Sherlock Of Interest Part Four

OOC: Sherlock/Person Of Interest Fan Fiction Part Four

Title: Sherlock of Interest Part 4: Fathers and Daughters

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All other characters and story by Melissa C. Scraper

   It had been relatively calm foir the last two months and Lucy had managed to plan her formal wedding.  She had invited her mother’s parents, not expecting them to come.

   Lucy sighed, it was hte bacherlorette party and she wasn’t sure what expect from a medical examiner and a former CIA assassin. “i feel so strange knowing I only have two or three female acquaintances and Galen has stag night with, oh lord. Sherlock and Mycroft.” Molly pulled her into the car.

   Meanwhile Somwhere else….

   "I am in AA. I can’t drink." Quentin said as they entered a pub "are we doing this just to see Sherlock Drunk again." he had been trying since the first time he met mary to figure out who she reminded him of. it wouldn’t make sense until Mr & Mrs. Harridge showed up at the wedding. "Galen, welcome to the family. Officially and remeber. Harold, Mycroft and I would do anything for Lucy " he playfully punched the young man in the arm.

   Galen “Mister Collins. you forget Lucy can defend herself. I would never attack her for any reason she knows pressure points because our good friend the doctor over there taught them to her.” he grinned as he recalled one time, recently when they had been asked, by Scotland Yard, to help rescue a kidnapped child.

   Two weeks the granddaughter of a member of parliament had been kidnapped, and being children used in prgram Lucy and Galen had insisted on being the lead on this one. “Galen, you wear the headset i hate having things in my ears.” she blushed.”According to Greg…give me a break, why do bad guys always have to be hold up in same location like it is a tv show or something. a warehouse by the docks.”  She knew it was unprofessional. but she had her head in the game. She hated the idea of a child being used for nefarious purposes. It had been her choice, presently to continue working for hte british government. “when we get to the location. you have to use hte grappling gum it doesnlt quite work the same way as my crossbow and i am not good at it.” she said

   When they arrived she Saw Shelock and Watson trying ot find a secondary way in, she grinned “Should have known Sherlock would beat us here.”  she heard Galen say as they preparted to g o in after the van stopped a good distance away behind some bushes.  He hand Lucy a Paper star with a four leaf clover drawn on it and she aims it where it hits Sherlock in the head.

   meanwhile about 30 feet away “What was that?”

   Watson finds the star and picks it up “Lucy and Galen must have been sent to rescue the girl too.” he says holding up the paper star “Clever calling card though. don’t you dare say anything smug. sherlock.” they meet up with the younger persons inside the building. “Which one of is going to be the distraction this time?”

   Lucy “Sherlock?” she looks at him “You instantly annoy people upon first meeting you. Deduce them and get them to chase you. The guards inside the room should be Quite easy for me and Galen to deal with.” she grins as Watson hands her paper star back to her “Are you sure it is okay for you to be doing this? Mary is sick.”

   John watson was trying not to laugh and give away their current position, he loved Lucy’s habit of teasing sherlock “She’s Fine. Molly is watching Lizzie and Mrs Hudson is Watching Mary.” he said with a smile, he figured he would help sherlock distract the guards  “Be safe, Lucy.” he was always careful not tocall her Lucero or lulu bell. because Mycroft called her Lucero and Lulu Bell seemed to be a personal nickname her father had given her. That fact he would be wholy correct about.

   Lucy smiled “You too John. You better give a magnificent speech at my wedding.” a short time later they were escorting the girl to safety. She sighed “Another Press Conference. Mycroft keeps taking credit for the things he has us doing.” she sighed, in the middle of one of his grandiose speeches the girl they had rescued ran onto the stage

   Chloe “This Man didn;t not rescue me. he may have had thenice people doing it for him.” she grabs Lucy’s hand and pulls her up next to the podium “this lady and her friends are the ones who saved me. Mister Mycroft’s Brother, The Nice doctor man, this pretty lady and the nice leprechaun man.” she was only a child and associated Irish accents with leprechaun  man. The othe three stood up. “These are the people who saveded me.” she wrapped her arms around lucy’s waist.

   Lucy “It is okay, Chloe. she is telling the truth. Mycroft asked the assistance of my fiance and myself to save this young girl. when we arrived. sherlock and Doctor Watson were there and we worked in unison.” she sighed “We are not desiring of being seen as heroes. We just do what we know is right.” a few hours later they were back at the flat “Sherlock, before i forget. Galen and I want you to play the music in the wedding ceremony. You Violin is way more relaxing than the church organs.” she said as she sat on Galen’s lap and blushed slightly.

   Sherlock sighed “Of course.  perhaps i can even compose a violin concerto for you as i did for John and Mary.” he had been vexed by the fact that child had refered to his as Mister Mycroft’s Brother. It was fact the child couldnlt remember names very well but it was still vexing that she refered to them so pleasantly he was only Mycroft’s Brother. he steepled his fingers together as he began to think.

   John Hamish Watson “Hopefully nothing dangerous will occur at your wedding as it did at ours.”  he said as he spoke of his own wedding. “As the question you asked me last we spoke. If you honestly wnt saddle any child you may have with name Hamish it would be an honor.” he said with a smile, and whispered to her “For the love of god don’t tell that one you want to use his name as well.” he smiled at  them “You galen, better let me have a dance with the lovely bride at the reception.” before going to sit back in his chair “By the way excellent throw. lord knows hte target was swollen enough.” he laughed

   Lucy “You forgot he;’s also a bigger drama queen than any of us.” she said “Sherlock stop pouting. If it wasn’t your name you wouldn’t be able to remember that easily.”

   Back to the night of the stag party….as you might imagine Sherlock quite amusingly got drunk and if not for photographic proof he would have never believed crashing, not figuratively, the girls bacholerette party and kissing Molly and proffesing his love before passing out. “” i am glad the wedding isn’t tomorrow. He would be too hung over to remember.”

   Mycroft “Gods, Sherlock we are going ot have to pay to have this window replaced now and you are just damned fortunate…”

   Lucy “Sherlock passed  out mycie. I think he puked on the male dancer too.” she sighed “make sure he is paid a bonus. because i feel bad that he wasnlt able to complete his job due to sherlock’s over dramatic drunk entrance.”

   the stripper was in the bathroom washing off and slipped on tshirt before Mycroft entered. “Please make sure to not mention it was sherlock holmes that vomitted on you.” he said as he wrote a payment to about four ‘jobs’ for the male stripper “Greg, Quentin Help me to carry this heap of snoring vomit covered nuisance to my car so that i may take him home.” Lucy knew he didnlt think of Sherlock as a Nuisance. Family above all else. “Have a good night, Lucero.” he said as he exited through the door

   Mary looked at Molly “I knew he loved you. he;s just not someone who processes emotions like other people.”

   a week later at the church “Lucy there are people oiutside who say you invited them.”

   lucy kicked off her shoes and went out to the chapel area “I didn’t think you would come.” she hugged them “Peter responded right away.”

   Nathaniel and Patricia Harridge, her mother’s parents looked at the young woman. last tiem they had seen her she had been shubby face three year old. “Dear Girl. We decided to bury old grudges.” nathan replied as he hugged her in return “are you not worried that the groom will see you in your wedding dress?”

   Lucy “Galen and I have been through way too much for that superstition about seeing me in my wedding dress to matter.” she said “i want to introduce you my brides’s maid and matron of honor.” she takes them into the hall way where everyone was practicing their positions “Mary, Molly. these are my mother’s parents Nate and….” her sentence was promptly cut off by nate hugging Mary

   Nathanial “Joanna. I always knew you hadn’t died. It was your mother’s idea to have funeral with no body.”

   Lucy and John watson stood aghast. He whispered to the young woman “what is going on Lucy?”

   Lucy took him aside “Joanna was my mother’s twin sister. She disappeared shortly before my Parents joined White Lotus. If mary is really Joanna Harridge that makes you my Uncle John.” she looked at him. “She may have been using hte name Mary so long she forgot her original name.”

   John Watson looked at Lucy “remember when you did the normal wedding prep blood sample about two months ago.  It is possible that your grandparents are right because Mary’s mitochondrial DNA shows that she shares a common ancestory with you.”  of course she remembered he had been the only doctor she trusted to not fuck it up.

   Meanwhile on the other side of London…..

   Moriarty “be swift my girl, we have a wedding to crash.” he said as parker got dressed

   Parker “you may be my father. but i would think as a gay man you would choose a less hideous dress!” if she was gping to attack the princess at her wedding she wanted to be dressed in something that didnlt look like a drunk shild sewed it together. She goes over to a rack in the dress shop and grabs a dress “I am taking htis one.” she puts it on “Perfect. little black dress. Revenge!”
   

   Moriarty checks his watch “We need to wait for right moment make a dramatic entrance.”  he said.

   Back at The Church….

   Quentin goes over to Sherlock “Remember, this means a lot to Lucy. but we are all on alert. Because. we believe as you have deduced That Parker will resurface.” he said patting hte other man on the shoulder “I trust your slightly more than i trust Mycroft and Mycroft is my friend.” he said.

   Sherlock “who were those older people who Lucy took into the hallway?”

   "Her grandparents, Nate and Patty Harridge. Lucy didn’t think they would come. She knew her Uncle would come." The man rocked back on his heels nervously "Nate never really trusted me. the fact of the matter is he never really knew Daphne and I were spies. Actually what Lucy calls a Moral Grey Area. I am semi retired. But still in the records as an agent for Mycroft." he paused "as far as they knew Daphne was in the gifted program somewhere in delaware. Not that she was in the Pretender Program at The Centre. That was how project White Lotus found us."

   Lucy comes over them “Honestly Daddy. the least your could do would be not to act like the shoes bother your feet.”   she hugs him and whispers “I know you were telling Sherlock to watch for Parker, but i can’t shake the feeling that she may end up allied with Moriarty.” She blushed slightly at her father stared at her “Daddy, stop staring at me with fatherly pride it is making me blush.”

   Quentin “I have a right to be proud, Lulu Bell. I never thought you would make it this far. or willingly choose to be an agent for Mycroft. Never let mycroft force you into anything you don;t want to do.”  he holds up his hand “i almost forgot. Your Mother wanted you to have this on your wedding day.” he holds up a silver swan locket. “When we were dating we went and saw the animated movie swan princess and i had this locket Custom designed for her. She only wore it on special occassions and the day nbefore hse was killed she said if anythign ever happend to her to make sure you would be wearing it the day you got married.” he helps her put it on

   Sherlock “you said the same thing two or three times, Quentin.”  he sighed he was rehearsing his reception speech in his head.

   Sherlock’s Mind Palace….He had Lucy;s seating chart memorized. well mainly because Sherlock had helped her arrange everything. So in his head was the reception and he was rehearsing his speech.

   Sherlock stood up “When i first Met Lucy Collins, she was roughly 14 years old and her parents were busy so mycroft had brought her over to my parents house. Because her parents were busy. While she was polite she was also very witty and somehow blunt. I am sometimes seen as a rediculous and aggrivating man.It wasnlt until about two years ago that i fully understood Lucy’s presence in my brother’s life. it never occured to me that Mycroft had friends. Let alone friend that would trust him with the welfare of their daughter. But i digress. at the time, the only people i trusted were Mycroft, Molly, Greg and John watson. Now i am honore to consider Lucy Collins-Flannagan as one of my friends. I am not worthy of someone as brilliant as her being willing to protect me. but she counts me amongst hte people she would protect. Raise your Glasses to a happy future for Lucero….Sorry Lucy Collins-Flannagan and her Husband Galen.

   He couldn’t shake the feeling that his speech would end with the dramatic entrance of Moriarty. So even in his Mind Palace this kept happening. Moriarty would enter clapping “such Lovely words, from one such as you Sherlock Holmes.”

   Meanwhile…

   Quentin “is he having a seizure?” he asked as he watched sherlock

   "No, he’s in his Mind Palace. Whenever he’s deep in thought he blocks out everything around him." Lucy Explained

   "how might you even know about this ‘Mind Palace’?" he inquired

   "because Mister Collins, when Mycroft was going on dangerous Missions, while she was in university. he for some reason chose to have her tag along with me solving crimes. and Mind Palace is how i sort through details to figure things out." Sherlock said, as he was very fleet footed, no one had even noticed he was coming out his mind palace as Quentin was asking about it. "Wedding starts in thirty minutes. Wouldnlt due for the wedding to have no bride now would it." he said with a genuine smile on his face as they wen to take their places while Lucy got her shoes "Never tell him." The case to which he refered was when she had volunteered to help him catch someone who had been murdering young women.

   Lucy “Why would i ever tell him that. He may be a spy but he is stll my dad. Get back to the alter you’re playing wedding Music remember.” she takes a silk biutterfly off her bouquet and pins it to his lapel “My mother always told me, Butterflies are angels showing us that those we have lost are still watching over us. I know you are a man of logic, sherlock.” she kissed him on hte cheek “thank you for being a good loyal friend in spite of your indifference towards emotional attachments.” as she scampers off to wait fo the bridal march to start.

   Sherlock watches her, and looks down at the little blue silk butterfly on his lapel. She was right he didn’t believe in angels but he did have an open mind. He recalled it had taken two weeks to find high quality silk flowers because Lucy was allergic to live flowers.

   Meanwhile in the Hall….

   Mary “You should go take your places in the chapel. We will talk more later.” she had spent the last twenty minutes or So talking to Nate Harridge. It was clear t her that Joanna had been his favorite. She recalled having a dream about being dressed as a fairy princess. There were gaps in her memory, she found herself hoping it was right to deduce that these were her parents and she would have more of a family than Just John and Lizzie. That would make her related to one of the most admirable young woman she had ever met. Lucy was raised to be a low level Assassin yet she refused to kill people.  She watched as Nate, Patty and Peter go back out to the chapel.

   Lucy “Sorry, i was just having a discussion with Dad and Sherlock.” whispers “I’ve never told sherlock that the women in my family have mild psychic abilties. By hte way mary. Your house has a ghost in it. that’s what Lizzie stares at when it rains. water attract restless spirits.” she said “The spirit isn’t dangerous. She is a little girl named Anna who is looking for someone to play with.” she said “Childrne have more wide awake minds than adults do. Also until a shild learns to talk they can understand all languages. I’ve been teaching her italian and sign language.”

   The older woman smiled at her and gave her a hug and whispered “DNA doesn’t matter Lucy. You are family already, and when you have your own kids John and I will gladly help you take care of them.” she said “That is a lovely Locket. Where did it come from?”

   Lucy “it was my mother’s dad just gave it to me.” she said  “he put it on a silver chain since gold bothers my skin.”  a short time later as she walks down the aisle she’s having hard time keeping a straight face. “Galen, you eccentric and handsome man you. when did you replace your tuxedo pants with a kilt? How did ytou convince Declan to do it too.”

   Mary whispers to Molly “Lucy said if anything goes wrong to make sure to get the harridges and lizzie out safely. And Declan.”  she looked around Mrs Hudson was wearing the same hat she wore at John and Mary’s wedding.

   Molly “i really doubt Declan will go. he’s only known Lucy is his sister for about a year.” she responded “i love these bouquets. Lucy has  a romantic heart, who would have thought a gentle soul would be within someone trained to be a spy.” she grinned when she noticed that Lucy had pinned a blue silk butterfly on Sherlock’s lapel. She never would have thought that somethat simple would make her happy.

   meanwhile by the doors

   Reese and Finch are talking

   Reese “Are we 100% sure hte machine was correct about Parker surfacing today?”

   Harold “Judging by how Lucy, Quentin and Sherlock are acting they have come to the same conclusion. Mr. Reese.” he said as he finished cleaning his glasses and put them back on. “Lucy has been prepared for this possibility the whole time she had her mother wedding dress converted into a wrap dress so she’d have body suit under it in case Parker godes her into a fight.” he looked at his best friend and Ally “Lucy has always been an excellent judge. Reese, before you became my partner, she knew i would choose you.”

   Reese looked at him “I was all unbathed and homelss looking and she still gave me a hug. because could see sadness and loss in my eyes.”

   Flashback….2010 harold’s home

   Lucy “You are a nice man Mister  Reese. You don’t need to be sad anymore. I will be your Friend.” she said, her quiet tone belied the fact that she had actually a few weeks before assisted in a sting operation in Scotland Yard. “Harold is my godfather.” she knew John Reese was probably wondering how on Earth this this girl knew this eccentric man.

   Reese “wait a minute. someone entrusted you to his guardianship. does your father even know what Harold does.” he said

   Lucy “You get rest. you donlt have to give your answer today.” she said “i am going down to the police station to say hello the nice police officer who stopped the man who tried to take my purse.” she had had such hard time acting like someone who was actually degenseless but it had been subderfuge to meet Detective Joss Carter. Uncle Harold. You did remember not to send her flowers because i am allergic to them.”  Harold nodded. They would all be saddened when Joss was later killed. But at this point in time she would become their newest ally.

   Harold looked at Reese, he knew it. He had specifiicaly waited for lucy to be here. because he had a habit of ordering people to do things. he knew Lucy would not force the subject.

   A short time later at the police station, Jocelyn Carter “Fusco, i am going outside for some air.” she steps outside the building with Lucy “I can tell by the way you stand that you could have easily defended yourself. What is your real name?”

   Lucy “My name is really Lucy  Collins.” this woman could easily match wits with Harold. “i doubt you would believe hte whole truth about me even if i was cleared to explain it to you.” she said handing her a business card “for hte answrers to all your questions. purchase a burner phone and call this number.” she smiled “i was trained in self defense from the age of five. harold knew you wouldn’t speak to him.” she said “Your son is very fortunate to have a mom that doesn’t take crap from anyone.” she said “have a good afternoon.”

   She returns to Finch’s apartment/library “I brought our friend some juice and cheese and avocado sub fro mthe deli around the corner.”

   November 2013….Joss’ Funeral people gave her such odd looks when she placed an apple on her friend’s coffin. But to her it was symbolic “May you and my mother become good friends in the great beyond.”  Joss had left her a letter a few hours later in hte library “I am goign to my room leave me alone. for a while.”

   She enters the room

   Lucy:
   If you are reading this my quest to stop HR ended in my death. i hand to you the responsiblity that you have obviously had all along.
   Please Keep John and Harold, Lionel and Even Shaw and Root frpom falling into the abyss that destroys us all eventually/

   i pretended not to know, that you’ve been working with Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes. That’s the thing about spending enough time with Harold Finch.
   You become way too accustomed to lying by omission. I hope you find the happiness you deserve.

   Much Love and Respect:
   Detective Jocelyn Carter
   Joss

   at the bottom instead of X&Os were little apples. Lucy grinned to herself. She had begin creating her own personal mind palace and she intended to name one of her future children after Joss Carter. “I am sorry. Joss. But i am glad John was with when you died.” she looked up and saw the faded outline of the spirit of Joss Carter. She almost fell off her bed. Spirits had been visiting her since she was a child but it had never been anyone she personally knew.

   Back to the present….Spring 2015, the wedding of Lucy Collins and Galen Flannagan.

   By Now they were well aware that they were being observed from outside, by Parker and Moriarty. But they didn’t want the average people to be aware of that fact.

   They were clearly, acting as a bird of prey waiting for a right time to swoop down on their intended target, but their target was well aware of that fact.

   Lucy looked at galen as he recied his vows and slipped further into her own Mind Palace “HR was only a figure head, Joss I think Morirarty wasresponsible for your death. because he knows i am Mycroft’s God Daughter. And Mycroft is Sherlock’s Brother.” things were falling into place. She had met Moriarty once, in 2013.  he had kidnapped her click click. Mind Palace slot machine about to hit jackpot “Dead Eyes.” she mumbled “Parker is Moriarty’s daughter!” it all made sense now why Moriarty had sent her apples with a card signed Love JM.

   Lucy hadnlt realized she had exclaimed hte last part out loud and eveything stopped as she looked over at Sherlock. “Did i say that out loud?”

   Sherlock nodded the affirmative

   "Smeg!" she muttered. She looked at the preacher "Sorry Monty."  no one in the Church knew that the preacher was White Lotus too.

   Monty “it is okay, Lucy.” very few people were aware that Lucy in fact picked up habits from everyone she met. There was no telling if Lucy’s Mind Palace had existed before she met Sherlock Holmes. But the fact was it existed now. As they went itno the reception hall after the ceremony. Monty Whispered “Lucy, i am ready to join in on hte fight if you need me.”

   Lucy “Monty, it is our fight. I don;t want you getting hurt. Then what will happen the charity you’ve started. Speak with your accent when ever you try to bury the scottish accent you sound constipated.” he laughed “got you to smile. the thing you can do is help mary Gwt my grandparents and uncle out of the building when things go sideways.” she said with a smile. There was no sugar coating it. the shit was about to hit the fan.

   Lucy went over to Sherlock “Please tell me you deduced the same thing.” she whispered.

   Sherlock whispered, “Yes. I’ve deduced they will enter after my speech. so the best i can do is stall.” he said in a low tone.

   Lucy Sighed “Remember you said you’d dance with me.” she responded “Don’t forget after my honeymoon you promised to go with me to an amusement park.  I want to see if i can beat you at arcade games.”  they hear a helecopter outside thinking to herself *Jarod, is here too soon.* she borrows Sherlock’s phone and texts the pilot of hte Helecopter

   [text] “Wait another Twenty Minutes Agent Russell. I know you are more patient than my dad. After all you are THE PRETENDER. The same man they believe died 14 years ago.LC.* that was a story for another day exactly how lucy came to know a man who was somewhere in between the age of her father and her grandparents. he was probably in his 50s but all records of his actual age were expunged by the Centre after the third time he had blown it up. he had been between the ages of 7 and 10 years old when the centre had taken him in 1963. The phone rings “Jarod, i said stand down. I know you tried to rescue my Parents.”

   Mycroft “Wait! Did you say Jarod? As in Jarod Russell. Lucero, you have secrets we shall talk another time.”

   "I asked you stop calling me Lucero, Mycroft! it sounds friggin evil when you say it." she returns hte phone call "Thank you." she hangs up "Thanks Sherlock."  she hands his phone back to him "i should have known i could never have normal wedding." she looked at mycroft "everyone  know calls me Lucy, unless they are mad at me. I think you call me Lucero to annoy me Mycroft. Your mom told me your middle name the name you act like doesn’t exist. Siggerson. I like it." she grinned, she hugged him "Damn you Mycroft Siggerson Holmes you’re one of the few people i canlt stay angry with, for very long."

   Mycroft “I often wished you were actually my daughter. Then of course probably would have created far more guilt when i tried to turn you intio an assassin.” he whispered. “Mind if a give speech before Sherlock?” he asked. she nodded “I know, first hte father of the bride, then the best man. then the groom. i will go, harold. where did harold go.”

   Lucy “Likely hacking the security system. he’s not much for public speaking.”

   "actually i was making sure my gift arrived safely. I know i already gave you a nice cash gift but i wanted osmething everyone could enjoy." harold lets a ballet troupe into the reception hall and they perform excerpts from Tchaikovsy ballets.

   "Harold! You are always full of surprises my friend." Quentin said as he went over and hugged him. they needed to act as normal as possible for as long as possible. "Sit i want to toast." after everyone is seated Quentin takes lucy and pulls her up to the front "I remeber the Day Lucy was born i held this squirming crying tiny person. all i could think was. Gods i hope i don’t screw you up the way a lot of the people in my family have been screwed up." he pauses "She had a light of truth around her. So it didn’t surprise me her mother chose a name that means Light. She’s quick to anger but also just as easy to forgive something that is rare in anyone." he looks at galen "Welcome to this crazy family Galen. my favorite line from an irish blessing. May your enemies walk with a limp so you know they are coming."

   An hour later…..


   Sherlock stood up “When i first Met Lucy Collins, she was roughly 14 years old and her parents were busy so mycroft had brought her over to my parents house. Because her parents were busy. While she was polite she was also very witty and somehow blunt. I am sometimes seen as a rediculous and aggrivating man.It wasnlt until about two years ago that i fully understood Lucy’s presence in my brother’s life. it never occured to me that Mycroft had friends. Let alone friend that would trust him with the welfare of their daughter. But i digress. at the time, the only people i trusted were Mycroft, Molly, Greg and John watson. Now i am honore to consider Lucy Collins-Flannagan as one of my friends. I am not worthy of someone as brilliant as her being willing to protect me. but she counts me amongst the people she would protect. Raise your Glasses to a happy future for Lucero….Sorry Lucy Collins-Flannagan and her Husband Galen.”

   they hear the double doors at the back of the hall swing open and slow clapping as Parker and Moriarty enter “Such pretty Words, Mister Holmes. To bad i intend for them to be the last words you speak.”  Moriarty said…..As he walked towards Lucy and Sherlock, he gave no mind to the fact that Mary was slowly ushering the people that might be collateral damage out of the room. “Such a lovely bride. It is a shame both of you will die today.”

   Lucy rolled her eyes “really, the great James Moriarty. the one who sat on a throne wearing hte crown jewels all you could muster was the lamest villain line in the whole of creation.” she sighed as Galen released her dress revealing an ivory colored body suit. “You really think a wedding with almost a dozen brilliant minds in attendance didn’t see this coming?” she looks at Sherlock “You deal with this drama queen. I will deal with the emtionally damaged bitch standing next to him. Hello Parker. it’s been a while.” she kicks off her shoes “Bring it on.” Parker attacks her and she easily defends “i see you are still a sloppy fighter. It’s not that you are younger than me you are just not that patient.” just before the villains entered Lucy had Given sherlock her mother’s locket to hold. it was in the inner pocket of his jacket. After everyone was safely out of hte room “Hammy, upi didn’t need to stay.”

   Watson sighed “I am a doctor i have feeling someone will need one eventually.”  he paused “And don’t call me Hammy.” he said with a mocking anger.

   Lucy whispered to Sherlock, just before ducking another attack “He’s adorable when he’s angry.” She wanted him to be her actual uncle to have a fairly sane relative would be a great thing. She caught Parker’s foot and threw her into one of the tables. She was thankful they also had the caterers take the wedding cake outside.

   Quentin whispered to Watson “exactly what are Sherlock and his Nemesis going to do?”

   Watson “Not exactly sure. the only times they have had stand offs have ended with then both being presumed dead. I sitll havenlt forgiven Sherlock for my being hte only one who was never told he was faking his death.” he said

   Lucy “Ouch! Really biting! what are we five year olds in kindergarten.” it was at thispoint that sherlock, watson and quentin would notice a glint of metal in lucy;ls belt loops.

   Watson “How did we not notice she had handcuffs?” he said to Quentin.

   Quentin “she;s always been good at defending but her purpose was never to hurt Parker.”in three moves Lucy gets parker’s hands cuffed behind her.

   "Shelock! Your phone please!" she catches it and hit redial on the most recent call "Jarod! She’s ready now. Remember not prison. Mental Hospital."

   Sherlock winces as Moriarty Punches him in the face. “Really after all that. I would say you fight a like girl. But i’ve seen how Lucy fights. so that woul be an insult.” he takes a gun out and piiunts it at Moriarty “If you ever come after any of my friend again. i will end you! i don;lt care if you are my even match! No one hurts my friends!”

   Lucy “Even though you tried to kill everyone i care about. I won;’t stoop to your level Parker. I will NEVER harm innocent people! so much rage in one person. You’d be a much better fighter if you were never angry!” Lucy collapses in a chair after Jarod escorts Parker out of hte building “What a day this has been! So bloody exhausting.”

   Watson examines her “Wow, you hardly have a mark on you.” he gets a first aid kit and cleans the spots o nher feet where she stepped in broken glass and wraps them in  bandages. “You are an amazing fighter Lucy.”

   Galen “She the defensive fighter in our team. i am the offensive one. Lucy doesn’t like attacking people even if they are attacking her.” they hear a thud as Sherlock goes over to Moriarty and kicks him i nthestomach knocking him unconscious


   Sherlock “because this is my friend weddign day. I will let you live. No more chances.” he looked at lucy “Watson is right. You are a strong er fighter than you seem like you would be.”

   A few weeks later…

   Mary “thanks for being here when John reads th results.”  she looked at Lucy.

   John since we have DNA sampls to compare yours to. i can confirm with a 99.99% certainty that Nathaniel and Patricia Harridge are your parents Mary.” Mary hugs Lucy “That means I have a niece and Nephew.” he hugs Lucy. “wait a minute…you never let parker anywhere near your stomach. and you barely moved.”

   Lucy whispered “Shh, Galen hasn’t figured it out yet. About Ten weeks along.”

   To Be Continued…..

   Saturday, March 08, 2014
   5:41:20 AM