Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Prompt: None
Reader's Relations: Sherlock’s Daughter, you’re like 15 (don’t ask how this is possible, but shhh)
Warnings: This has mentions and depression and self-harm/attempted suicide, please read at your own descrecion!
Other Notes: I had a different idea for this oneshot but wanted to write it for Christmas so it stemmed to this. I do have a kind of similar idea for a romance one for Sherlock with a similar plot, but i might write that after FandomMas is completed. This is set just after Sherlock’s ‘resurrection’ in S3. This is a platonic oneshot, if you couldn’t tell by the reader’s relations. Also, Mary isn’t in this. Sorry, but it’s for the oneshot, also set as if Sherlock returned close-ish to Christmas, idk when exactly it actually is, but changed for the oneshot.
-----------------------JOHN’S POV
“Two years…… Sherlock, two years. You let me believe you were dead for TWO YEARS!”
“I know, but I’m here now. Listen, John before-”
“No. Tell me why. Why did you fake your death? I don’t care how you did it, tell me why! Not only that but did you even think about (Y/n)?! I’ll bet you don’t even know where she is at the moment do you?!”
And for once, Sherlock Holmes was surprised, “W-what? Where is she? John, tell me where she is?!”
“How did you not realise?!” I shouted, “You manage to deduce everything about everyone, but you can’t tell when your own daughter has a mental health problem!” I continued, turning around not even wanting to talk to him anymore. 3… 2… 1… and I felt a hand grasp my wrist, “Wait. John, what are you talking about?”
“For goodness sake, Sherlock. (Y/n) has, or well it might be ‘had’ by now, depression. I’m not sure how long for, but a few days after you ‘died’ I found her sitting in the kitchen with a knife lying beside her and she wasn’t breathing. Once she was in the hospital and she wasn’t losing any more blood from the cuts, I noticed several more on her arms. You ‘dying’ was what must have tipped her over the edge. Do you know how much she cares about you, Sherlock? You’re her world and now, because you were more focused on Moriarty, you might have lost her! She’s been in the hospital since that day in a coma and honestly, the doctors aren’t sure whether she’s going to wake up.”
---------------------YOUR POV
“Sherlock, talking to her isn’t going to magically make her wake up! Just stop it. You lost your chance!”
I felt my senses coming back, hearing voices as I slowly tried to open my eyes, before closing them again, the hospital lights being too bright for me.
“(Y/n), I’m so sorry I didn’t realise. Please, if you can hear me give me some form of sign.”
“D-dad?” I whispered out, my voice hoarse after two years of not being used.
“(Y/n)?! You’re alive.”
I slowly opened my eyes again, getting used to the light, “I-I thought you were dead…” I muttered, adjusting my eyes to see the curly hair belonging to my father.
“I’m so sorry about that, (Y/n). I know I should have said something, I had to stop Moriarty.”
“I know, I’m just glad you’re alive,” I smiled, “Is anyone else here?”
“Yes, John’s here. Why?”
“Oh. Uhh, Doctor Watson, what day is it?”
I noticed him take his phone out for a minute before putting it away again, “It’s Christmas Day, (Y/n), why?”
I just smiled, “Well I guess this could be called a Christmas Miracle. To be honest, this wasn’t how I expected to be spending Christmas; in the hospital with a blood monitor attached to me, but, now I see this, I’m just glad you’re alive, Dad. There was something I was going to give you two years ago, but…”
“Mrs Hudson and the others are on their way, they’re bringing a few things as well, (Y/n).”
Sometime later, there was a knock on the door. After being allowed entry, the door opened to reveal a nurse, “Sorry to interrupt during visiting, but a few people want to come in. What should I say?”
“Let them in please,” I spoke up trying to make sure I was heard.
“Oh, you’ve woken up. Are you sure?”
I nodded again, “Yes. let them in please.”
The nurse nodded and a few minutes later three people entered the room, three people I knew very well; Mrs Hudson, Molly and Detective Inspector Lestrade. All three of them smiled at me when they saw I was awake, and it was only once they were in the room properly, that I noticed they were carrying a bag each. Me, still being a child at heart was curious about the contents of them but I knew that if I was meant to be told I would be.
“Good to see you’re awake, (Y/n),” Mrs Hudson spoke walking over, carrying the bag she was holding, “I believe this is what you were wanting. You hid it well, you know.”
“Well, I had to be careful. If had even been remotely obvious, it would have been found within 30 seconds,” I replied, motioning to my father as I took the wrapped box from the landlady. A smile returned to my face as I turned to face my father, “I was going to give this to you as a birthday present two years ago, but… well, let’s not go into that.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about your depression, (Y/n)?”
I gulped, sending a glare towards Doctor Watson, knowing he was the one that had told my father as I sighed, “I didn’t want to worry you, anyway, stop changing the subject, here,” I spoke, handing him the box, placing my hands back in my lap, waiting for him to unwrap it.
“What is it?”
“You’ll find out if you unwrap it, Dad,” I giggled, knowing that due to the way I’d wrapped it two years ago, he was unable to deduce exactly what it was. He just gave me a small glare before unwrapping it, giving me a deadpanned look when the wrapping paper just revealed the box, “A box?”
“What is inside is your gift, Dad. Geez, I thought you were supposed to be a genius.” He eventually opened the box and his eyes widened as he pulled out the new violin, looking at me, “How did you?”
“You know the money that I’d earned from the babysitting? That’s where it all went. That’s why it took me so long to buy you a new one.”
And for once, he smiled, “Thank you.”
—--------------------------END OF ONESHOT
I’m not too happy with this but I have no idea how to continue it so I’m just going to leave it here….Day 3 done!