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"I said no." Sherlock repeated in a firm tone, dramatically fwooping his robe around himself and plopping down on the couch. Armelia looked over from the table, where she sat with John and Molly, and raised a single delicate eyebrow at her father's childish display.
"But Sherlock! Everyone is dying to see her. You know, the longer you put it off the more outrageous the rumors will get. And they're pretty far out already." Lestrade pleaded, a grin splitting his face. A vein in the consulting detective's jaw jumped in frustration as her glared at his friend.
"What are they saying so far? John asked, clearly just as amused as the detective, and making no effort to hide it.
Lestrade choked on his laughter as he told John the many rumors floating around Scotland Yard about Sherlock playing daddy to his genius child. The more absurd ones included things such as Sherlock singing lullabies and carrying Armelia on his back, to him wiping her cheeks with a spit covered cloth corner when she smeared them with food. The poor girl turned even paler than usual, dropping to just a shade above corpse, in disgust at such a mental image, and her father's glare was becoming sharper and colder with each comment.
Molly tried not to laugh. She failed miserably. The petite woman was positively shaking with laughter, doubled over the table and gasping. Soon, John and Lestrade were in a similar state. Only Armelia and Sherlock seemed to be horrified at the rumors spreading about them.
"Y-you know," John gasped between laughing fits, "You really ought to just get it over with. Take Armelia down to Scotland Yard for two minutes, sate their curiosity, and they'll shut up."
"No." Sherlock grumbled stubbornly, winding himself tighter in his robe. Armelia's eyes cut over to him like icy daggers, giving a surprisingly frightening look for such a little girl.
"This is demeaning!" she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest in a pout that only a child could pull off. Molly and Lestrade snickered.
"I'l take her then." John suggested. He was pleased when, as he predicted, Sherlock sat up and mumbled irritatedly. Though "Fine, let's go." could clearly enough be made out as he dragged himself to his room to put on some proper clothes. Armelia stared after him, raised both eye brows, and sighed.
By the time Sherlock returned, dress and (unhappily) ready to go, Molly had finished brushing Armelia's long raven hair out from her braid. She kept a brush for her at the flat, at John's suggestion, since she'd become a regular visitor and would likely end up spending a lot of time there anyways. It now hung smooth and shiny down to her hips and around her shoulders, making her look smaller than she really was, which was already quite small.
The cab ride there was much like the time at the flat: Sherlock and his daughter sitting stiff and frigid while the others laughed around them. Lestrade had taken his own car, determined to get there before them and inform the Yard of what was coming. When they arrived, there was, unsurprisingly, a crowd waiting outside for them.
"I don't want to get out of the cab..." Armelia murmured, eying the horde of police officers warily. Sherlock gave her a look that clearly meant 'too bad', and stepped out before her. As she followed, she tried to hide herself behind is tall frame, but she heard sniggers and gasps nonetheless. Steeling herself, she stepped forward and gave the crowd the most neutral, even expression she could muster. Which was fantastically ruined by her fidgeting fingers.
Two figures stepped forward, a mocha colored woman and a pasty pale man with black hair. Sherlock rocked back on his heels and sighed.
"Something to say, Donevan? Anderson?" he drawled, the picture of boredom. But the two officers just eyed Armelia. Donevan's lips twitched in amusement. Once, twice, and then she burst out laughing. Anderson quickly followed suit. The rest of the crowed chuckled nervously.
Irritated, Armelia stepped forward and scewered them with a sharp green glare. "Well," she bit out with venom, "do you have something to say, or are you both too incompetent to form a working sentence between you?"
Everyone quieted immediately, and the two mentioned persons struggled to fix their gaping jaws. Anderson's lip twisted in disgust. "So the psychopath has a psychopath kid? How lovely." he spat. Armelia looked at him as if staring down a gnat. "No, I just don't feel the need to endure rude idiots. Not everyone more clever than you is a psychopath. If they were, the world would be overrun with lunatics."
Anderson's eyes bugged in shock, and Sherlock smirked, barely containing a snort of laughter. Armelia turned her gaze to Donevan and tilted her head. "And you?" she asked.
The officer raised her eye brows and smiled with a huff. "You know, I'm not even surprised, freak." she said towards Sherlock. "She's definitely you're kid, that's for sure."
The little girl instantly perked up, knowing that what Donevan had said was meant as an insult, but taking it as a compliment anyways. She shot the officer a disarmingly cute smile, which left the woman confused and slack jawed once more. "Right. Well, father? Will you show me around now?" She asked sweetly, her wide green eyes peering up in a seemingly innocent manner at the consulting detective.
Sherlock sighed dramatically, his brow furrowing as he looked towards the waiting crowd. "The sooner we get it over with the sooner we can leave." he mumbled. He lead her into the Yard, staying ahead while she walked behind him with John, Molly, and Lestrade. Trailing a few feet behind, watching and listening and taking non-stop pictures, was their own personal horde of poparazi.
Ah ha ha ha! I have no idea what i'm doing now! :'D oh gods. Anyways, one of the fanfictions I follow FINALLY updated, so I thought I'd be fair and update my own story as well. I'm thinking of starting a new one, too. Not Sherlock, but something...not sure what yet. Anywho, please review! 3