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Prologue

Title: Prologue

Word count: 1,586

Characters: John Watson and Matilda May

Warnings: Hints of abuse, unedited.

Notes: So here’s the prologue of my Sherlock story. It’s shorter compared to the next chapter I’m currently working on. If there are any triggers please tell me so I can add them to the tags. I haven’t edited it yet so take all typos and grammar mistakes with a grain of salt.

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The waiting room was nothing like she'd imagined it being. It was small and crowded. Crowded with sick adults and sick children. It appeared each and every seat was filled by someone. Not everyone was sick but they were clearly afflicted with some sort of ailment or issue, very few appeared to only be in for a casual check up. Every now and then a nurse would come call out a name and off the patient in question went. They'd disappear behind the plain painted blue doors.

At least the waiting room had some form of entertainment for the young children. A small flat screen hanging from the wall about the children's area. She'd seen it on her way in, mutedly broadcasting Peppa Pig, that hadn't interested her in the slightest. Instead she focused her attention on the floor, head down trying to bring as little attention to herself as she possibly could.

She didn't dare touch the toys. Not only were they colourfully decorated breeding grounds for germs, they weren't hers. And she'd been rigorously taught, never touch what doesn't belong to you.

So she sat. Sat amongst the grownups in the room. Her neighbour seated to her right a complete stranger seated to her left.

A sharp acidic smell burned her nostrils. An unmistakable mixture of both cheap booze and classless cigarettes. She had a hunch the foul smelling stranger beside her engaged in the distasteful hobbies as her father.

She wanted to look, to just sneak a peek at the person beside her, but again that was something she knew better than to do. So she kept her eyes, those deep, earthy brown orbs, trained on her old trainers. They were so worn, her big toe was pushing its way through her right toe cap.

All she could do was sit and listen to the gentle repetitive tune of the wait rum music. It's soft rhythmic hum provided some comfort. It was enough to relax the poor girl's tense muscles. She didn't want to be there. She couldn't be there. But there she was and she felt utterly sick.

It was her well to do neighbour who'd made the appointment. The young woman claimed she wanted to ease some of the weight off the girl's busy father's shoulders. The child had had questions but thought it better not to ask them. She should have been more bold. Then perhaps she wouldn't be there.

Her neighbour, Cartia Hennigan, was a lovely young woman approaching her early thirties. She often meant well but had a tendency to overstep her bounds. Nonetheless, the little girl couldn't help but feel pity for the woman. Cartia, all her kindness and charity was nothing more than a façade, covering her great loneliness.

The little girl twiddles her thumbs, replaying the unfortunate event that landed her little butt in the stiff plastic chair. I have to be less of myself, she swore, this never would have happened if I had.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Her forehead throbbed, as if her brain was protesting. Her rational analysis was fighting against her self blame. She massaged her temple with her left index and middle fingers, pressing her right arm tightly against her stomach. It didn't help.

She sat straight, mimicking the posture of a proud queen, eyes still shut, she placed her palms on her knees gripping the fabric of her pant leg. In times of great distress she often found it best to disappear. Unfortunately, unlike the deep sea pelagic octopod she couldn't actually become invisible. She could retreat to the quiet sanctity of her own mind.

Some people retreat to what they call a "happy place". Her? Well... At least she had some place all her own, where the world would slowly fade away.

"Matilda Hennigan.”

Her little head flew up, eyes snapping to the kindly nurse standing in the door separating the waiting room from the rest of the clinic.

Her eyes darted to Cartia who was already standing, walking toward the blue, aluminum trim door. Her eyes widened, pupils anxiously constricting, she quickly pushed herself out of her seat then hurriedly followed after her neighbor.

When she finally reached the door she cast one more nervous glance up at her neighbor. "Shall we?" the nurse smiles warmly and holds the door open wider for the two to enter.

JWJWJW

Matilda sat on at the practice table hands folded like so, neatly rested on her lap. She had to admit this wasn't going as terrible as she'd originally envisioned it going. From what her father had told her, the doctors clinic was an utterly awful place reserved for terrible, no good people. And Matilda was certain she wasn't a terrible person. Or at least she tried not to be.

Her dad mustn't have done his research or had to have been thinking of another clinic. This one was adequate.

The nurse was nice enough. Mary? Yes, that was her name.

She was kind, she made the tedious tests Matilda was forced to endure more bearable. She'd commented on how cute Matilda purple pink polka dotted leggings were. And even promised the little girl a lollipop before she left.

Mary did however seem suspicious when Cartia explained the reason for her bringing Matilda to the clinic in the first place. Matilda wasn't sure why, maybe the explanation sounded weird. It was rather silly. She shouldn't have been playing so close to the stairs.

Matilda tried not to vocalise her disappointment when Mary left to retrieve the doctor, but failed accidentally letting slip a small puppy like whimper. It was unintentional and it bothered her.

Now she sat in the room, not quite alone, with her neighbour. Matilda hated the dressing gown. It left her exposed, back half vulnerable and visible.

At the very least if she moved in front of the mirror she could count how many freckles dotted her skin back there. Maybe like her forehead, nose, and cheeks they formed shapes in a connect the dots kind of way.

Matilda pushes herself up and jumps to the floor. Pain sliced upward like a swift blade through her left ankle. This unbalanced her making her landing less than perfect she ignored the feeling knowing the pain would subside momentarily. Then under the critically watchful eyes of Cartia, she pressed forward across the room toward the only thing that interested her. At least now that Mary was gone.

It was like most things in the public clinic, cheap, only standing about two Tildas tall. Matilda, standing a little less than an arms length away from the mirror, extended an arm gently resting her hand on the smooth reflective glass. It felt cool, good against her skin.

She stared at her reflection, eyes narrowing. She angled her body to one side. She didn't get why both Cartia and Mary seemed worried. She thought she looked fine.

Two rich brown eyes sparkled back at her - the colour of the earth after long torrential rains. Freckles dotted her face, like a chaotic mess of chipped marble. Matilda loved her freckles. A tumble of stringy blonde hair, with dark brown roots, messily pulled back into a low lopsided pony-tail hung between her shoulder blades. Yeah she looked fine.

Hold on. Matilda rolled her tongue across her cheek. There was a jagged cut that'd scabbed over on the right side of her temple, giving her a Harry Potter esque mark.

Matilda frowned, noticing the somewhat sickening shade of blackish blue on her skin, creeping out from beneath the neck lining of her dressing gown. Matilda pulled her collar down revealing a dark purple bruise spreading from the lower half of her neck to her shoulder.

Matilda could feel a lump form in her throat. Still... nothing to worry about. Bruises fade. She shouldn't have played so close to the stairs.

JWJWJW

Matilda heard the door open and shut, it's swift creaking noise made her arms go rigid.

The Doctor entered in a cable crew neck sweater and dark almost black jeans, his pepper salted hair was closely cropped. He had a face like some guy that'd seen much pain, and suffered much loss.

"Hello." Greeting the two, he had the posture of a soldier but after shaking hands with Cartia he visibly relaxed. "What's your name?" His voice came out like he'd just pulled a double shift the day prior, only functioning because he was running on six cups of tea.

Whilst he exchanged casual pleasantries Cartia, Matilda mindfully walked around him back to her seat at the practice table.

She knew how to keep a poker face, even in uncomfortable situations. As she went she observed the doctor carefully, eyes critically analysing every last detail of the pale man. Matilda bit her inner cheek. She'd found it was always best to keep her final findings to herself. Kept her out of trouble.

Dr. Watson gave a brief look at his clipboard before turning to Matilda. Already still, she felt a tight knot form in her chest, under his gaze. He knelt in front of Matilda, allowing her to see the stethoscope draped round his neck. Her first thought, strangulation hazard.

She leaned back sitting further in your seat. "Hey there, you must be Matilda." Her breathing stopped momentarily as the man extended his hand out for her to shake. "What a lovely name." He gave her a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet. "I'm your doctor, Doctor Watson."

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I actually really enjoyed writing this story and it might be the one I chose to continue. I’ve seen stories where Sherlock has a child but none with John and so I’m writing this. Her name is Matilda in honour of my favourite reading character as a child. I hope she lives up to her namesake. She doesn’t have a last name as far as anyone thus far is aware hence her name being Matilda May. Her first name and second middle name. I do enjoy this story but am considering another for front runner of the year.

More Weblings Stuff

I’m had some time to come up with new stuff and with Far From Home out might as well post it now.

Trenner B. Parker

Has social anxiety.

Only two real friends.

Procrastinator.

Greatest pillow fort maker.

Sucks at baseball

Freckles!!!

Playlist consist of Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, and AC/DC Waitress

Gets a stupid cat.

Insist he hates Roo.

Cocky

Secretly loves the kitten.

Play’s Mario Kart against his dad.

Peter let’s him win.

Will join, go to work with his mother and organize her files.

He’s not OCD, your OCD.

Neat bedroom.

Elodie is the only one allowed to touch his autographed helmet signed by Ant-man.

Allergic to Tomatoes

Two misfit best friends, Alex and Myrian.

When his energy is drained he becomes such a snuggle boy.

He naps with his sister when he gets home.

He drools in his sleep.

Also quite the snorer.

Thinks Noir is awesome

Elodie M. Parker

Loves baseball.

Has beat her brother at baseball.

Her stuffed animals have invaded the house.

Girl’s days are spent sightseeing and eating out usually at Dos Toros Taqueria.

Messy eater.

Birth father will just pop in.

It’s awkward.

Hispanic descent

Santa is a creep who breaks in and steals cookies.

Sticks her tongue out when coloring.

Names cat, Roo.

Stashes snacks around the house.

She’s going to be a polar bear when she grows up.

Celebrates Dia De Los Muertos.

Thumb sucker.

Learned ballet from Gwen

Can only fall asleep listening to bedtime stories.

Peter has taken her to a gas station at 2 in the morning for ice cream.

Of course there’s a sandwich in the couch, it’s the perfect hiding place

Obsessed with fuzzy socks

Second language is Spanish

Plays trumpet and violin

Wants her mom’s red hair

Might be a mutant

Loves snow

Will run, when walking if her hand is not being held

Listens to Sunflower with Miles

He may have filmed her goofily dancing to the song

If she can’t be a polar bear then she’ll be a penguin.

The Weblings

So I watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider Verse over break. I’ve seen all the Spidersones and they are amazing. But I can’t stop thinking about one thing y’all seem to be sleeping on. Peter and MJ. It’s pretty much implied that they try to make it work and get back together.

So here’s what I’m thinking. Peter and MJ got back together and decide to give kids a try but they’ve reached that age where having kids is difficult. Instead they adopt. A nine year old boy, Trenner and four year old girl Elodie. I wish I could draw but I can’t so here’s what they’d be like. In my opinion.

Trenner B. Parker

* Wild and untamed.

* Peter and MJ sign him up for plenty of after school activities to hopefully drain his energy. He

* Excels in soccer, and loves the Robotic team.

* Wants a dog.

* Plenty of late nights working on projects with his dad.

* Is protective of his sister.

* The best superhero is Spider-Man

* Mama’s boy.

* Baking wiz. (Honestly you haven’t lived until you’ve tried his chocolate lava cake.)

* Birth parents not in the picture.

* Wants a dog.

* Average intelligence.

* Never washes his blankets, they loose their softness.

* Seriously this boy wants a dog!

* Favorite movie Die Hard.

* He will beat anyone’s ass if they pick on his sister.

* Will only do apology dance for Elodie.

* In the middle of the social tower at school. Not quite popular but not unpopular.

* Will take his mom’s side.

* Yes he loves his dad.

* On guys night they sit in the shower eating pizza and contemplate life.

Elodie M. Parker

* Soft spoken and shy.

* Daddy’s girl.

* Only talks to her dad.

* Will yell if she’s pushed enough.

* Wants a ferret.

* Coolest superhero is Bruce Banner, not the hulk, Bruce Banner.

* Always does her dad’s hair.

* Fry stealer (Guard your food).

* Nickname “El”.

* Might be mutant.

* Tries to stick to the ceiling like her dad.

* Has broken her arm twice.

* Has Peter wrapped around her finger.

* Still sucks her thumb.

* Wants to be a ninja.

* Doctor Who nerd. (She has a TARDIS nightlight).

* When she has a nightmare Peter will hold her upside down. They’ll sleep on the ceiling like bats. He has never dropped her.

* Follows her brother like a puppy.

I don’t really know how to describe this feeling other than stressful, so I decided to draw it

Please let me draw and “sketchnote”

This is the best Marvel edit I’ve ever seen WOW!! ❤️

The Weblings

So I watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider Verse over break. I’ve seen all the Spidersones and they are amazing. But I can’t stop thinking about one thing y’all seem to be sleeping on. Peter and MJ. It’s pretty much implied that they try to make it work and get back together.

So here’s what I’m thinking. Peter and MJ got back together and decide to give kids a try but they’ve reached that age where having kids is difficult. Instead they adopt. A nine year old boy, Trenner and four year old girl Elodie. I wish I could draw but I can’t so here’s what they’d be like. In my opinion.

Trenner B. Parker

* Wild and untamed.

* Peter and MJ sign him up for plenty of after school activities to hopefully drain his energy. He

* Excels in soccer, and loves the Robotic team.

* Wants a dog.

* Plenty of late nights working on projects with his dad.

* Is protective of his sister.

* The best superhero is Spider-Man

* Mama’s boy.

* Baking wiz. (Honestly you haven’t lived until you’ve tried his chocolate lava cake.)

* Birth parents not in the picture.

* Wants a dog.

* Average intelligence.

* Never washes his blankets, they loose their softness.

* Seriously this boy wants a dog!

* Favorite movie Die Hard.

* He will beat anyone’s ass if they pick on his sister.

* Will only do apology dance for Elodie.

* In the middle of the social tower at school. Not quite popular but not unpopular.

* Will take his mom’s side.

* Yes he loves his dad.

* On guys night they sit in the shower eating pizza and contemplate life.

Elodie M. Parker

* Soft spoken and shy.

* Daddy’s girl.

* Only talks to her dad.

* Will yell if she’s pushed enough.

* Wants a ferret.

* Coolest superhero is Bruce Banner, not the hulk, Bruce Banner.

* Always does her dad’s hair.

* Fry stealer (Guard your food).

* Nickname “El”.

* Might be mutant.

* Tries to stick to the ceiling like her dad.

* Has broken her arm twice.

* Has Peter wrapped around her finger.

* Still sucks her thumb.

* Wants to be a ninja.

* Doctor Who nerd. (She has a TARDIS nightlight).

* When she has a nightmare Peter will hold her upside down. They’ll sleep on the ceiling like bats. He has never dropped her.

* Follows her brother like a puppy.