she opened her eyes again, the faces of the nurse and Watson coming into view again.
"I recapitulate my query Mr. Watson. What has happened?" Mia asked.
"Your father, Mia...He...He's dead." Watson whispered, barely audible.
Her face paled. "He cannot be dead. He is Sherlock Holmes, master
detective." Mia said, trying her best to hold back her tears.
"It...It was Moriarty. He is dead as well."
"Are you so sure about that Dr. Watson? Mr. Holmes has killed my
father how many times now?" Watson whirled around, his pistol ready to
fire. There was a rush of cold air, and Mia felt herself lifted off
the bed. The wind blew passed her as the person leapt from building to
building.
"Where are you taking me?" She said, fighting to stay awake.
"Don't worry Miss. Holmes, I shan't harm you." This was all Mia heard,
her head rolled back and she again faced the darkness. She awoke in
her bed, the sun shining warmly down on her.
"It was a dream." She whispered to herself as she pulled the blankets
away. Her arm caught on something and when she reached to pull it away
she realized that her arm was chained to the bed. "What is going on
here?"
"Ah Miss. Holmes, good to see that you are awake." A soft voice said
from the doorway. She turned and saw a man, about her age standing in
the doorway. He was holding a tray with toast and a steaming cup of
tea on it. He set the tray down on a nightstand and helped her back
onto the bed. "Please, lie down. You shouldn't be up." He said with a
smile.
"What do you want?" Mia demanded her vision blurring. She felt his
hand on her forehead, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Only to care for you Miss. Holmes. We have both suffered a great
loss, we must offer each other support. Have some tea, won't you?" He
handed her a cup of the hot liquid. Reluctantly she accepted it and
sipped it cautiously.
"Who are you?" She asked her vision still hazy.
"You're the daughter of the great Sherlock Holmes. Tell me what you
know about me." He said. She rubbed her eyes and studied him.
"You have been traveling for sometime; recently you traveled to an
Asian country. You were in the army once, but you are a deserter.
While on a mission, you were injured severely and haven't fully
recovered from your injuries yet." She said. The man let out a small
chuckle.
"Brilliant. You deduced my traveling from my disheveled clothing, dark
skin, and lighter hair from the heavy sunlight. It was Japan that I
visited; evidently you noticed the weapons on the table."
"Actually, you have wasabi on your chin." Mia said, looking away. The
man laughed and wiped his chin with a tissue. "You are still wearing
your army boots and are not on duty. The bandage on your arm is
bloody, thus inferring that it was a recent injury." "You are quite
marvelous, Miss Holmes." The man said. "Allow me to introduce myself,
I am-"
"Malachai Moriarty." Mia said effortlessly.
"Please, call me Kai." He replied. "I abhor my name. You however, have
a lovely name, Miss Miana Holmes."
"How lovely to know that I have a stalker." Mia remarked. Kai opened
his mouth say something, but Mia beat him to it.
"Now you're going to make a comment about how we're not too different.
Then you'll ask me to join you take over the world." She said dryly.
"Actually Mia," He said leaning over. "I was going to kiss you."
Before she could react, his soft lips were on hers. The mellow smell
of his cologne filled her nostrils with a hypnotizing aroma. He pulled
away and smiled at her. Mia put her fingers on her numb lips.
"Why did you do that?" She asked breathlessly.
"I want you." He whispered, brushing his lips against her neck. She
slowly backed away from him, knocking her tea over. He pinned her
against the wall and kissed her again, hard.
"Malachai!" A commanding voice yelled, causing him to break away from
her. Mia sighed. Kai rolled his eyes and faced the speaker.
"What is it father?" Mia's face reddened and her head jerked up. Her
eyes met the icy blue ones that haunted her dreams. The man had a
highly domed head and his eyes were set very deep into their sockets.
"A pleasure to meet you Miss. Holmes." Moriarty said with a small
smile that made her shudder. He brushed her cheek with the back of his
hand. Disgusted, she pulled away, only then did she realize that he
was sitting in an elaborately designed wheelchair. "Ah, so you noticed
my new accessory, I have your father to thank for that. God rest his
soul." He said with a smile on his face. Mia spat at him and the smile
faded. "Malachai, if your guest does not learn some manners, I am
afraid she will have to join her father." He glared at Malachai and
gave Mia an amused smile. "Well, if you'll both excuse me, I have some
work to do." The chair squeaked as he wheeled it out of the room.
"How did he survive!?" Mia said in a rage. Kai sat on the bed and put
his hand on hers. "My father is like a cockroach, he keeps coming
back. I myself am not entirely sure of how he does it." Mia pulled her
hand away and glared at the ceiling. "I am sorry Mia; I did not mean
to be so forceful with my feelings."
"He killed my father, he killed my mother, isn't he content yet? I'm
disconsolate and dolorous. Why can't your family leave me alone?" She
closed her eyes. Kai put his arms around her and she sobbed into his
chest. "I'm so empty inside..." She sobbed violently. Kai hugged her
tightly to him and she felt better.
"I'm sorry Mia...but there's nothing I can do." He whispered in her
ear. "I saved you because I fell in love with you. Father would have
killed you as well, he likes to destroy families. That's why I'm here;
he killed my mother and sent me away to the army."
"MY FATHER IS DEAD!" Mia screamed, pushing him away. "Your father
killed him and nearly killed me, isn't he satisfied yet? I swear on my
father's grave that I will kill him, Kai. He will die if it kills me
as well." Mia said, gritting her teeth.
"Intrepid words from someone who is chained to her bed." An amused
voice said from the doorway. "They mean nothing to me of course, Miss.
Holmes. Your father pledged the same thing and it killed him, the
veracity is that you will die before you see me buried."
"Strong words from an invalid bastard!" Mia spat. Moriarty smiled and
pointed a revolver at her head.
"Ah Miss. Holmes, the only people who would mourn for you are dead,
tell them I send my greetings." Mia squeezed her eyes shut as she
heard the gun fire. "Malachai! What the hell are you doing?!" Mia
opened her eyes and saw that Kai had pushed his father's wheelchair
over and had taken the revolver.
"You cannot kill her father, I forbid it." Kai said.
"Why? Because you love her?" Moriarty hissed.
"Because I despise you father." He undid the restraints on Mia's wrist
and shoved a fur-covered cloak into her hands. "Go somewhere safe,
I'll find you." Mia nodded, pulled the cloak around her and rushed
past the fallen Moriarty. The street was full of carriages that tore
past her. She hailed a Brougham and stepped inside.
"Where to Miss?" The cabby asked, looking her over.
"Two twenty-one Baker Street please." Watson embraced her when she
stepped shakily out of the carriage. "Pay him please Watson." Mia
muttered, grabbing hold of the railing that led to the front door.
Watson shoved numerous bills into the mans' hands and ran to help Mia.
"What happened? You've been missing for three days." He asked, helping
her sit down.
"Moriarty is still alive." She replied, glaring at her father's
violin that hung above the fireplace.
"That's impossible, I saw the body myself!" Watson exclaimed. "Just
like all the other times he died?" Mia asked dryly.
"What about all of the near misses that father has had? Everyone
thought that for the longest time, he had died at the bottom of
Reichenbach Falls in Switzerland. He miraculously survived that, what
are the chances that he escaped this alive as well?" "He was shot
thirteen times." Watson said quietly.
"Father always wore an armored vest, you know that."
"I saw blood in that water."
"I saw Professor Moriarty, he's been hampered to a wheelchair, and he
says that father did something to him." Watson didn't respond.
"H-he could be alive?" He finally asked. "That's what I've been
trying to tell you!" She exclaimed.
"The game's afoot, Watson, we must pursue this further." She rose out
of the chair and went to her father's room.
"What are you doing?" Watson asked following her.
"Putting on some clothes, I have none." She replied, pulling the oak
door shut behind her. Her father's bedroom was a mess, but she'd never
seen anything clean in his apartment since her mother died. She pulled
one of her father's white shirts and a pair of black pants off the
floor and pulled them on. Over the shirt she pulled a black silk vest.
Looking at herself in the dusty mirror that was in the chiffonier, she
saw her fathers' reflection. "Watson, does he have an extra coat?" She
asked, ignoring his reaction to her attire. He handed her a long brown
and dull green stripped coat. He sighed as she pulled it on.
"You're turning into him, you know?" He mused. "You look like your
mother but you choose to become your father." He handed her a
deerstalker hat. "This was all we found at the scene. I had it
washed." Mia held it in her hands, staring down at it in disbelief. On
the inside was a tag that read: S.H. Esq. 1876. "Your mother gave that
to him, right before you were born." Watson said pulling a large album
out from a mess of papers. It was dated from 1889 to the present 1894.
"These are your fathers' case files; I have recorded then since I met
your father."
"Why are you afraid to say his name, John?" Mia asked. He jumped at
the sound of his own first name.
"He is greatness embodied, Mia. The great Holmes, I never used his
first name and he never used mine." There was a knock at the front
door and Mia froze. Watson pushed the dusty curtain aside and peered
out of the window.
"It's only Mycroft; I rang him when you were getting dressed." He went
to answer the door. Seconds later he was followed by a tall man who
looked similar to his brother. Mycroft Holmes was a dark haired man
with a hawk-like nose and a thin face. His black hair was messy and
fell around his dark eyes.
"Mia!" He yelled, a smile slowly appearing on his face. He embraced
her tightly and Mia could feel his tears as his cheek brushed against
hers. "I'm so glad that you have been restored to us unharmed. That
was quite a fall you took."
"Uncle Mycroft, I am intact, only a few abrasions and some fractured
ribs. That isn't important, my father is still alive Uncle and I
require your succor to liberate him from wherever Moriarty is keeping
him."
"So he remains alive, it takes more than a few bullets to faze a
Holmes."
"I would think that fifteen bullets would faze anyone." Watson
remarked quietly. Mia shot him an angry look.
"You said thirteen shots before John, which is it?"
"I was only elaborating, Mia." He replied.
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