askhamishholmeswatson:
lostsoulcalla:
“Hello!” Calla smiled warmly. “You look like someone I know. A mixture of both actually.”
“Hi.” Hamish smiled awkwardly, waving lightly. “Um.. okay, well, I’m Sherlock and John’s son.. if you know them..”
“No…Really??” The girl silently before giggling, “Wow. How far have I been gone not to know this?” She rather spoke to herself before waving slightly, showing her gloved hands. “Well, I know it’s a bit unusual like my own choice of clothing, but…I’m Calla Watson. John’s…sister?”
goodguybadfriends:
lostsoulcalla:
“…Calla…Watson.” Calla had always been uneasy with people from the police force. After all, Henry was a part of them. Her stepbrother. “M-May I help you with something?”
“Calla, do you remember where else you saw me? We both have a friend named Jim. He told me to check up on you.”
“Oh?..Mister Moriarty sent you?” Her eyes brightened. “Ah! I remember! I saw you that day when he called to bring a doctor for me that time. Sorry. I thought…you were doing an undercover work. Please don’t tell anyone where I am. Not to Sherlock, not especially to John. And certainly not to one of your subordinates in the Yard…to a man named Henry.” Her eyes shift from joy in worry in a second. “Please?”
goodguybadfriends:
lostsoulcalla:
“I’ve seen you once. You’re that man from Scotland Yard.”
“You’re right, that is me. My name is Gregory Lestrade. I’m a Detective Inspector. What is your name?”
“…Calla…Watson.” Calla had always been uneasy with people from the police force. After all, Henry was a part of them. Her stepbrother. “M-May I help you with something?”
“Hello!” Calla smiled warmly. “You look like someone I know. A mixture of both actually.”
angelsin221bjw:
lostsoulcalla:
“I’m immune to cold, doctor.” Calla beamed with her usual charming smile. In fact there are a lot of things she’s immune at. And that’s far more worse than just cold. Though of course, cold weather was one of her weaknesses. ”Though, thank you. I wouldn’t refuse an offer of a good gentleman.” With a slight bow of her head, she quietly went inside.
All she wanted was a little talk, that’s all.
John smiles at her and leads her into the parlor. It’s warm there. He walks to the kitchen after gesturing for her to make herself comfortable. “Tea?”
The girl smiled with such politeness. “Yes, please. Thank you.” Looking around the place before she took a seat in one of the couch, trying her best to sit without hurting herself with her wounds that are still healing.
the-wizard-of-london:
David pressed his lips together into a thin line. He didn’t like the direction this conversation was taking. He’d always thought of Calla as an innocent young girl, but he had a feeling he was about to be proven wrong.
He sighed and turned his head to face her. “Why wouldn’t I? Listen, I have more than my fair share of flaws, but I promise you disloyalty isn’t one of them.” He smiled wanly. “Believe you me, whatever you’ve done, I’ve probably done worse. You have nothing to fear as far as I’m concerned.”
“Someone told me that too…” A small smile was painted across her lips as her voice faded. “..but it’s not really her to blame. Just thought…well…” Calla let out another deep sigh as she remembered that day as if it was yesterday.
“David…what if I told you…I…I believe I killed someone? Would you be mad at me too?” Her gloved hands played nervously as it sit on her lap. Like an invisible itch that even though her wounds are already healing, it won’t exactly disappear. “I didn’t mean to…or maybe…maybe I do…my saviour told me he deserved it though. And my mind agrees with him.”
“…John.” Calla’s voice was barely inaudible as she laid her eyes on the doctor.
“I’ve seen you once. You’re that man from Scotland Yard.”
the-wizard-of-london:
lostsoulcalla:
Calla smiled rather weakly, hearing the sincerity in his voice before turning her head to the dark sky. She frowned. No stars.
“Did it ever occur to you, David…why I, as people often say, dress too much?” She asked not looking back at him.
For a moment, David pursed his lips in thought. Well, he had certainly wondered about it, but had never thought to ask. He shook his head slowly.
“It’s not just a fashion statement?” he asked, his lips curved in a small smile. “No, it hadn’t. What’s the reasoning behind it?”
The girl chuckled. “Well. It is. Of course it is. It’s a bit of both. My stepfather, he made me wear this, in compensation to what he did to me when I was young.” When she turned, even when she was smiling at him, fear and worry was all on her eyes. “If I told you everything, my secrets… will you still stay with me?” She had enough people leaving her…Sherlock’s sister…her own brother and Sherlock. David was one of those she didn’t want to lose since she had no friends. Just one.
Him.
