I don't own Sherlock.
i may have some two-shots but I'm not sure just yet
i would be able to update all time, as i have college so you have to wait for updates, but i will never give up on my stories.
also i have not given up on my other stories, i just don't have any ideas for them yet, but as soon as i get one i will write it down and update them.
some of the one-shots will be short and others will be long.
sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.
hope you enjoy the one shots.
Sherlock learns that his father has hit his sister locket.
Sherlock knew something was wrong, with his sister. As she hadn't left her room since his father left. Sherlock felt dread grow in his stomach, what if he had beat her like he did to Sherlock because he thought he was wired. Sherlock made a promise when they brought Locket home from the children home 4 years ago, that he would always look at for her, and he would protect her unlike Mycroft who had seen, but never helped him.
Sherlock made his way upstairs to Lockets room, from inside he could hear the sound of crying. Sherlock knocked on her door, before entering. Locket was on the floor picking up piece of mirror, which cut into her hand. Sherlock quickly ran forward help her to stand, that was when he saw the cut just above her eye from where their father, had hit her with such force that she must have fell back and knocked her mirror over.
Sherlock guide her down the stairs and into the kitchen, he seat her down onto one of the chairs before grapping the first aid kit and started to clean the cut on her hand. Locket started to cry again and Sherlock pulled her in to his arms and made a silent vow that he would find a way to make his father pay. Sherlock held Locket, until she fell asleep from crying so much. Sherlock carried Locket up the stairs and place her in her bed, before he finished picking up the rest of the mirror.
A few hours later.
Sherlock waited for his father, to come home from the bank he worked at which Sherlock knew was a lie.
"What are you doing?" his father asked, not wanting to deal with Sherlock.
Sherlock knew that his father, didn't go to the bank. As it was his day off, there was a faint outline of red lipstick on his father mouth, the same red lipstick was on the collar of his shirt, and his tie knot was smaller than before when he went out, his shirt was crumpled, the top buttons were missing.
Sherlock knew that this meant, that their father had been with his mistress.
"You hit, Locket" Sherlock stated, looking his father dead in the eyes
"What?"
"You. Hit. Locket"
"Yes so what of it, you going to run and tell mommy"
"No. I'm going to do something much worse"
Sherlock turned from his father, and made his way up to his room.
Two weeks later, photos of Sherlock father and his mistress were all on the internet, papers, social media, magazines, posters every were really and all of them said the same thing, " Mr Homes with his 23 year old lover, seen leaving a motel"
Locket shook her head as she read the article. The whole affair was the talk of social media, the affair of Mr Homes and his lover, as so as their mother read the paper she threw their father out shouting every name under the sun at him and his lover, before she called her lawyer to have devoice papers drawn up. Locket looked over at her brother, who was busy looking in to his microscope at something, Locket knew that Sherlock had something to do with their father being outed, but she could find it in her to confront him about.
No she was happy that, their father got what he deserved.
Well what to do you think, until next time people.
