Chapter Five: Harriet Holmes-Watson

AN: Jumping ahead now, just because I can. It might seemed a little rushed but I didn't want the story dragging out so much. I know they can get really boring when they do. Anyway, please me nice ;) xxxxx

Three Years Later

"Harriet, sit down! Sherlock, a little help, please."

"Your child, John."

"Our child, Sherlock."

"Yes, well."

"Just help me, please."

"Harriet Hamish Holmes-Watson, sit down, otherwise I'll take your telescope away."

"No!" The little girl shouted, stopping abruptly.

"Then sit, we're going seeing Aunty Alcoholic Harriet."

"Sherlock!"

"Sorry. Don't tell her I said that." Sherlock whispered to their daughter.

"Okay, daddy." Harriet replied sweetly, running to get her coat.

"Harriet is trying to cut down on the alcohol, Sherlock."

"Oh, of course she is." Sherlock replied sarcastically.

"Sherlock." John replied, grabbing Sherlock's arm.

"Okay, your sister is trying. Well, at least I hope she is, for your sake. You want to see the best in her, that's what I love about you, John. It's what I've always loved, your ability to see the good in people."

"Sherlock ... I ..." John, for once was speechless. He kissed Sherlock forcefully and passionately.

Sherlock blushed bright red and coughed awkwardly.

"Yes, well ..."

"Come on, let's go ... I love you, you know that right?"

"Of course. I've always known."

This time John blushed and smiled sweetly before going to find their daughter.

Sherlock looked out the window, looking for the Doctor, as he had done since his return.

"Thank you, Doctor, wherever you are."

x..x

Over the years, Harriet Hamish Holmes-Watson grew progressively in all forms. She became very tall within two years, was reading at an adult level by nine and was creating experiments with her dad by eleven.

And this is where I come in. I'm Harriet, fifteen years old and just as clever as dad, if not more so. But I'm also compassionate like father and like to help people. All in all, my dads raised me well.

Anyway, at eight, I first met the Doctor; the mad man in his time machine. It was completely by accident. I was at the park and a strange creature ran past me, followed by a strange man.

He stopped, mid-chase and greeted me.

"Hello. What's your name?".

"Harriet Holmes-Watson." I replied.

He smiled widely at me then, obviously remembering the situation, replied; "See you soon." Before he ran off after the creature.

The next time I met him, I was thirteen. This time, he looked sad as though he'd been hurt by someone.

He didn't speak this time, just gave me a smile and walked back into his time machine.

But now I'm fifteen and the Doctor is Herr. At our flat, talking to dad about science. I'm sat on the couch with father, keeping him company and watching some daft tv show. He keeps laughing and it makes his eyes sparkle, it's a lovely sight, really.

"So, Doctor, why did you drop me off at Baker Street all those years ago?"

"I told you to make a decision and the TARDIS knew you had."

"How ..."

"Telepathic connection. She felt your pain of loss and love. I had to be sure you were going back for the right reasons. The TARDIS sensed your love for John and showed me what you'd done for him."

"Oh. Yes ... Um."

"You shouldn't be embarrassed, Sherlock. As much as I hate to admit, even people like us can love someone."

"Who did you love, Doctor?"

"I've loved many." The Doctor replies sadly.

"Doctor."

"No, really, I have."

"What about true love?" Sherlock asks awkwardly.

"Is that what you feel now?" The Doctor asks with a smile.

"Well, I never believed it until now. John takes everything I throw at him and has always stood by me."

"Is that a yes."

"Well ..."

"Sherlock."

"Yes, I love him." Sherlock growls in a low tone.

"And what about Harriet?"

"She's amazing. Brilliant, in fact."

"I can see that. So, who's her mother?" The Doctor asks gently.

"A friend of ours; Irene." Sherlock replies, almost bitterly.

"Does she know?"

"She figured it out ... At six."

"Oh."

"Yes."

There's an awkward silence for a moment.

"Are you going to take dad?" It's a stupid question because I know he won't but I don't want dad having an option.

"Of course he isn't. I'm staying right here, Harry."

"Why?"

"Because I love you. And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

"That's a lie. This is time and space we're talking about."

"Okay. Yes, I'd like to go back in time. And dare I say it, to see you being born again and that was the second best day of my life."

"What was the first?" I ask with a smile, I already know.

"Meeting your father." He smiles back at me.

"Okay." It's a good enough answer for me.

"Look at you, you've found your heart." The Doctor replies, a sparkle in his eyes.

"I guess I have."

"Oh, I most forgot. Harriet, I got you a present. It's a gem stone from the plant Zagro."

"Cool. What's it do? Or does it react with chemicals?"

"It's like a mood stone. Sneaky way of finding out it you should talk to someone or not as they don't need to touch it so you can tell what they're feeling from about two feet away." The Doctor replies with a smile.

"That's amazing. I love it, Doctor. Best present yet."

"Wait, you've brought her presents before?" Sherlock asks suddenly.

"Every year since she was born." The Doctor smiles proudly.

"You've never told me, Harry."

"I did but deleted from your memory."

"I did?"

"Yes, you did, Sherlock." John interrupts suddenly, walking over to the group.

'Oh. I'm sorry, Harry."Sherlock replies, cupping my chin softly.

'It's okay, dad. I know how much your work means to you."

"Yes, but my daughter should come first."

"Wow, I never thought I'd hear you say that, Sherlock."

"Yes, well, I've been taught well." Sherlock replies, kissing John softly.

The Doctor pulls a face and I just chuckle. It's nice when dad shows affection. I guess father has had some affect on him.

"Yes, um, I'll be off then." The Doctor coughs awkwardly.

"Well, I'll see you out then, Doctor."

"Thank you."

Sherlock and the Doctor disappear downstairs, when they reach the bottom, Sherlock turns to the Doctor.

"Doctor, I meant to thank you ... For what you did for me."

"My pleasure, Sherlock. Just remember what I said."

"I do, everyday."

"Good. Anyway, I'll be off then. Goodbye, Sherlock."

"Goodbye, Doctor."

The Doctor waves goodbye before stepping into the TARDIS.

So what's everyone think? Next chapter I'm kinda gonna go back to the second time Harriet met the Doctor and expand it a little. Hope you guys don't mind. Just want to cover some details. So please r&r xxxxx