Here we are, chapter 26! Yay!

Hello to my new reviewer Quorra221B, and hi to my other ones, Smiling Dreams, ReaderMagnifique and Grac3 *hugs you fiercely like Lestrade

This chapter is partly inspired by the review of the guest Samantha who wanted to learn about Moriarty and Kiara's relationship - I hope you like this!

Enjoy!

Four days later Sherlock and I am ready to leave to Russia. Mycroft isn't coming, and I am a bit worried about him, but he says he can't come because he does actually needs to work. Sherlock's only comment was that he did have to run the government and the secret service – he wouldn't like to leave to many boring cases for Sherlock.

I have no idea why they think that Joseph Daunt is in Russia, but I trust them both. Well, actually, we also want to collect information on the rest of the web, but still, Daunt is our main goal.

The car stops in front of the airport and I smile at Thomas, who drove us here. I said good-bye to Mycroft before, he is not here with us, and I made him promise to call if he needed to. I am 99% sure that he won't, but I feel better this way.

Sherlock checks us both in, he is going as John Harrison again and I am using the ID I got from Father over a year ago. Somehow he manages to do so in less than ten minutes, so we have one hour to wait for the plane.

The new phone is better than my iPhone, it is about two years newer than mine, but I have my own with me. It'll be in a safe all the time, but I don't want to leave without it.

Sherlock is in his mind-palace, which does look quite weird considering he is wearing the same outfit as he did when I met him in Paris; the t-shirt, jeans and leather-bands don't really fit to the intellectual pose. He does have some suits and his coat, finally, he had said, I can wear it again, in his suitcase, but I am pretty sure that even Watson would have trouble to recognize him now – he cut his hair as well, dyed it to a light brown and somehow made it lie flat, instead of his unruly curles.

Getting on the plane doesn't take long and I steal Sherlock's seat next to the window. He just rolls his eyes when I grin at him, and flops down next to me.

After the seatbelt-lights turn off, I take out my phone, my iPhone, and just look through it. I am already terribly bored, and I have a lot of time, 2 hours, until we land in Munich, to get to the plane that goes to St. Peters-burg. My finger hovers over the folder with pictures, I don't have many, but some of Andy, David, Irene, and most importantly, Father. He never liked it when I took pictures of him. He always said that I shouldn't tell him, so it would look natural. It worked only sometimes, most of the time he knew when I was coming with my phone, but there is one picture of him, which shows him how he was.

It shows his face from nearly the side, nearly the front, he was turning towards me when I took the picture. There is a smile on his lips, and his eyes are twinkling, this is my smile. Only I get this smile, only I have ever seen this smile. He is looking up at me, not at the camera but my face, and his mouth is open slightly, he had been saying my name.

I smile back sadly, I took that picture three years ago, before I had ever met Sherlock, before I had even heard about him. The times have changed drastically, I would never have imagined what I am doing now.

"They spit fire, see, you need to be careful, or you'll get hurt."

"But Father, you wouldn't let anything bad happen, would you?"

"Of course not."

The child sitting in front of my seat is smiling, I can see it mirrored in the window, and the father is ruffling his hair, neither of them know what their words do to me.

The picture and the words trigger something in me, a memory, and I can't fight it.

It's the 27th of March, 2005, it's my tenth birthday. The birthday cake in front of me is not made by Father. Andy or David made it, but it's Father who is sitting next to me, smiling at me.

He touches my cheek once, the soft touch and it's meaning make me smile widely at candles are already out, I made my wish a minute ago, wishing for him to be there more. On working-days I only see him in the morning and the evening, and on the weekend he is in his study most of the time, so I can't really do anything with him. When he is here though, he plays with me and talks with me and teaches me. Those times are the highlights of my week, and the more I get, the better.

Father gives me the big knife, I wanted to cut the cake on my own for the first time.

"The blade is really sharp, Spitfire, see, you need to be careful, or you'll get hurt."

I nod, listening to him, saving the advice to my memories, then look at him again.

"But Father, you wouldn't let anything bad happen, would you?"

He smiles at me, he smiles my smile.

"Of course not. I'll always be there and watch out for you."

I touch his cheek as well, and then start cutting the cake.

"Kiara! Kiara!" Sherlock's voice sounds worried, and that is what pulls me out of the debth of my mind. What is he worried about?

"Kiara, are you alright? What's going on?" I blink once, twice, and when I look at his face I realise that he must have been calling my name for some time.

"I-" My voice is hoarse so I swallow once, then continue. "I'm okay, just a memory." He narrows his eyes for a second, but accepts it and nods.

This is when I realise that he has my phone in his hands, probably after I dropped it when the memory started. I snatch it out of his hand and turn it off, suddenly angry at Father.

"I'll always be there and watch out for you."

As if. Where is he know? When I am on a plane to chase an enormously dangerous criminal with a slightly unstable sociopath, who also happens to be the nemesis of Father.

I know the phrase is just something you say to children, I knew that he was going to die one day, but for me it used to be something very far away, something almost impossible. Father, Jim Moriarty, dying?

He wouldn't, couldn't, because he had me, right?

"I'll always be there and watch out for you." Another promise he didn't keep.

What do you think? Btw, Sherlock is supposed to look like this

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and Moriarty like this

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The links are also on my profile, because it's so annoying to get the links from this page...

And the little kid and the father are talking about dragons or vulcanos or something like that :D