Sherlock x Sister Reader (Part 2)
Mentions some season 4 stuff! (TFP) Excuse me if some of the dialogue isn’t exactly what is said in the show.
Warning!: Mentions of death, Language, slight angst. Is fluff a warning? Clowns? (Don’t worry no pictures.)
The reaction I got, was not what I was expecting. John looks at me with absolute hate and confusion. He then pulls out his gun and points it at me. “Whoa! Why are you pointing that at me?” John scoffs, “Stop messing around. You are Eurus, the ‘East Wind.’ You shot me.” Sherlock intervenes, “She shot you with a tranquilizer dart.” I look back and forth when they were exchanging words. I look more at John since he stills has a gun at my head. “I’m not Eurus. I just arrived here, and to be honest I couldn’t remember your name. So how is it possible for me to even have a chance to shoot you.” This sparks some reasoning with John and he lowers the gun. I, unintentionally, let out a sigh of relief. I look over to Sherlock to see his reaction to all the drama. He looks like he is in shock. Trying to figure out how this is all possible. “I have an idea. We’re going to pay a visit to Mycroft.” Mycroft? Would he remember me? I nod but I ask a question that pops into my mind, “What exactly are we going to do?” Sherlock give a devious smile, “We’re going to see if you are who you say you are, and possibly find out who Eurus is.” Sherlock tells us most the plan, but not all. “We need Mycroft to tell the truth.” Sherlock says pacing the apartment. I didn’t have the courage to say what was on my mind until John spoke up, “I think (Y/N) may have a thought.” I look over at John shocked. “Well then please do enlighten us.” Sherlock looks straight at you, “Well if Mycroft is as stubborn and ‘cold’, as some would say, he more than likely will not tell a single truth unless he is completely terrified.” Sherlock smiles, “That’s actually a great idea.”
When we arrive at Mycroft’s home, it’s dark and semi-cloudy. Sherlock hired two people, a person dressed as a girl and a man dressed as a clown. When I saw the clown, I looked away immediately, ‘I hate clowns.’ I never liked them since childhood, I personally blame Stephen King. “What exactly are you planning to do, Sherlock?” I ask. Sherlock lets out a sigh, “Isn’t it obvious? Only an ordinary wouldn’t see it.” I shake my head. It may be obvious to him and John may be able to understand, but I wasn’t like my brother, I didn’t see the “obvious,” only what would make sense. A person dressed as a girl and a clown didn’t match making any sense. Sherlock clearly annoyed, “I’m going to see if brother mine can confirm that I have a little sister, in this case two, and if he is terrified of her. Not you obviously, but Eurus.” Sherlock looks at his phone, “Let’s get started, shall we.” I watch as Sherlock leads the way the east side of the house. I stay behind for a bit and think, ‘He is clearly disappointed that I’m ordinary.’ I look up and John is a few steps ahead, and is looking at me. I decide it’s time I start walking. “Don’t let him get to you. He doesn’t know how to tell things nicely.” I nod. “You aren’t like your brothers, are you?” I look up at him, “You believe that I’m their sister?” John smiles, “I’m not sure yet, but I can tell that you really want their approval. It’ll actually be a relief to know that one of the Holmes is ordinary.” It is my turn to smile, “Thank you John, I really appreciate what you said.” The moment was interrupted when Sherlock’s voice called out in a hushed whisper, “Come on you two. The job is almost done, and it’ll be our turn.” We jog to catch up to Sherlock. “John, (Y/N), wait by the door, and enter the room after lights come on.” John and I both nod in understanding. Sherlock pulls his hat as far down as it would go on his head and walks past the large windows to one that is open. He walks through the window, and I hear a whistle and the lights come on, “Time to go.” John says and I follow him through the wooden door.
I look around the corner to see Mycroft, my oldest brother, and he looks terrified and angry. ‘I would be terrified if I saw a clown with a sword too.’ Mycroft looks at Sherlock, “This was all you?” Yeah, he was clearly mad. “What for?” Sherlock looks down at Mycroft clearly annoyed at the fact that he lied to Sherlock all this time. “Conclusion 3. You are terrified of her.” Mycroft runs a hand down his face, “But why?” John walks in, “New information, she’s out.” Mycroft turns and faces him, “That’s not possible.” John walks closer, “She shot me.” Sherlock sighs, “With a tranquilizer.” Sherlock comes down the stairs and says something that isn’t quite audible for me. I hear Mycroft’s voice, “You’re just leaving?” “We’re not staying here if Eurus is coming and it seems your security has been disabled.” I hear a door open, “Sleep well!”
“Dr. Watson, why would he do that? It was insane!” John stops in front of him, “Probably because someone told him that you wouldn’t tell the truth unless you were wetting yourself.” Mycroft looks at John, “Someone?” I decide that now was a good time to walk into the room, “Probably me.” Mycroft looks over at me, and I couldn’t see how he felt. “So you’re just going?” Mycroft looks at John, “Oh don’t worry there’s a place for people like you, the terrified and desperate.” “What place?” John smirks, “221B Baker Street.” John leaves.
Mycroft looks at me, at first confused, and then realization hits, “(Y/N)?” When I nod, I am taken by surprise when Mycroft hugs me. The big macho man, the one who is cold, the one who doesn’t show emotion is hugging me after hearing my name. I let him pull away first, “What was that for? You never seemed to care when I was in the United States.” He looks down at me with a look of shock. “Uncle Rudy told us you were dead.” A complete look of utter shock cross my face. “What?!” Mycroft holds a hand up to stop me before continuing his story, “He told mum, dad, and I that you had a drowning accident and that no body was found.” The shock turns into rage, “You thought I was dead because our uncle says there wasn’t a body found?!” I start pacing, something I do when I’m nervous or extremely pissed. “You are a-the- government! It didn’t cross your mind that there wasn’t a body, which means, I could still very well be alive!” I shout, trying my hardest not to let the tears slide down. I look at Mycroft and the hurt in his eyes stopped every muscle in my body, “You trust every word our uncle says without hesitation, don’t you?” Mycroft looks at you to show you how sorry he was without saying it, “No. I want to hear you say it.” I knew I was being harsh on him, it isn’t his fault. Mycroft walks over to me and places his hands on my shoulders, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). Had I known you were alive, I would’ve come to your aid whenever you needed it.” I look down, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. It’s not your fault.” I sigh, “The calls from mum made my days brighter, and what Uncle Rudolph is cruel and low.” I give my big brother a hug, “Please come by the apart-” I stop remembering what country I’m in, “flat, and ease both Sherlock’s and my mind about Eurus.” Mycroft nods, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, sister mine.” I couldn’t help but smile as I walk out of the mansion.
“What are you smiling for?” Sherlock asks when we leave in the taxi, cab, whatever. John looks at me from my left and Sherlock on my right, “You will be seeing Mycroft tomorrow.” John smiles, “You convinced him to come?” I nod and Sherlock nods as well. “Good work, (Y/N).” I smiled even more, if that was even possible. “Thank you. I guess I’ll be looking for a hotel to sleep in tonight. Any suggestions?” John turns from the window, “Why not sleep at the flat? There’s enough room.” Sherlock has a different plan, “I would suggest asking Mrs. Hudson for the flat next to hers or ours.” John leans over to face Sherlock more, “You must be joking right? She’s your sister.” I smile knowing John is finally on my side of the whole relation thing. “Yes, but I think since she’ll be staying longer, why not offer a more suitable living.” I don’t know what the silent conversation was about but I could imagine that there was more to the flat that meets the eye. John nods, “Yes. Yes, that actually sounds like a better option, but for tonight she can sleep in our flat.” Sherlock nods, “Until you are settled.” I give John a quick hug, and turn to give Sherlock one, but his expression told me not to. This didn’t damper my mood because I could put myself in his shoes. That’s my Holmes’ “ability,” I can understand a person’s action. I am pulled from my thoughts when my phone dings, “Who is that?” Sherlock asks. I look to see it was an update in breaking news, “It is not a who, it’s my news app.” John nods and doesn’t ask anything else, “What do you need that for?” I shrug, “It’s usually just to warn me about severe weather. The update must now include all emergency news.” Sherlock turns his head towards the window.
A few minutes later, we are at the flat. The same old lady welcomes us, and I realize that she is Mrs. Hudson. I head upstairs with the boys. “There’s only two beds.” Sherlock states. I give a nod and head towards the couch, “That’s okay, I can sleep here.” John was about to object, “She’s made her decision, John.” John nods. “Goodnight (Y/N).” I smile at John, “Goodnight.” I didn’t even see Sherlock go into his room, and so I whisper him a goodnight as well. I lay down on the couch and pull the throw over me, and let sleep take me. I wasn’t fully unconscious, when I feel a heavier blanket placed on me. I also was able to feel the soft kiss to my forehead, “Goodnight (Y/N).” The last thing I hear is Sherlock’s diminishing footsteps.
I am so glad you all liked the first part!
