My name is Lucy May Adler!
John looked at the child in shock and pulled Sherlock into the kitchen.
"What in the bloody earth have you done?!" he hissed. "Sherlock, that is a child. Where did it come from and why is it here, of all places?"
Sherlock squirmed under the doctor's stare.
"Irene dropped her off. Said she had adopted her but she wasn't what she expected, told me she was "like me". She gave me her birth certificate and told me she would pick her up in a month…"
John sighed. "And how old is she? What's her name?"
"8. Name is Lucy May Adler, but I don't particularly like that. I'm going to call her Gwen for the time being."
"You can't just change her name!"
John walked out to the girl and sat down next to her.
"Hello, my name is John. I hear you are Lucy?"
"Gwen" came from the chair the detective had placed himself in. John shot him a look.
"Yes! My name is Lucy May Adler and my mom dropped me off at your house but I don't know why do you know my mom? When is she coming back is she ever coming back are you people nice-"
John put his hand on her head. "It's alright honey, and yes, we know your mom. We are good friends with her, and you are going to stay with us for awhile. Is that alright?"
Lucy narrowed her eyes at him and paused for a minute. "You're a doctor!" she exclaimed, seeming very pleased with herself.
Sherlock grinned.