Notes: Thank you so much for the kind reviews on the last chapter it is very much appreciated and generally means the world to me that people have taken some time to leave a comment.

So here is the new chapter I hope you like it :-)

Sherlock was fast asleep in his room at Baker Street. He was enjoying a relaxing sleep, something he didn't let himself do that often. When he had returned to his flat the previous night, he found he had the place to himself. John must be staying over at Sarah's tonight he thought to himself. This pleased the detective; it meant he could play the violin as much as he liked. As soon as the bow hit the strings a beautifully emotional tune came out. The more he played the more he thought about his daughter.

His relaxed mood was short lived. Sherlock was rudely awoken by his phone ringing. He turned over and grabbed it off the bedside table. In doing so he saw that the time on the clock was 9:30 am. Who was calling him at this time? he thought to himself. Turning over the screen he saw Mycroft's name. The detective hit the red button and tried to go back to sleep. It wasn't long before the phone started to ring again. Sherlock rolled his eyes. He knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep until this phone call was over. Begrudgingly he answered it.

"Yes, Mycroft, what do you want? Will you be long? I was in my mind palace doing important work."

"No, you weren't, Sherlock, you've just woken up," came Mycroft's dry reply from over the line. "You must come to the office immediately. It's very important."

"Nope sorry, extremely busy. Up to my eyes in cases, must go, brother."

Before Sherlock could hang up, Mycroft had one more line to say. "Mummy and Father are here in my office and they want to see you. They're not happy with you."

"Well, I definitely don't want to see them. Not after everything they have kept from me. Can't you tell them I am busy and will call them next week…if I have the time.

"Sherlock you need to get here now," Mycroft said in exasperation.

Sherlock wasn't given a chance to reply to Mycroft as he heard the phone taken from the other side. "Sherlock," came his mother's voice from the other side of the phone, "God help me if you don't get to this office within the hour, I will drag you here by your ear. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mummy." He nodded even though she couldn't see him.

"Good. Your brother has sent a car for you. It should be waiting outside your flat. See you when you get here," his mother said before she hung up the phone.

As soon as the line went dead on the other side, Sherlock forced himself out of bed with a huff. He couldn't work out why his parents wanted to see him. It's not like it was Christmas, it was May for crying out loud. He forced himself to get dressed, grabbing a blue shirt from his wardrobe, luckily it was one his mother gifted him for his last birthday. Maybe it would earn him a way back into her good books. Sherlock left his room to see John sat at the kitchen table with a plate of toast.

"Good morning, Sherlock," John said, looking up from his newspaper. "Everything go okay last night?

"Is it?" Sherlock questioned. "Things went okay."

"That's good - small steps yeah?" John said.

"Hm," Sherlock murmured as he picked up a piece of John's toast off his plate.

"Hey! Get your own."

Sherlock ignored him and put the piece of toast in his mouth as he started to walk to the door of the flat.

"Where are you going?" John called after him.

"Out," Sherlock said, not looking over his shoulder.

"You got a case?"

"Nope," Sherlock said popping the p as he walked out the flat.

In the car to Mycroft's office, he thought about what he could have done to make his parents come all this way. If they were to come to London, there had to be a reason and the only one he could think of was his daughter.

When he walked into the office, he saw his brother sat behind his desk with his parents sat opposite. They all watched him as he walked in. None of them looked happy.

"Mummy, Father, how lovely to see you," Sherlock greeted, putting a smile on his face.

"Stop pretending to be pleasant, Sherlock, sit down," his mother said sternly as she gestured to a chair.

Sherlock did as he was told and sat down in the chair that was just behind his parents. He felt like he was at an odd parents evening as his parents and brother looked at him.

"So," Sherlock said, "has anything happened to the two of you since I last saw you? Not much father I think, you've done some gardening and mother, you might have baked a little bit, nothing much life-changing. Well, let's just see what's happened to me, well I've finally found a roommate, I solved a couple of cases … oh and I met my daughter. Did you know about her? Oh, wait, I know you do. I saw a picture of the three of you together."

"Sherlock-" his father warned.

Sherlock ignored his dad and continued speaking. "Would have been nice if you could have told me about her. Or did you want to keep her all to yourself?"

"Sherlock that's enough!" Mrs Holmes said finally. "Sam is the reason we have come to talk to you."

"Really." The detective said sarcastically.

"Yes, your father got a phone call last night with our granddaughter crying down the phone, thinking you do not want her. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Sherlock's eyes went wide, "What? I didn't say anything like that at all. I believe I said I was glad she was here, and I get to give parenting ago," he said defensively.

"That's not what she told me," Mr Holmes added to the conversation.

"Oh, and what did she tell you?" Sherlock asked.

Mr Holmes looked at his wife then at his son. "I believe it was something along the lines of 'the condom should have worked, I rather it had - would have been nicer."

"But I did say I was glad she was here," Sherlock argued his point once again.

"Oh, and you think that's what my twelve-year-old granddaughter heard, Sherlock?" Mrs Holmes said, re-joining the conversation once again. "No, what she heard was, you were a mistake and unwanted, and I now have to deal with you because I feel bad, and I have to, not because I want to but it's what everyone else wants me to do."

"How do you know that?" Sherlock said, raising his voice.

Mr Holmes spoke, "Because that's what she told me on the phone last night."

"Your father and I spent an hour on the phone last night trying to calm her down. I had to call Molly up to let her know how upset Sam was, and from the phone call I had with Molly this morning, Sam is still really upset."

"Well I didn't mean to upset her did I?" Sherlock said angrily, he couldn't work out who he was angry with - his parents or himself.

"But you did, Sherlock," Mycroft spoke to remind everyone that he was still in the room.

Mrs Holmes let out a frustrated sigh "This was why we all thought it was best you didn't know about her, because we knew someone would get hurt and that person would be Sam."

"So, have you come here to tell me I am not allowed to see her again?" Sherlock quipped.

"Quite the opposite," his father said calmly. "Sam has always wanted a stable father figure in her life, but for the obvious reasons, you weren't and well the others - that's not my place to say," Mr Holmes said, looking at his wife before he continued speaking. "Now I want to make sure it works not just for my granddaughter, but for my son too."

"I get on with Sam very well," Mycroft butted in.

"Not you," his parents both said at the same time, looking at their oldest child.

"Just trying to defuse the tension," Mycroft said, raising his eyebrows and giving Sherlock an 'I'm better than you' look.

If his parents weren't there, Sherlock knew he would have swung for him. Instead, he turned his attention back to his parents. "So how do you plan to fix this?"

Mrs Holmes spoke this time. "Molly and I have decided that Sam and herself will spend the rest of half term with your father and me at our house, and you will be coming too."

"What?!" Sherlock said, resembling a teenager who had just been punished. "But I have cases, Molly has her job which helps with my work."

"No, she does not have work, brother mine," Mycroft informed him. "I may have pulled a few strings and gotten her time off."

Sherlock slumped in his seat frustratedly. "There goes my pathologist for the week, the only competent person on the whole staff," huffed the detective under his breath even though everyone in the room heard what he said.

"You're coming to the house, Sherlock, I'm having no arguments," Mrs Holmes said. "I finally want a family get together with everyone there, finally no more secrets."

Mycroft coughed slightly and didn't meet the woman's eyes. "Yes, Mummy that all sounds like an excellent idea. I will arrange transport for you all." He started to pick up a pen to write the information down.

"You're coming too," his mother said sternly to him.

"But Mummy, I have important work to do here. I can't possibly come to the country and play happy families." Mycroft shivered at the last part.

"Don't think you can get yourself out of it," his mother repeated in the same tone as before.

Sherlock always liked seeing his brother in uncomfortable situations and found himself enjoying where this one was going, he felt a smile come on his face. "So you don't want to see your niece who you apparently get on this well with?"

"I do get on with her, I'm in her top two favourite uncles," he said proudly.

"Sam only has two uncles," Mr Holmes helpfully pointed out.

This made Mycroft frown slightly. "Yes, but that's beside the point."

Mr Holmes knew the only way to get him to come was to use his weakness "You are coming right, Mikey? You really wouldn't want to upset Sam, now would you?"

"No father I wouldn't. Okay, I will come but I must bring some work with me. I can't just leave this office and let this country fall apart."

"Perfect," Mrs Holmes said getting up out of her seat and clapping her hands together. "Your father and I will head home and make sure all of the rooms are set up. Maybe you two could travel down together in the same car – Just try not to kill each other."

After his parents had left the room, Sherlock turned to look at Mycroft. "Send me a different car. I'm not travelling with you. If I've already got to spend a week with you it's all too much."

"I couldn't agree more. I'll have a car take you back to Baker Street to allow you to pack something, then it will take you to our parents' house."

Sherlock nodded his head once as his way of saying thank you before he walked out of the office, leaving his brother on his own.

Mycroft dropped his pen on the table and sighed to himself. "Oh, lord help me," he said as he thought about the week ahead.

When Sherlock got back to Baker Street, he slammed the door and stormed up the stairs to his flat. As he entered the living room, Sherlock saw both his flatmate and landlady were both there. He internally sighed to himself. This was not what he needed right now. Mrs Hudson was dusting the fireplace while John was now sat in the armchair opposite his own, on his laptop now working on something for his blog, he hoped it wasn't about Sam, he couldn't deal with the rest of the world knowing about her. Just having Moriarty know was bad enough.

Mrs Hudson turned to him as he walked in. "Oh hello, Sherlock dear, Are you okay?"

"Not particularly," he said.

Things not going as you'd like?" John asked.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I told you it wasn't a case. I had to go meet with my parents."

"And that's a bad thing?" John asked again.

"Yes," Sherlock said, throwing himself into his chair. "They are demanding that I go to their house for the next week to get to know Sam better."

"That's so bad of them, those horrible parents of yours." Mrs Hudson said sarcastically as she continued to dust the mantelpiece.

Sherlock ignored Mrs Hudson's comment. "According to them I upset Sam last night."

"What did you do?" John asked.

"Apparently I said something about not wanting her. But she must have taken it the wrong way," Sherlock huffed, sounding like a teenager..

"What did you say to her, Sherlock? Exact words."

Sherlock thought back to the conversation with Sam and resaid the words out loud, "The condom should have worked, quite frankly I rather it would have been nicer, but as I've now found out, its only something like 97% effective but hey, you're here, so I mean I guess that's good. I get to try this parenting thing."

John's jaw dropped to the floor and Mrs Hudson turned to Sherlock and hit him around the head with her feather duster. "Sherlock, you can't talk to a child like that, especially your own child!"

"That was really not good, Sherlock," Spoke John.

"But I told her that I wanted to try parenting," Sherlock said defensively.

John's voice started to raise. "Well it doesn't sound like it to me, and I'm sure that Molly and Sam didn't hear it that way. No wonder she is upset."

"What did Molly say to you when you said that?" Mrs Hudson questioned.

"Molly wasn't in the room. It was just Sam and I."

Mrs Hudson sighed, "Aw the poor love."

"Poor love? She was the one who went and phoned my parents telling them I did something awful."

"Sherlock!" John yelled, "Your daughter is really upset, and you are pissed off because your parents are making you spend some time to get to know her."

"I said I was going to do that," Sherlock moaned, folding his arms. "I was just going to do it in my own time."

"What, and forget about her when a case comes along and pick up where you left off when the job is done?"

"I never said that, but I mean that could work."

John clenched his fists and yelled again "Sherlock, it can't work like that; she's a child."

"Well, she doesn't act like one, she is very grown up with the way she speaks. I would say she is more mature than you," Sherlock yelled back.

"It's most likely an act, Sherlock." Mrs Hudson said calmly. "Like you do when you don't want people to know how you feel, you pretend to do the opposite."

"I don't do that," Sherlock said, rolling his eyes

Mrs Hudson smiled a smile which meant that she knew better. "Children are sensitive, Sherlock."

Sherlock moaned "Too bloody sensitive if you ask me."

"She has every right to be," shouted John. "Your life might have changed but have you thought of it from Sam's point of view? She got kidnapped in the middle of the night, had explosives strapped to her, had to deal with a psychopath and then meeting you, having to tell you who she was while thinking she was going to die, and now having to let you into her life and you're not exactly quiet - your life is dangerous."

"Doesn't exactly sound like fun and laughter," Mrs Hudson added absentmindedly. "I'm surprised the child hasn't had a mental break down."

Sherlock thought about it for a moment. "Neither of you have children, so you don't know what it's like to be a parent. Sam's fine."

John felt exasperated. "No I don't have children and I don't know if I will, but I know when they are not okay. If she was fine, do you think your parents would be making you go spend time with her under their supervision?"

"I don't need their involvement, it's because of them and Mycroft that I have only found out about her now."

"Molly told us that she herself knew you couldn't be a responsible parent then because of the drugs, Sherlock. It sounds like they just want to help you," Mrs Hudson said.

"Yes," John agreed. "I think this time might help you get to know her better. But you must not say anything like you said before."

Sherlock nodded his head. "You possibly could be right. I'd better go pack, otherwise my mother would be after my head." He got up out of his chair and headed to his room but stopped first to say one more thing. "If you have written about Sam for your blog, please delete it or Mycroft will most likely be over for a little chat."

"Bugger," John said, "There goes a whole morning's work."

Sam got out of the car at her grandparents' house. She looked up at the place she always loved visiting. Staying there felt warm and cosy. Christmas always felt magical, she could remember going to bed wishing that it would snow and being slightly disappointed when it didn't, though when it did snow the fun would begin. Her mum, depending if she was staying with her on that visit, would take her outside to the massive back garden to build a snowman or a hill to sledge down. Then she would go back into the house with freezing cold hands to find her grandmother was waiting for her with a hot chocolate in hand. Summers were just as fun there. Sam would play with the children who went to the local school and different games would be played. Sam always knew one thing about this place that was always the same. It was safe. Now she feared all of that was going to change.

Another reason she liked staying there was because it was a place that she knew her father had been. Before meeting him, Sam knew she had very few connections apart from the stories she could get out of the adults who knew him, the photos from his childhood and his old bedroom that she always liked to stay in. If someone had told her the last time, she was here that the next time she would be back getting to know her dad she would have laughed. This was something she always wanted and wished for, but now everything felt off and she wasn't sure how she felt.

Sam put her arms around her middle, giving herself a hug as she looked up nervously at the house. Molly got out of the car and stood next to her. "Come on. Your grandparents are dying to see you, they want to know how school is going."

Sam nodded, accepting this information. "Just a normal visit with my grandparents."

"Exactly," Molly said, putting her arm around Sam.

"That Sherlock is going to be at." Sam added.

Molly didn't have a chance to reply before the front door was open and her grandmother was waiting with open arms for a hug.

"Oh, Sam come here and give me a hug. I missed you so much."

Sam's mood lifted just a little bit as she walked forward to her grandmother.

"Hi Grandma, I've missed you too," Sam said as she gave her a hug.

After the hug was finished, she took both her hands and put them on the side of her face. "Oh look at you, I swear you get more beautiful each time I see you."

"Thanks, Grandma," Sam said, blushing.

Mrs Holmes then turned her attention to Molly who had walked over to join her daughter. "Hello to you as well dear," she said as she gave her a hug. "You look well too."

Molly returned the hug. Even after all these years it surprised Molly that this warm and loving woman was the mother of Sherlock and Mycroft, two people Molly was sure had never given anyone the amount of hugs and compliments in their life as, she had given in those two minutes of their arrival.

"Hello Violet, thank you so much for inviting us."

"Oh, don't mention it, Edward and I love having you here." Mrs Holmes turned her attention back to Sam. "Your grandfather is waiting in the kitchen for you."

Sam knew this was grownup code for' your mum and I would like to have a little chat with you out of the way'. "Okay, I'll go see him now," Sam said, walking inside the house.

As she walked down the hall to the kitchen Sam felt oddly nervous, but she couldn't work out why until she walked into the room where her grandad was waiting. The moment she stepped into the room it was clear why her nerves were there.

Notes: So there is the chapter I wonder why Sam felt nervous does anyone have any guesses? As always if you are able to please leave a comment.

I was going to make this chapter longer because i had more content for it but decided to leave it for the next chapter so I would be able to go into much more detail

As always thanks to goodshipsherlollipop for beta reading this for me. Thank you :-)