Chapter Four

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{A/N: Pretty sure I just failed my math test. Yaaaaay -_- xxAv}

Raising a teenage daughter was apparently a lot harder then Sherlock anticipated.
"Where you going?" Sherlock asked Pandora, who had just stood up and walked away from the couch.
"I'm putting on my pyjamas, getting a movie and my DVD player then getting in bed." Pandora said coldly before turning.
She still couldn't get over the fact that her mother died, and that she was now living with the man who refused to take care of her as an infant.
As she sat in her room, Pandora put in one of her favorite movies, Les Miserable. She loved the book and the musical, and the new adaptation was amazing to her.
At the end of the day you're another day older,
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor.
It's a struggle, it's a war,
And there's nothing that anyone's giving.
One more day, standing about, what is it for?
One day less to be living.
Pandora realized her life was nowhere as bad, but the song still described her new life well.
As 'I Dreamed a Dream' came on, Pandora heard voices from downstairs.
She paused the movie to listen.
"Get out, Mycroft." Sherlock growled.
"I'm the elder one. You can't tell me what to do." The other man said.
"It's my flat!"
"And she's my niece I deserve to see her again. Her uncle Myc hasn't seen her since her tenth birthday."
"Uncle Myc!" Pandora whispered excitedly.
Mycroft had visited Pandora all the time, spoiling her with gifts, and most importantly, information about her father.
He had last come when Pandora turned ten.
Pandora jumped out of her bed and ran downstairs, still wearing her pyjamas.
"Uncle Myc!" Pandora squealed.
Mycroft laughed and hugged Pandora.
"We've got a lot to talk about." Sherlock said.
Mycroft and Pandora nodded.

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