"Macy," John greeted, his voice laced with what was either concern or worry, she stated.

"Hello, John," she replied without any emotion before taking off her coat.

"Where the hell have you been?" was his first question.

"Out. Needed to think," she mumbled, not even sure John could make out her words; "Where is my father?"

"Out as well. Wait, where did you get that?" he asked, only just noticing the sports bag and backpack she was carrying.

"I needed to get my things eventually, did I not?" she asked before dragging her cases with her.

"Wait, so you went to your mum's house?" John asked and followed her into her room.

"That's... How did you even get the money for that?" he continued while watching her unzip the sports bag.

She pulled out three pairs of pants.

"Macy?"

Followed by four shirts.

"Macy, did you steal them?" John asked.

"Of course I didn't steal them," she mumbled and pulled up a few books which she quickly looked through without even attempting to read them.

"Macy, tell me where you got it!" he ordered.

"Tell me where my father is," she replied and stood up, finally facing him.

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do." He sighed deeply.

"He's with Mary. They kicked me out."

"Why?"

"Sherlock needed advice. I was in the way, I guess," he replied and folded his arms across his chest. Macy looked down and smiled at his attempt at hiding his annoyance.

"Advice on?" she asked and shook her long dark hair out of her face. John thought for a second.

"You." She looked him in the eyes.

"You're telling the truth," she informed. He nodded.

"Macy," he sighed, before sitting down on the bed next to her; "I get it. This is hard. But Sherlock, he's trying."

Macy looked down to her ring, which she was moving from side to side.

"He is, Macy. Harder than I've ever seen him try before," John continued.

"PENROSE!"

Macy quickly stood up and turned to the door through which Sherlock barged only seconds later. He stood still. Looked at his daughter, as she stood before him; body stiff, hands clenched together and eyes worriedly looking at him.

She was trying to see if he was angry, he realised.

"Penrose," he repeated, this time more silent.

"Hi," she mumbled and unfolded her hans.

Sherlock took a deep breath before going towards her and pulling her into an awkward, stiff, utterly horrible and amazing hug.

A/N My sincere apologies for not having updated the last few days - you know how busy life gets with work and exams. Hopefully the second chapter today makes up for it, dear non-existing readers!