"HE'S BLIND," Charlotte yelled in the quiet apartment.

"Hm," Sherlock asked while conducting an experiment.

"GREGORY MILES IS BLIND."

"Hm," he said in response.

"He's been to Carnegie hall twice," she read on in his profile, "and he's blind. He's bloody blind. How can I compete against a blind guy?!"

"Hm," he said looking at the experiment's results.

"Sherlock," she yelled standing up and waving her hands in front of his face.

"What?!"

"Don't you understand?! He's blind! How can you play instruments blind?! It's extremely hard to do! I can't compete against-"

He suddenly put a hand in front of her face.

"Shut up."

"SHERLOCK THIS IS A SERIOUS PROBLEM I-"

"Shush child," he said patting her head and scooting her away from the kitchen table.

"SHERLOCK HOLMES-"

"Shhhhhhhh."

She then huffed and walked away while Sherlock just smirked.

After much thought, she thought of a solution.

She realized in order to beat him she had to be vulnerable in some way too.

She had to have something that hit the judge's heartstrings.

So she wrote down what each piece meant to her, how she came up with it, and the symbolism.

She hated it.

Talking about her feelings and such.

But maybe her "fan" would like it.

She hoped so.

She had a good feeling about him.

Yes it was a him. It's easy to tell by the handwriting of the note he gave.

And their were fingerprints but she hid the letter so no one could examine them.

She wanted to be surprised.

Which she was starting to regret when she started to get ready.

"Oh god," she muttered when picking out between two black dresses.

She eventually chose a black lace lace dress and tied her long hair into a braided bun and set out for the competition.

After they presented the previous winners for her division, and also presented the winners for this year in the other divisions, Gregory went first.

His pieces were light and happy but still complex and with meaning. The violins played a key role going up and down all the strings.

His pieces were so very different from Charlotte's own.

Which of course made her nervous.

She knew her's would be hard to pull off but she had to take a risk. It's what her life consisted of anyway.

Walking up to present her first piece, she took some very deep breaths and tried to think of something happy. Something that happened to her as a young child.

"Look! It's an otter papa!"

"Yes it is indeed," he said smiling.

She looked at him and smiled while he picked her up looking at the otters playing and snuggling with each other.

She hugged him and fell asleep in his arms.

Opening her eyes as she walked into the bright lights of the stage she started off with something fast paced, something that fit to the name.

It was called Sherlock's Theme.

As she moved her arms swiftly she remembered every single case as they flashed before her eyes.

Then was Mind Palace and Solution which was describing...well her mind palace and her finding a solution and the first time she did that.

Last was her most powerful piece of all.

It was called The Woman.

She in fact met her once.

Only once.

But once was enough.

Sherlock and Char just got back from a case when they found someone in Sherlock's bed.

"Oh hello you must be Irene Adler," Char deduced, "my name is Charlotte."

"Oh he mentioned me?"

"Not at all," Charlotte and Sherlock said at the same time.

"Oh,"she smirked at him in her pajamas, her long wet wavy hair causing drops of water to slowly drip to the carpet floor.

"So Mr. Holmes you have a little girl on your hands now," she asked as she walked with them to the living room.

"I'm 16," she stated annoyed.

"Yes," he said ignoring Char as he sat on his favorite chair.

"You know my offer still stands," she whispered to him seductively.

"Not hungry," he said back.

She frowned but left to reveal a black lace dress.

"Here," she said to Char, "have this frock. It'll fit you nicely."

And after shopping with her several times for formal occasions and her popping up at her house once, she realized that Ms. Irene Adler was her father's match when it came to the world of deductions and solving crime.

"5 no 6 years old!"

"Correct," Sherlock smirked at her.

And Charlotte was not sure if she loved it or hated it.

Because she didn't know if she wanted to be the only woman in Sherlock's life or not.

As Sherlock watched from the stands, he wasn't angry at all.

In fact, as the violin solo, the one so familiar to him played, a single tear went down his cheek.

"I think it's titled wrong."

He turned to see Irene sitting next to him in a white dress looking sad.

"She really is 'The Woman'," she stated firmly, "or at least she is now."

"No," he replied smirking.

Because even if Charlotte Lise Holmes was 16,18, or even 32, he always saw her as his little girl.