Notes: Hello, sorry for the bit of silence on here a lot of has been happing in my personal life. I lost my uncle last month, even though we hadn't seen him in years it was still a shock and he was still family at the end of the day. I've also been preparing for exams (the first one for maths is tomorrow hopefully it will go well) and when I finally finished this chapter my laptop broke but it's back now. Sorry for all of this rambling I hope you like the new chapter. Enjoy!

When sat in nothing but a sheet at Buckingham Palace, Sherlock thought what Sam would think of the situation, he knew she would love to see the frustrated look on Mycroft's face. Now, having Sam in his life, he loved that he had someone he could wind Mycroft up with, though they always did this behind Molly's back so neither of them got into trouble.

"Put your clothes on, Sherlock." Mycroft yelled at him in frustration. "Even Sam doesn't act like this and she's a child."

"Don't bring MY daughter into this," Sherlock said as he tightened his grip on his sheet as he slowly felt it slipping around his butt.

Mycroft removed his foot, allowing Sherlock to readjust it around his body. "Now, brother mine, if you follow me you can get dressed and try and acts like an adult."

Sherlock followed Mycroft as he was led to a small toilet. Once dressed the detective saw an ashtray. He picked it up and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

He wouldn't be lying to admit the case intrigued him. Mycroft handed him a picture of a woman. It wasn't someone he had seen before.

"Dominatrix," Sherlock spoke to himself.

"Don't be alarmed. It's to do with sex."

"Sex doesn't alarm me."

"How would you know?" Mycroft smiled smugly.

"I have a daughter. Doesn't that tell you something?" Sherlock said trying to have the upper hand.

"Well, I guess it tells us one thing," Mycroft said.

"Oh, and what would that be?" Sherlock asked, feeling his body leaning forward but just stopping himself before he attacked his brother.

"Boys, please don't," John scolded.

Both brothers stared at each other for a moment before Mycroft continued talking about the case while Sherlock continued looking at the pictures. He did wonder if it would somehow affect his time with Sam. Though the detective knew he needed to spend time with his child, he knew the case was important. He hoped he would find the perfect balance. In the end, he took the case.

Before leaving, Sherlock said one more thing to Mycroft. "I've been meaning to contact you. I need something for Baker Street, though it's not for the case."

"I'm not sure I'll be able to help, brother mine," Mycroft interrupted.

"It's for Sam."

Mycroft's face changed from smug to someone who looked like he mildly cared. "Oh, that's different, what do you need?"

"Sam has requested that a handrail be added to the wall on the stairs, if that is okay."

"I'll get someone over, brother mine."

Sherlock nodded and prepared to leave.

"Pleasure to meet you," John said to the royal employee as he left the room.

"Laters!" Sherlock said, glad that he could finally get back to Baker Street.

In the taxi, Sherlock could hear John thinking and was finally glad when he asked about his deduction on the smoking.

"Observe what?" questioned John

"The ashtray." Sherlock pulled it out of his pocket.

After chuckling to himself, John asked another question "What are you going to do with that?"

"I have an idea."

"So, laters?"

"What about it?" Sherlock asked.

"Well, it's not how you talk? Have you been googling how young people talk?"

Sherlock didn't say anything but looked out of the window.

"Oh my god." John laughed. "You did. You're trying to be a cool dad."

"Shut up." Sherlock smiled, still looking out of the window.

Jen was in her dorm room working on her laptop. She was trying to get her humanities homework done before it was due in the next day. But having worked on it for more than half an hour, procrastination got the better of her so she decided to take a quick break. Opening a new tab on the internet, she decided to see what new cases Sherlock Holmes had solved.

She wasn't a fan of the detective herself but was always intrigued when Sam read her stories from a blog about him online. Jen was convinced that her roommate fancied the pants off the detective, though Sam would flatly deny it every time. She always wondered what would happen if Sam somehow magically got to go on a case with the detective. She was almost positive that her friend would spontaneously combust from excitement.

Looking on the blog of his flatmate - the fact I know that tells me I have been hanging around with Sam for too long, Jen laughed to herself. The blog hadn't been updated since Sam had read out the last case, unfortunately, an unsolved one. Those ones were never fun. Going back to the Google homepage, Jen used a trick Sam had taught her. If there wasn't a new case on John's blog, look for one of the fan blogs. With Sherlock's popularity growing, more and more people were becoming interested in the detective which was leading the detective having people tracking him on cases, to update other fans.

Jen found a blog that looked genuine and saw that their last update had been added hour ago from a case from the week just gone. "Oh, a new case, how exciting! Sam will like this." Jen spoke out loud to herself. "I must tell her when she gets back to the room." Jen looked at the pictures before reading the blog post. If the pictures were interesting she felt she was more inclined to read it, unlike Sam who would just eat it all up. Maybe that crush would leak into stalking. "God help Sherlock Holmes if he ever met Sam Hooper."

Scrolling down the page, Jen saw that there wasn't much writing and as always the pictures were inevitably at the bottom. There was Sherlock Holmes pushing a young girl in a wheelchair, then him at a crime scene, him and the girl looking at a body in a small alleyway. Oh, that's nice, Jen thought to herself for a second. Then the penny dropped. "No!" she gasped out loud, her hand coming to her mouth. "But that's Sam. It has to be."

Pushing her blond hair out of her eyes, she zoomed in to get a better look. The wheelchair was exactly identical to Sam's; it had the blue foot plates and blue handles just like the chair that was sitting in the corner of the room. The girl also looked identical to her roommate. "It has to be," she muttered to herself over and over. Reading the blog post helped give Jen a bit more information.

Sherlock Holmes was spotted with a young girl in a wheelchair heading to a case on Sunday, 20th June. The girl was briefly spoken about but was allowed to see the case along with the detective. Who is this mystery girl? And will she appear on another case with Sherlock Holmes?

"The timeline fits," Jen thought out-loud. She knew that Sam's mother lived in London so she would have been in the right city. The shock was overwhelming, all Jen could do was pace the room while she waited for Sam to get back. Each time she passed her laptop, she looked at the picture of her friend and the detective. Sam had some explaining to do.

The library was the place where Sam felt he worked best she could click on one of the computers and zone out till she got her work done. Glad that she was on top of her homework she could finally head back to her dorm room. As she put her bag on her back she checked her phone. She had a text from Sherlock.

Went to the palace for a case today - got you a little something. – SH

Attached to the text was a picture of an ashtray.

Sam could hardly believe her eyes. It wasn't the most conventional present a father brought his twelve-year-old but Sherlock was hardly conventional himself.

Thanks, Sherlock, it looks lovely. Is this your way of telling me you'd like me to take up smoking? - S

Almost instantly a reply came back.

No I didn't say that - SH

Don't tell your mother about this – SH

Please, I'm no consulting detective but I know what to tell and what to keep from Mum. This isn't my first rodeo – S

Good -SH

Sam walked back to her room smiling at the absurd notion of an ashtray as a gift. Christmas was going to be interesting.

When she reached her dorm room she saw Jen pacing. She didn't look very well. "Are you okay?" Sam questioned as she put her bag on her bed."

"Laptop! Sherlock! New case! Look! Now!" Jen managed to get out in short gasps.

Giving her friend an odd look she obliged and looked at the screen. The moment she looked at the screen she felt herself go pale. "Shit," she muttered under her breath.

"So it is you?" Jen questioned, her voice getting slightly higher.

"Yes, that's me."

"You went on a case with Sherlock Holmes and you didn't tell me." Jen wracked her friend on the arm.

"I couldn't. No one else can know. It has to be a secret."

"But why does it have to be a secret? This is like the biggest thing ever! Oh my god, did seeing him in person make your secret little crush on him go bigger?"

"I don't have a crush on Sherlock." Sam felt nauseous at the thought.

Jen's eyes went wide. "Oh my god," Jen gasped again. "Father's Day! Father's Day! You said you spent the day with your dad but you were with – OH MY GOD. NO."

"Yes," Sam said, hoping to calm her friend down.

"But he's your …?"

"Yes!"

"Dad."

"Yes, Sherlock Holmes is my dad but no one else can know."

"But why? This is so cool!" Jen exclaimed.

Sam went and sat down on her bed. "It is and it isn't, but I have to remain a secret for my safety."

"Your safety?" Jen sat down on her own bed so she was opposite Sam.

"Do you remember that blog post?" Sam started. "John put up where he was at the pool and that bomb jacket on."

"Yeah," Jen replied.

"Well, that actually happened to me," Sam said, not looking at her friend.

"What?" Jen questioned, shocked.

Sam went on to explain everything that had happened to her since Moriarty had kidnapped her in the middle of the night up to her first meeting with Sherlock, to spending time at her grandparents with him and how the first Father's Day was, right up to the current text messages.

"Sam this is mad. How long have you known Sherlock is your dad?"

"I've always known that Sherlock is my dad. Mum never kept that a secret. I was the secret. He never knew about me before stepping into the swimming pool."

"I just can't believe it. You're Sherlock mad and he's your dad."

"Yeah, it is, just a little," Sam agreed. "Believe me now that I don't fancy him?"

Jen's eyes went wide once more, realising how her teasing had been from Sam's point of view, when all this time she'd been under the impression Sam fancied her dad. "Yep, you definitely don't fancy Sherlock. Oh please don't say you do, because that's gross."

"No crush on my dad, I promise." Sam laughed at how stupid she sounded.

"Why didn't you tell me? I thought we were best friends."

"Believe me, I wanted to tell you. There have been times when I wanted to but it's been a secret for so long it's easier keeping it from people than telling them. It was nothing personal against you. You're still my friend, right."

"Best friend." Jen corrected.

"You've got to promise me you won't tell anyone. No one else can. It's really important. The only people here who know are the teachers and that's just in case something happens. You promise?"

"Of course I promise. This is so cool, this secret. You're like Hannah Montana."

Sam laughed, remembering she had said something similar to Sherlock. "I guess that makes you Lily or should I say, Lola."

Both girls laughed before something else dawned on Jen. "Wait, if nobody else is meant to know about this, what are you going to do about that blog post? It might go viral."

Sam pulled her phone out of her pocket. "I know someone I can call." She pulled up the name and put the phone to her ear. "Hello Uncle Mycroft. We have a code blue four. Yes, I know it's not good. On a small blog, not many people have seen it by the looks. I would act quickly if I were you. Thank you. Oh one last thing, my roommate knows. Yes, I know this is bad but she has promised me that she won't tell anyone and I trust her. You know what it means for me to trust someone. I trust her. I don't think it's worth telling Mum and getting her worried. Yes, right, keep me informed of everything, okay? Thanks, Uncle mine."

"Wow that phone call was something else," Jen said, amazed.

"Yeah, that's was Mycroft. He's my uncle. He's basically the British Government. He can get anything done. He keeps me safe with security and bodyguards and stuff."

"Oh god, the men who follow you around when we are off campus. Bodyguards, Sam, I thought you had them because of your legs. Are there people watching us now?"

"I'm not sure," Sam admitted, "but I wouldn't put it past him."

"That's kind of creepy."

"I know - welcome to my world."

A bell rang outside, signalling everybody to dinner

"Come on, let's get to dinner."

Sam and Jen left their room to head to the dinner hall. Forgetting her phone, Sam didn't see the text that would be waiting for her when she would get back

I've got a massive case ahead. If I don't text it's nothing against you. I just don't want to forget to tell you you're important. Remember that - SH

Notes: So that's the chapter what do you think? Can Jen be trusted now she knows the secret? and what do you think will happen now Sherlock is on the Irene case?

Feedback is always appreciated.

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