A/N: Just a quick note. This is my new account, you might know me as doctortorchnatural. I made this account so that I can publish stories here that I publish on AO3. My name on AO3 is the same, just without the apostrophe. Thanks for reading that. I hope you like the story.
The sofa squeaked as Sherlock flung himself onto it dramatically. "I'm so bored!" The consulting detective complained, bouncing up and then sitting down again. John sighed as he sat down in his chair and looked at his friend. "You've only just solved a case." John told him. "Yes, but I need something else to do. I can't focus, too many thoughts!" Sherlock waved his arms around and paced to the window. At that moment, his phone went. Sherlock picked it up from where he'd thrown it on the sofa. "Lestrade?" John looked up. Surely there couldn't be another case right now, could there? No, apparently there wasn't. "Oh." Sherlock turned to face John, and his friend instantly leapt to his feet. His friend had a look of pure surprise and, well... joy, on his face. "Really?" Sherlock turned away from the doctor again to look out the window into the street. "Yes. Okay. Just come right up." He clicked off the phone and turned to face the doorway, his hands over his lips. John looked at him, then turned when he heard footsteps on the stairs.
The door creaked, and John tensed, wondering just who or what Sherlock had invited into their flat. The door opened. First worn doc martins and grey skinny jeans were revealed. Then a tight fitting white vest top and loose crimson shirt. Then a slender pale neck and the head it held. A woman stood in the doorway, her grey-blue eyes staring at John and Sherlock and her black curly hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her cheekbones were sharp and her bow lips were a soft sparkling pink. She dropped the duffel; bag she was holding and promptly flung herself across the room into the arms of Sherlock Holmes.
John didn't know what to think. He expected Sherlock to just stand there and take it, but he got a surprise. As the woman flung herself at Sherlock, the detective's arms looped around her and he crushed her too him. John looked on in awed shock as Sherlock gently cradled the woman to him and smiled a proper full smile at her. "Sherry, I did actually miss you." She laughed, high and tinkling. "And I missed you William." John coughed, and both turned to him. "A friend?" The woman asked, finally detaching herself from Sherlock. "Doctor John Watson. My best friend and flatmate." Sherlock introduced his friend with a small amount of pride in his voice. "Sherissa Lori Felicia Holmes. Nice to meet you, doctor John Watson." John cautiously shook her offered hand. "Nice to meet you too, Sherissa." "Call me Sherry." She told him cheerfully, and went to grab her duffel bag and rucksack from where she'd dropped them. Looking at Sherry, John saw that her ears were littered with piercings and she had a silver ring in her nose. Very different from the other Holmes sibling that John had met. But, still, who was she?
John looked to Sherlock for some sort of explanation. "This is my older sister. John." He told his friend. "Your older sister?" John asked. "Yes. The oldest Homes sibling. I haven't seen her in nearly seven years." "I've been travelling." Came Sherry's voice as she dragged her bags in and dumped them on the sofa. "Your landlady is lovely by the way Sherly." Sherlock blushed slightly at the nickname, which earned a chuckle from John. "How's Myke?" Sherry walked over to them and looped an arm around Sherlock's waist. "Same as ever; still a prick." Sherry laughed. "You don't mind my coming here to stay do you William?" "No." Sherlock gave his sister a look of pure adoration that John had never seen him use before. "It is okay, isn't it John?" He said, looking at his flatmate, a slightly worried expression on his face. "Of course it is. She's your family Sherlock." John told his friend.
He'd never seen Sherlock this emotional before. It seemed that he had a very close relationship with his sister, and John wasn't going to stand in the way of it. "You can have my room." He offered. "No, it's fine, I can sleep on the sofa." Sherry peeked out from under her brother's arm and smiled. "Cheers, though, John. He always said that you were a gentleman." Sherlock playfully bashed her on the head and Sherry gave him a look of mock hurt in return. John watched the find exchange and smiled. Sherlock was so different with his sister. It was... refreshing, to see him so carefree. "How about you introduce me to your other friends and take me on a tour of London, Sherly?" Sherry asked after they'd finished their play fight. "But you know your way around London perfectly well!" Sherlock complained, already putting on his coat. "Yes, but I want to meet your friends, and besides, you get a chance to show off." Sherry told him, picking up a small black satchel. "Coming?" She asked John."Yeah, I don't see why not." John said. He couldn't wait to see how this would go down.
A/N: Hope it's not to terrible. Tell me what you think. More exciting things will happen, I promise.
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