Fate
Authors: Kessie
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, Sally, Mycroft. John, Anthea, Lestrade, OCs Sherlock/John, Sally/Mycroft
Rating: R I think
Status: still writing
Warnings: Warnings for possible mentions of non con and violence. Mention of Child abuse! ( see rating!) And language of course. Its Donovan. Lots of drama, but also some silliness…
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, ACD, Moffat and Gatiss. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.
Chapter 1
When Sally woke up, London was already running full force. She could hear the cars outside, the walkers passing by and the occasional yell or screech. Her flat though was entirely silent, which wouldn´t have been that surprising had she been alone.
But as she wasn´t and given the companion she was with, it was actually a surprise.
Sherlock Holmes, mostly an annoying bugger but more recently one of her friends, was lying across the bed from her, still completely dressed in his favorite lilac shirt and black pants. She had insisted that he take off his shoes though and that she was glad for now as his feet were tangled in the blankets she had thrown over him.
Sherlock was still fast asleep and for a change he looked peaceful and entirely too young for Sally´s taste. Yet she smiled at the sight and rose carefully so that she wouldn´t disturb him, as the detective could always use all the sleep he could get.
As she wandered off to the kitchen to make breakfast, she mused about last night. It had been a long day anyway and Sally had only been home for a few hours when Sherlock had appeared at her door step. John was at a doctor´s conference for this week, something he already had booked when he had still believed Sherlock was dead and so the consulting detective was alone at 221b. Given that he had helped them with a particularly bad case last night where a father had murdered his own six year old child and tried to cover it up, Sally hadn´t been surprised when Sherlock had shown up at 4 am.
Sherlock would never admit it, but children´s cases did get to him.
Nearly every time.
And normally she wouldn´t have noticed as he was good about covering his emotions, but since their meeting with Sergej and the resulting chaos she had learned to read the signs.
So yes, Sherlock coming to her apartment had been expected.
Hell, she had tried to take him home after they had arrested the father, but Sherlock in his typical manner had shrugged it off and vanished soon thereafter.
Bloody idiot.
And then he had shown up again in the middle of the night to tell her important, not being able to wait „news" about the cold Simmers case Lestrade had given him.
Not that Mrs. Simmers hadn´t been dead for 10 years, but Sally had made him lie down, citing she was tired and wouldn´t leave her bed. Sherlock had complied and talked about his Simmers theory, even though it probably had been the violent death of the little boy which brought him here. And with that he had slowly babbled himself to sleep.
So yes , Mission accomplished. Even better than imagined because Sherlock had at least learned to call before he let himself in.
Last time she had nearly clobbered him with a vase when he walked into her darkened room.
Little steps in the right direction at least, it seemed.
As was his coming to her when there was what Mycroft would call a „danger night". Sally smiled at that, remembering the older brother.
Mycroft was out of the country as well, government business as always and she couldn´t help but miss him already. It was weird. If somebody would have told her that she would have fallen in love with a Holmes she would have run. Hell, probably she would have hit the guy suggesting it.
But strangely it had happened relatively fast after she had gotten to know Mycroft, which was even weirder given the thought that the older man allowed him even less emotions than Sherlock.
And yet it worked.
They had taken it slow for a while, but since last week they had started to swap not so innocent kisses.
Sherlock had grumbled when he had deduced what was going on but otherwise not commented. Which was probably better cause she would have kicked his ass.
She ate quickly and finished with her scones and eggs for breakfast and dressed as she had to be at the Yard in half an hour.
As she went back into her bedroom, her friend was still fast asleep on her bed. Or he was at least feigning it, because she could detect tiny movements across his face now.
„I´m off to work." She whispered. „There´s egg and some scones for you left. Eat it, yeah? Cause I´ll know if you throw it into the bin."
The consulting detective just glared at her for a second, before he closed his eyes again, apparently still completely content in her bed. Sally smiled at that. Someone had once told her that it took trust for someone to sleep in your presence and they were right about that.
The fact that Sherlock slept at her apartment without a problem showed that he trusted her. And that she was glad about.
Leaving the detective to himself as she was sure she would see him later anyway, she left for work.
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The crack when her fist hit Sherlock`s nose seemed to make Sally Donovan grin. While everyone else in the room was staring at her with a mixture of disgust, uneasyness and a tiny bit surprise, the man on her right side seemed to be more in her favor.
„See, that was actually relieving, wasn´t it?" He smiled a particular fond smile at her and Sally nodded.
„Yeah, Freak finally got what he had coming all along."
Her companion laughed, while said Freak just glared at her. But Sally didn´t even seem to pay him further mind, as she already had turned away and was crossing to the other side of the room. That way, she didnt even see the agents who led the cuffed and now bleeding Sherlock away.
„You coming?" She beamed at the man, who had been holding Sherlock for her and the man just smiled and followed her.
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So this is more a test if anyone wants to read a sequel to "Spero melior". I don´t have much time these days so it would take a while. Or if anyone wants to write with me, I would be glad, cause I have lots of ideas and love to be creative together.
So Co-authors definitely wanted! ;-)
