{A/N: Hiiiii. I'm sorry about randomly throwing in these two characters, but I'm writing them for two of my best friends, who are both sick in the hospital :( I haven't seen either of them in an entire year and I thought what better way to think of the, then writing them into my story. Love you guys! xxAv}
"Wait, Sherlock freaking Holmes is your father?" Santo asked Pandora.
"Yeah!" Pandora nodded excitedly.
"Dios mio." Mari sighed.
"That explains why you're the smartest person in the galaxy." Santo joked.
The trio talked and laughed, asking about the last three months where they had lost contact.
"Call you guys later." Pandora grinned, waving goodbye to her friends.
"Adios, amiga!" Mari smiled, kissing her friend's cheeks.
Pandora closed the front door and walked over to her father's room. For the past two hours he had been sitting there, playing his violin obnoxiously loud.
"Stop pouting!" Pandora shouted, knocking on the door. She walked in and sat on the bed next to Sherlock.
"Who are they?"
"What did you get from looking?" Pandora asked.
"Stop pretending you're the father." Sherlock grumbled. "They're twins, ridiculously close to each other. I've never seen any brother-sister relationship like that. Their mother is from Puerto Rico, their father is from Spain, but he left them and moved to California, and the others moved to London when they were mm, four- no, three years old."
"Anything else?"
"The girl had anxiety, and the boy has depression, which you know. They also have a dog, a golden lab, and one cat. You met them at nursery school when you were four, your mother and their mother became best friends. That's about it."
"How'd you get all of that?"
"They are surprisingly easy to read." Sherlock said. "What will you tell me now?"
"Well, you're right. Maria Elena and Santiago Rodriguez, twins born in Boston. When they were two years old their father left them and moved to California, and Miss Rodriguez moved to Spain with them. A year later she moved them to London for work, and mum met her at the office. The three of us met at the office nursery, I had thrown blocks at Santo. We've been best friends since then, and nothing really separates us." Pandora explained.
"Odd."
"Normal."
Sherlock shrugged and pulled his violin up again.
"Can I study the case notes?" Pandora asked.
Sherlock nodded, drawing his bow out, the violin emitting a perfect G-sharp.
"Thora, I'm sorry for leaving you at the Watson's. I was just a bit... Sentimental." Sherlock said to his daughter.
"No problem." Pandora yawned.
Sitting back down in the bed, Pandora sat back to back with Sherlock, reading all the notes. She slowly drifted off into a light sleep, the sound of Beethoven still echoing in her mind.
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Fanfiction{COMPLETED} Sherlock Holmes knew of his daughter. He just never knew her. He knew that one day he might have to go to her house and say hello, then pop off. He never expected she'd be with him. Pandora Holmes knew she had a father. She knew his name...
