A/N: Another chapter! 'Why another so soon?' you may ask. Well, Dearies, because I love you!

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-Alex

Chapter 2

By the time my mother returned, I had already entered John Watson, London into the Google search bar. Thousands of results popped up. I tried to think back to what my mom had said about him. Next, I typed in Doctor John Watson London. That narrowed it down to a little over 100 results. The first link read John Watson: Crime Solving Blogger. Curious, I clicked on it. A picture of a middle-aged man popped up. He had shaggy blond hair and blue eyes just like me. The caption under the picture read Dr. John Watson.

Suddenly, my door opened and my mother stepped in holding a dust pan and broom.

"Is this him?" I asked turning the computer around so she could see it. She squinted then her eyes lit up.

"How did you find him?" She was shocked.

"It wasn't hard. He's apparently a blogger. This is his blog about the crimes he solves." She looked as dumbfounded as I felt.

"Well," she said "I guess he's a man of many professions."

I agreed. Then I got up and helped her sweep up the glass. I held the dustpan while she swept it in. I dumped it into a trashcan afterwards.

"It's pretty late." She said. "I think I'm going to go to bed." She gave me a huge hug and kissed my forehead.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too." Then she left taking the broom and dustpan with her and closing the door behind her.

I changed into my Superman pajama pants and an old t-shirt. I climbed into my bed and grabbed my computer. It was still on John's blog. The main menu had several different options including Solved Cases, Photos, and About Us. However, I ignored all of those and clicked on the link that read Contact Information. There was no phone number or email address listed. Only the street address. 221 Baker Street: Come when convenient. We're always here.

I opened up another tab and typed Google Earth into the URL bar. Once it had completely loaded, I typed 221 Baker Street, London into the search. It quickly zoomed into the exact street revealing a small little apartment. So this was where my father lived. My father I had never known about.

I yawned, suddenly aware of how tired I actually was. I checked my alarm clock and found that it was 12:47. I shut my computer and set it on my nightstand. I flipped my lights off and crawled under the warm blankets on my bed. I put my head down and remembered that my pillow was on the other side of the room where I threw it. I was too lazy to get it so I just grabbed the extra one I keep under my bed and layed my head on it. I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with light streaming through my windows. I lifted my head and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I grabbed the phone off of my nightstand and found with a shock that it was 9 o'clock and I was going to be late for work. I threw off my blankets and jumped out of bed. No time for a shower so I just brushed my tangled blonde hair. I pulled off the clothes I had fallen asleep in and replaced them with some jeans and a t-shirt. I ran into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Once I was ready, I ran out of my room and found my mom asleep on the couch in the den.

"Mom!" I yelled. "I'm going to be late!"

She shot up and almost fell jumping up off of the couch.

"What time is it?" She asked. "What time do you have to be there?"

"It's 9:13. I have to be there at 9:30! Come on!"
She grabbed her purse and slid her feet into sandals. I strapped on my combat boots and grabbed a Poptart out of the cabinet. I grabbed the car keys off the hook in the kitchen and we headed out the door. We climbed in the car and I tossed her the keys. She started the car and we backed out of the drive.

"I'm really going to be glad when you get your license." She said with a sigh.

"Me too."

The drive to work was quiet after that. We pulled into a spot right in front of the shop I worked at. A little clothing boutique full of girly sundresses and goddy jewelry. Nothing of interest to me. However, I really enjoyed my job. Maybe it was getting to secretly make fun of idiot customers, play the radio way too loud and listen to the same idiot customers complain, or maybe it was getting to spend 30 hours a week with Patzy. Patzy was my only friend. We had only met a few weeks before 9th grade ended when both of us were hired to work in this turd of a shop. She had just moved here a few weeks before that and we had home room together.

I said goodbye to my mom and got out of the car. I walked through the door and found Patzy sitting behind the register with her feet propped up on the counter.

"What's up, Hot Stuff." She chimed with a wink.

I flipped the OPEN sign in the window then walked around the counter and sat next to her. Until then, I had totally forgot about the earlier night. I guess I had been so busy this morning.

"Well," I started. "I learned something I never knew before. Something big."

"Tell me!" She beckoned.

"Umm...well..." I couldn't think of a good way to say it, so I just blurted it out. "My dad isn't really my dad."
Her jaw dropped, but she quickly closed it and began to laugh.

"No. Seriously?" She said.

"I am being serious." My voice was half defensive, half-joking. "I found out last night. My mom told me."

"Oh. Well, um, I'm sorry." I could tell from her tone that she wasn't sure how to react. "How did you take it?"

"Not well at first, but once I was calmed down, I realized that there was really nothing I could do to change it and I couldn't spend the rest of my life being mad about this."

"Right. And hey, this could be kind of cool." She was trying to sound sincere.

"True. It seems like this is all fake though. Like it's something you would read in a novel."
She was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the bell above the front door. In walked a potential idiot customer. It was a woman, around 30. She was short and heavy. She browsed the store and ended up buying a sundress that looked way to small for her. We checked her out and sent her out the door with a melancholy "Have a nice day."

"So," started Patzy. "Are you going to try to figure out who your real dad is?"

"Already did. His name is John Watson. A retired military doctor now residing in London. He's a blogger living at 221 Baker Street where he runs a blog." I recited.

"Dang girl! You sure do your research." We both giggled. "So are you going to try to get in contact with him?"

"Well, no contact information was listed on his blog. Only his address."

"So why don't you go there?"

"To London? Alone? I don't know."

"You've been on trips to different states a bunch of times. Michigan, Alabama, Cali. What's the difference?"
I pondered on that thought for a second. Sure it was farther away than California, but not by much. I had quite a bit of money saved up. It was worth a shot.

"I guess I could talk to my mom about it."

It was an incredibly boring day at work. Not much business at all. We closed up the shop around 7 and collected our stuff. We sat on a bench in front of the shop as the chilly September air blew. We didn't say much as we waited for our parents to pick us up. Eventually, my mother pulled up and I bid farewell to Patzy before climbing into the car. The car ride was silent until my mother decided to try to get a conversation going.

"How was work?" She asked trying to sound as sincere as possible.

"Good." There was no need in going into detail about the long, slow day I had just had. She didn't seem convinced.

"How are you doing today? I didn't really get a chance to ask you this morning."

"Okay." I told her. It was the truth, but I was still thinking about what Patzy had said. I wanted to ask mom about it, but I just couldn't bring my self to do it. What would her reaction be. Finally I built up the courage and the words just came out.

"I want to find John!" I exclaimed. The volume and strength of my voice surprised me and my mom. She slowed the car down and pulled over into someones driveway. She turned off the engine and turned to face me.

"What?" she asked.

"I want to find John. I-I've put some money aside each week from my check and I've got quite a bit saved up."

"Honey, I don't know about this."

"Mom, he's my father. I need to meet him. I need to." Tears began to fill my eyes.

She looked at me. Her eyes were sad. I couldn't quite pinpoint what she was thinking. She chewed her bottom lip for a minute before turning the keys and backing out of the driveway. She started back down the road towards our house.

"I will think about it." And just like that, the conversation was over.

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-Alex