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I'm in the sitting room when he arrived. Sherlock was right he is worse than Moriarty.
He walked into the sitting room to find me reading another edition of physics and more Shakesphere books sitting around me. I stand up.
"Hello, dad will be down in a minute. I'm Charlotte Clementine Sherlock Holmes. You?"
"Dad?"
"Yes my father, Sherlock Holmes."
I enjoy his shocked expression.
"And you are?"
"Mycroft, Mycroft Holmes; his brother."
"You are here because."
"He changed someone's name I was surprised so I came to see him."
"Ah, so your unwanted attention."
"So he called me that did he."
"Sherlock, unwanted attentions here!"
Mycroft sighs.
"Ah, Mycroft, what an unpleasant surprise. You've met Clementine obviously."
"Yes."
"Clementine what do you think about Mycroft?"
"Worse than fangirls."
"Brother mine did you put her up to this?"
"No he didn't."
"Well Sherlock how do you explain having a daughter all this time and managing not to give it away?"
"Dad only found out that I existed yesterday."
"Ah, I assume you haven't told our parents about little Charlotte?"
"It's Clementine"
"Oh is it now?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"Well Sherlock she is a lot like you."
"Yes, I suppose she is."
"Well this is very interesting, might I ask why she is living with you and who is the mother?"
"Like I told dad mums brain exploded all over the floor. It was messy."
Again I get the what the heck did you just say little 5-year-old look.
"Violent girl you have their Sherlock"
"Meh…"
"Her mother was Janie Hawkins."
"Why did you change her name?"
"She didn't want to picture her mother lying dead on the floor every time she said her surname."
"So another Holmes popped up. When the press gets word of a new Sherlock Holmes and there's no doubt about that Moriarty will kill her."
"He's a freak I've already met him. He's already left me a note and a gum packet."
"Oh really when were you going to tell me this Sherlock?"
"Oh let me think, never."
"You have a daughter now Sherlock you need to protect, educate and feed her. Not to mention leave her alone long enough to sleep."
"She's like me Mycroft; she has insomnia, doesn't eat much and I gave her algebra for a 11-year-old and she completed it in minutes. As for protecting her she punched Moriarty."
"Oh did she now? What did he do to her?"
Sherlock looks at me asking if he should tell Mycroft. I shake my head. No. I want to forget the kiss. Mycroft looks puzzled when he sees my refusal.
I don't like him.
I return to The Taming of the Shrew.
After half an hour of arguing Mycroft leaves.
They both looked annoyed as Mycroft said goodbye. I'm happy he left.
I go to my room to find another pack of gum.
How long has that been there?
I give the packet to Sherlock and he pins it to the wall.
Who pins gum to their wall?
This is very interesting.
John comes back with a packet of biscuits and my dinner. I thank him and go eat in my room. I feel very tired and for once insomnia doesn't take over and I can get to sleep.
Nightmares fill my sleep. They all involve Moriarty in some way or another.
I wake up shaky, afraid, alone I go into the sitting room to find Sherlock sitting on his chair, eyes closed in deep thought.
He looks peaceful.
I need to laugh. So what do I do? I tie Sherlock's shoe laces together.
I film the result. It's side splittingly hilarious.
Sherlock frowns as I laugh.
"Are okay? You look terrified and sad though you're laughing."
"I'm fine just had a few nightmares that I wish I can forget."
"I can help you with that."
"Really! How?"
"It will take some time but I'm going to help you build a mindpalace."