I AM ALIVE! Hello dear readers! It's been a couple of days! How are you?! I'm good! Anyway, I am back and have not forgotten about this story! I hope you enjoy! 

Ps. The outfit is what she will be wearing soon.  And the other clothes will show as we go. 

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The next morning I woke up to the smell of eggs. Slowly I opened my eyes but quickly closed them as I was assaulted by the sun coming in through the windows. Sighing, I opened my eyes again, and this time I managed to keep them open and sit up. "Ah, good morning." A voice said. It took me approximately 2.3 seconds to realize it was John. I looked up and noticed him sitting in his chair with a cup of tea. "Your breakfast is in the kitchen. Feel free to grab it and come eat out here." He continued. I nodded and stood up. I wrapped the blanket around me and waddled to the kitchen. I was not at all surprised to find science equipment sitting on the table. Nor was I surprised to find body parts laying around. I closed my eyes, shaking my head then reopened my eyes and grabbed my plate, being careful with my arm and headed back to my sofa. Once I sat down, silence ensued. That was till Sherlock decided to join us.

"John, were is my coffee?" Sherlock grumbled. John sighed before grudgingly getting up and making Sherlock his coffee. "Hey, Sherlock?" John called from the kitchen. "Yes, John?" Sherlock answered, sitting himself down in his chair and grabbed the newspaper. "Were you playing your violin last night after I went to bed?" John asked, causing me to drop my head because I knew it was me. "Ummm...no." Sherlock said, not looking up. John came back and he wore a confused look. "If not you then who?" He asked. Slowly I raised my hand. "You?!" John asked. I nodded still not looking up. "It was beautiful!" John exclaimed. Now that caused me to look up, and quickly grab my notepad. I wrote on it quickly. Thank you! It read. John looked at it and smiled. "You're very welcome." Then once again it went quiet.

Few minutes later I finished my breakfast, but didn't want to disturb the peace so I just sat there until someone decided to get up. And sure enough not even two minutes later John got up and went to take his cup back to kitchen, and I followed. I got up and walked towards the kitchen. Unfortunately I was looking at the ground as I was walking and didn't see John turn the corner. We bumped into each other, which shouldn't have hurt yet it did. It sent a giant wave of pain through my body. Black spots appeared on the side of my vision until it covered my vision completely, I never felt myself hit the ground.

~Time skip...brought to you by me being to lazy to do this in another POV~

I woke up to the sound of people speaking. "John, she has more injuries then she let on." A feminine voice spoke. "That was fairly obvious. I mean she collapsed just by bumping into me!" John exclaimed. "How extensive are her injuries?" A male voice asked. "Sherlock..." The feminine voice started before she was interrupted. "Molly." Sherlock said, not really in the mood. "Molly" sighed before answering. "Multiple broken ribs a few cracked. Broken wrist. Sprained ankle...multiple cuts and bruises. It's a wonder how she survived a year of this, or more." She said. Great! They told her my story. I thought, still "asleep". "Sherlock." Molly sighed. "She- she never really healed. She was beat until she couldn't take it the beat again. She was never properly healed." Molly said, followed by a gasp from John. Okay! I'm done being talked about! I thought before blinking my eyes, allowing the light in. "She's awake." Molly said. I groaned quietly as I sat up. I blinked again and looked around my surroundings. John was on my left, Sherlock leaned against a counter as far from me as possible and there was a women in front of me, I assume she was Molly. "How are you feeling?" She asked. I looked around for my notepad, but couldn't find it. "Oh!" John said, realizing was I want and handed it to me. I nodded my thanks before writing on the pad that I felt fine before handing it to Molly. She nodded before handing it back. "I'm Molly Hooper." She said, holding out her hand to shake mine. Quickly I wrote my name handing it to her before shaking her hand. She looked at it and seemed sad when she read my last name. I looked at her and watched her subtly look over at Sherlock. Then it clicked in my brain. Likes Sherlock... 31 ye- no! Stop! I yelled at myself, before zoning back into the conversation. "Amaya." John said, causing me to look at him. "We did a paternity test to see if you are Sherlock's daughter." He continued. I just nodded. "It should be about done." Molly said before disappearing around the corner. Few minutes later she reappeared with the results in hand. Her face was paler then it was before. She looked up at me then Sherlock then John. John held out his hand silently asking for the results. Molly's hand shook as she handed him the results. It went quiet after that as John read over the paper. "Congratulations Sherlock. It's a girl." John said making me roll my eyes as he tried to get rid of some of the tension in the room. After that...everything went down hill.

Sherlock kinda lost it. He ended up making things fly off a nearby table scaring Molly and John half to death, yet I expected it. "She can't be my daughter!" He said, facing away from everyone and his hands on the table. "She isn't my daughter!" He exclaimed. Everyone froze at that. Yet once again, I expected. I nodded before jumping off the table carefully. I grabbed my coat and scarf and put the on. "Amaya! Were are you going?" John asked, standing. I wrote on my notepad and handed it to him. "Out?!" He exclaimed. I nodded before disappearing out the door. Behind me I could hear John yelling at Sherlock.

I walked out of the hospital and took a left down the street. I walked what seemed like hours before I was interrupted. A black car came to a stop next to me, causing me to stop and stare. I watched as the door opened and a man came out wearing a suit and holding an umbrella. He had an aura that shouted important. British Government. I deduced. "Are you Amaya Holmes?" The man asked, looking at me. I nodded looking up at him. "Follow me please." He said. My brow furrowed but I followed him anyway. I knew he didn't work for Moriarty so I assumed he was safe. The man got in the car and I followed suit. Once I was in the car took off again. "Now, my dear. You must be confused." He said, turning to look at me. I shrugged. "I am Mycroft Holmes..." He said, while I smirked smugly at him, already knowing the end of his sentence. I wrote on my notepad: Sherlock Holmes' brother. I handed it to him and smiled. "Ye-yes that is correct." He said, handing it back. "Very smart for your age." He said. I rolled my eyes. I am a Holmes. I said. Mycroft smirked. "I suppose that is correct." After that, Mycroft explained a few things and when he was done we were at the mall. "We are going to get you some clothes." He said, getting out of the car.

In the end I finally had my own clothes. I had many button up shirts and black pants. A pair of boots along with a pair of shoes, a black nightie and a hair ties and a hair brush and other necessities. Mycroft was not at all surprised when he saw what I got but he also seemed a little upset. Once I was done we headed back to the car, where Mycroft looked the other way while I got dressed in a white shirt and black pants. Once my clothes were on I tapped Mycroft on the shoulder and he turned around. I reached into another bag and pulled out the box that contained my black boots. I carefully placed them on my feet and laced them up, careful of my arm. Once my boots were laced up I grabbed a hair tie and my hair brush and brushed out my hair. Still being careful of my arm I tied my hair up in a high pony tail, after that I pulled my coat back on, followed by my scarf. I placed everything back in the bags and turned to Mycroft. "Lovely." He said. I nodded my thanks and looked forward. The car ride was quiet until we got to our destination. "Well my dear, I've kept you long enough. Give my brother my love." He said. I smiled before getting out. I wrote on my notepad one more time. Thank you Mr. Holmes. I wrote and handed it to him. "Call me Mycroft." He said, to which I nodded before closing the door and headed up to my home. ((The boots are below, I didn't know where else to put them))

I reached up to the knocker and pulled it back before letting it fall on the door. Inside I heard a muffled shout, followed by quiet footsteps."Hello?" A women said when she opened the door. "Are you here for Sherlock Holmes?" She asked. I nodded, and the women opened the door further allowing me access. I nodded my thanks. She closed the door before heading towards the stairs and made her ascent, I followed behind her, still carrying my bags. She reached the door that led to my home and opened the door. "Sherlock, dear, you have a client." She said. I just smirked, I was not a client. "That's lovely, Mrs. Hudson. Who is-" John said, cutting himself off when I came into view. "Amaya! Thank goodness!" He exclaimed, rushing over to me and wrapping his arms around me, to which I stood frozen, almost to afraid to move. "Oh! John, you know her?" Mrs. Hudson asked. John nodded. "Mrs. Hudson, this is Amaya...Sherlock's....Daughter." He said, gulping. "Daughter?!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed. I nodded, smiling at her, before holding out my hand after I shift the bag to my other hand. "What a surprise! It's lovely to meet you my dear. I'm Mrs. Hudson." She said, shaking my hand. "Well, I'll leave you." She said, releasing my hand and disappeared back down stairs. Once she was gone I placed my bags on the floor and looked around. It would seem that John had went back to his chair while I was introduced to Mrs. Hudson, lovely lady. Smirking, knowing I would get a lecture I walked into the living area. John sat in his chair with a cuppa, while Sherlock sat in his, hands under his chin in the shape of a steeple. I rolled my eyes and walked towards my sofa. I pulled my notepad from my pocket and placed it on the sofa. I already deduced some of the questions that John would ask so I had wrote the answers down a head of time (most of them done while "talking" with Mrs. Hudson). "So, Amaya where were you?" John asked. I reached down and handed John the pad without looking. "With Mycroft." He read out loud. I smirked again as Sherlock came out of his trance. "What?" He asked. "Amaya was with your brother." John clarified. Sherlock groaned. I turned around and made my hand in a book shape and acted like I was flipping the page. John got the idea and flipped the page. "Mycroft sends his love." John read. While John asked questions, and I made a flipping sign I decided to take of my coat and scarf and lounge on the couch, laying on my back and continued to make a flipping sign bored out of my mind. Finally John finished and I stood up, with a face that said "Finally!". I walked over to the bookshelf that was near Sherlock and looked at the books. Finally I grabbed one off the shelf and headed back to my sofa. I sat down and before opening the book I noticed John and Sherlock staring at me open mouthed. "You grew in confidence." John said laughing. I rolled my eyes, then got up again and went to my bags. I reached in one and pulled out Sherlock's shirt. I went back to my sofa, then turned towards Sherlock and chucked the shirt at his face causing John to chuckle. I smiled at him before sitting down and open my book and read, ignoring everything else around me. 

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So yes, clearly she gained more confidence. And she still won't talk yet...not quite there but almost. Anyway more coming soon! Love you my dear readers! Vote and Comment! 

(#Sorrynotsorry ) Live Long and Prosper, 

Rae