2 Months later and it was the end of the summer.

Charlotte found herself to be talking more and more until finally, with the help of her therapist, she put her notepad under her, no longer John's, bed.

And although she was still a quiet child around strangers, she finally trusted Sherlock and his surprisingly wide variety of friends.

"Happy birthday darling," was what Charlotte woke up to, seeing Ms. Hudson in a messy apron.

Rubbing her eyes she turned her head confused.

"I saw your papers a couple months back," she explained, "now comeon I got pancakes for breakfast."

Following her to the kitchen, she found Sherlock once again reading the paper.

"Sherlock."

"What?"

Ms. Hudson nudged Sherlock trying to get him to say something.

"Happy birthday."

"Thank you Sherl."

"My name is Sherlock, Ms. Hudson not-"

"Actually it's William," Charlotte muttered.

Sherlock glared at her until she gave a toothy grin.

"I invited everyone to come by to celebrate so it would be nice if you cleaned up," Ms. Hudson said looking at the messy kitchen table then the living room.

"By everyone you mean...?"

"Greg, Molly, John, Mary, Elizabeth, Mycroft-"

Suddenly, Sherlock spat out his coffee.

"You what?!"

"I invited Greg, Molly-"

"No, you invited Mycroft?!"

"Yes," another voice said.

Turning around, Sherlock found Mycroft standing by the door with his famous umbrella.

Sherlock fixed his jaw, trying not to grown out loud. He never planned for Charlotte to meet his elder brother...but now...

"Ooo," she cooed, "this is your elder brother," she suddenly grinned, "clearly trying to lose weight I see."

"He told you to say that," Mycroft snapped.

"No I didn't," Sherlock said with no lie in his eyes, "theirs a reason she's my assistant."

"She isn't your assistant. She's your child. Treat someone with respect for once in your life."

"Lost two pounds, congrats by the way," Charlotte said, ignoring the banter going on between the two brothers.

"Thank you," he said curtly.

"Oi, Sherlock you gotta fix these stairs," someone yelled after a sudden thud was heard in the distance.

"Greg!"

"Oh hi there birthday girl," Greg smiled as he walked to her picking her up, "and hi there to..?"

"Mycroft Holmes."

"Aka the British government," Charlotte joked while booping Mycroft in the nose.

"Greg Lestrade," he said extending his free hand while putting Charlotte down. Mycroft smirked for a moment while he bent down, while Sherlock rolled his eyes.

(Authors Note: That's code for "HE LIKED THE BOOTY.")

Then Molly came up, with a long beautiful dress complete with red lipstick.

"Molly!"

"Hello there little one," she smiled, presenting her with a gift.

"Thank you so much," she whispered to her while giving her a quick hug, "I'll just put it over here."

After running along back to the front door waiting for more people to show, she was suddenly pushed over by someone a lot taller than she was.

"Elizabeth," someone downstairs yelled, "I told you to only do that for football!"

(Authors Note: British football guys comeon)

Charlotte froze with her eyes wide trying not to get reminded from her old life from what seemed like such a long time ago.

"Hi," the elder girl said cheerfully, "my names Eliza. Wanna see my tooth that fell out this morning?"

"Uhhh," she paused trying not to keep her mouth wide open, "sure."

Getting it out of her pocket, Elizabeth presented Charlotte with a pointy tooth, dirty from being in her pocket.

"Can I do experiments with it," Charlotte asked while examining the tooth, "did you have broccoli last night."

"Yes and yes. How did you know? Are you a mind reader?!"

"No," she laughed, "I just saw it."

Elizabeth turned her head confused while putting the tooth back in her pocket.

Not wanting for her to freak out like her "parents" did about her intelligence, Charlotte tried to change the subject.

"Wanna listen to music?"

"Sure then we can dance together! Like in my ballet class!"

"Ok.."

The apartment then echoed with classical music from a radio as Eliza taught Charlotte the foot positions.

"Then this is third, and this is first," she explained while moving her feet.

Charlotte tried to copy it but then fell over.

"I guess you aren't the sports type," Eliza laughed, "mummy told me that I was."

Hours later and everyone was getting along well. Charlotte and Elizabeth both had their naps and the adults were both socializing as per usual with parties.

"So that's how my wife left me, Lestrade said sadly while drinking more of his cup.

"Have you ever thought of dating anyone different?"

"Different like what?"

"Like-"

"Present time," Ms. Hudson suddenly interrupted getting the stack of everyone's gifts while Charlotte sat on the floor.

"I'll open Molly's first."

Carefully getting the wrapping off, it revealed a beginners chemistry set. She gasped.

"Thank you Aunt Molly!"

"You're very welcome sweetheart," she replied, kissing the top of her head.

Next was Greg who gave her some CD's and a officer badge.

"You do better than half our officers anyway," he joked.

Charlotte blushed while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Molly, John and Eliza were next with one gift each.

Eliza with a plush bee, Molly with matching bee tee shirt and black pants since Sherlock's picks were, "too similar to his look," while Sherlock argued it was "reliable and consistent with the work she was doing," and finally John gave her a bee violin
case.

"A violin case, but I don't have a-"

She then turned to Sherlock with her eyes wide as he nudged her with his gift.

Opening it up revealed a small violin complete with rosin, music, and a bow.

"Thank you thank you thank you," she cried, tears of joy going down her cheeks, "And thank you Uncle John and Aunt Mary and everyone and-"

"What about me?!"

"Oh I'm sorry Mycroft I forgot about you," she chuckled while wiping her eyes.

Opening it up she heard a bark.

"A DOG," Sherlock and Charlotte yelled at the same time.

"I'm gonna name it Redbeard," she laughed, "cause it's red! And it has a beard!"

Looking at the Irish settler, Sherlock glared at what Mycroft, knowing he was doing this to annoy him.

"Don't forget the envelop," Mycroft whispered to Charlotte as she hugged him.

She ripped it open seeing a letter.

"You are invited to go to Murray's School of Arts and Education?!"

"School," Sherlock cried, "No way,"

"But Sher-"

"No."

"Brother just because I left you while you were bullied at-"

Sherlock suddenly jumped at Mycroft from the floor while the dog barked at the two of them.

"Okay girls. Not now-" John started.

"Don't start," Sherlock growled at Mycroft ignoring everyone in the room.

"Papa," Charlotte started with a sad look in her eyes, "Please."

Sherlock's expression suddenly changed from one of anger to realization.

He let go of Mycroft and sat back down while stealing her violin to tune, acting like nothing happened.

"Guess that solved it," Molly whispered to Mary.

"Didn't know a little girl had so much power over him," she whispered back.

"Now promise me to not-"

"No."

Charlotte then sighed giving Sherlock puppy dog eyes while holding Redbeard giving puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeeaasssseeeeeee," she begged.

"No," he said while glaring at Mycroft.

Charlotte huffed.

"Now play with me," he ordered trying to ignore the situation at hand.

"Okay Papa."

Sherlock tried not to blush on his pale skin.

He would never get used to hearing that.

They then played together the songs Charlotte heard millions of times from the basics to the challenging ones.

They harmonized together.

And Sherlock couldn't be happier.