[A/N: here is chapter two! Hope you all enjoy. I am having major writers block for all of my stories so I apologize, but my updates may take a lot longer.]
I let out a small groan in satisfaction as I sank into the hot water and vanilla bubbles in my claw foot tub, wedging a fluffy towel between my neck and the cool iron. This was exactly what I needed after a long day. Sophie and I had ran all over London doing shopping for our flat, my physical, punching some man who had insulted my intelligence as well as weight and gave his best friend my mobile number. So far, my new life was satisfying.
"Sammieeee!" Sophie's voice sang out from just outside the large bathroom we shared. "You have a call from your new beau!" I snorted before sinking further into the tub, not bothering to reply because I knew she would come barging in, in three.. two.. one.. The door banged open and my best friend came skipping in with my mobile to her ear. "Yeah hold on just a second, she's in the bathtub, so if you hear a sploosh-"
"Alright give me the blasted thing you vixen!" I screeched out while scrambling to grab the device. Sophie giggled and trotted off after I pressed the blasted piece of metal and glass to my ear. "H-hello? Sorry about that, she's mental sometimes I swear." A light chuckle came from the other end of the line.
"So you're on the phone while naked in a tub?" John's voice teased out. I could feel my cheeks heating up once again due to this man.
"Yes, yes I am. Want to state any other obvious things?" I shot back, only to receive another laugh from the man.
"Apparently I'm your beau now. I wanted to congratulate you on successfully breaking Sherlock's nose. He now looks like a raccoon." I snorted as I began to play with the sweet smelling bubbles.
"Good, he deserved it. My knuckles may be bruised, but I hope his ego is worse off.."
"Oh believe me, it is. He won't stop complaining about you which is great for me since I planned on asking you out.." He trailed off and I could hear another voice hissing out to him in the background. "Yes, I do plan on asking her out… No, Sherlock, you cannot join! Because it's a date! You know.. where you go out with someone you like and have fun? …. no Sherlock.. I hope we don't go on dates.. Damnit! I like her! She's attractive, intelligent and gives a bloody mean right hook!" I laughed loud while listening to John argue to the man who seemed quite clueless.
"He's never been on a date has he?" I asked as I hoisted myself up out of the bathtub and pulled the plug out. I quickly wrapped the soft towel around my body and padded off to my bedroom. "Also, what were you thinking of doing for our date?"
"Yes, you're right. He doesn't even understand what a date is. He's the most idiotic smart person I know…. yes you are Sherlock!" John argued back once again.
"How does going out to a pub tonight sound?" I grinned as I grabbed a pair of black boyshort panties and a black cotton bra to match and set my phone on speaker as I got dressed.
"That.. That would be great actually. Are you should you wouldn't want to do more?"
"That's a great start, after all, it gets you out of your home with your buddy and I would kill for a pint right now." I chuckled as I pulled out a soft coral long sleeve shirt and a white tank top. I then grabbed a pair of dark blue skinny jeans.
"My God. Is there anything imperfect about you? Shut up Sherlock!"
"Nope! I am flawless, may as well start looking for a ring mo stór(my dear), so I don't know London well at all and need to know whatever pub we're going to meet up at that way I can take my time with getting lost."
"Mo stór? You may have to teach me Irish in order to comprehend what you're saying," John laughed as he shuffled around his home. "How about we just meet at Bart's and then we can walk to a pub I know from there?"
"That sounds great to me. Also, that means my dear in Gaelic," I finished getting dressed and tugged on a pair of lace up black combat boots. "It will take me about twenty minutes to get to Bart's and an extra ten to finish getting ready. See you soon John!"
"See you soon Sam." The dial tone went off in my ear and I couldn't stop the grin on my face as I ran off to the bathroom to put on a little bit of makeup before taking off. Tonight was going to be a good night.
"You have a blog of all of the adventures you've been on?!"
"Yes, yes I do. Although Sherlock would tell you it was a waste of time and brain cells."
"Oh I highly doubt that. I am definitely going to read it tomorrow because I am far too drink to attempt to do it tonight. Hey wanna play darts?"
"Sure, hold on one minute though, I need to hit the loo."
I was sitting at the bar finishing off my third pint of Guinness while waiting for John. I quickly pulled out my mobile to check on Sophie and felt my blood run cold.
Did you miss me? I know where you are my little sister.
How? How did he find me so fast? My mind cried out as all of my drunken giddiness dissipated. I needed to get home. My mobile began to ring with an unknown number and I silenced it. This couldn't be happening. I haven't even begun working. How did my brother find me? A hand rested on my shoulder causing me to yelp in shock.
"Sam, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." John leaned over to he was facing me a look of concern in his eyes. I opened my mouth, but couldn't find the words to say what I was feeling. Fear, anger, love for my brother, all of the above and more?
"I-I need to go call my friend. I need to make sure she's alright.. I'm so sorry John, I don't want to ruin our night together, but I need to do this real quick," I finally uttered out. My heart was hammering in my chest as I ran out of the pub and phoned Sophie.
"Sam is everything alright?" Sophie's voice was groggy from sleeping, but she was alright. I let out a deep sigh of relief and pressed a hand to my chest.
"Yeah, yeah, all is well on my end. I needed to be sure you were okay. He found me already Soph.. Be prepared.."
"Oh shit! Alright, fuck. I'm awake now. Okay, I will keep an eye out. This is why we have security Sam. It'll be alright. Just get home, have that guy bring you home and not come on your own."
"I will, I will. Thank you Sophie. I'm so happy you're okay. See you in a while." With that I shut my mobile and placed it in my purse.
"You want to explain to me what's going on now? Who is he?" John's voice startled me once again and I whipped around.
"You were listening." I stated as I rubbed my hands over my face once again. Well, I couldn't hide everything now. "He is my brother, the one your buddy mentioned earlier. What Sherlock didn't know is that he never put a hand on me. He was a good big brother, protected me from all of the boys who could have hurt me.. Problem is that no one would even stay with me because of him either.. I ran away because he had gone off the deep end completely.. I didn't want him to attempt to control my life anymore.."
"Shit, Sam. Are you alright?" John asked as he wrapped an arm protectively around my shoulders. He smelled of cologne and aftershave and it was so relaxing. I gave a short nod and buried my face into his shoulder.
"I just want to be happy, John.. I always wonder what's wrong with me because of him.. I… I just don't know what to do.. he knows where I am and will never leave me be.." I whispered out against him, trying hard not to let the fear that was bubbling up in my chest escape. Memories of my past began to surface at the thought of my brother. He had many enemies and I was a victim because of it. Just then my mobile began ringing and an unknown number popped up. I quickly rejected it and shut off my cell so that I couldn't be contacted anymore.
"You will be happy, he can't control your life Samantha," John said with sheer confidence. I gave him a weak smile.
"You're so sweet John. I'm sorry to force you into hearing about my baggage from the past. I didn't want to talk about it, just leave it back in Ireland.." I murmured. Another mobile started to ring and John pulled out his device with a frown on his face. He quickly answered it and visibly paled at whoever was on the other end.
"It's for you," he stated with a look of rage on his face. I gulped and took his phone, placing it against my ear.
"It's so nice to see that you've met the good doctor dearest sister," a voice cooed out. I shut my eyes tight as I fought the fear that was forming a lump in my throat.
"Leave me be deartháir mór," I ground out. I could hear his terrifying laughter before I quickly hung up the phone and handed back to John. My heart was racing as I looked up at him.
"He-he's your…" he had to pause and clenched his fist around the phone. "Moriarty is your brother." It wasn't a question. I nodded, terrified to speak. How did he know my brother? "You're coming with me." He said before hailing a cab. Fear gripped at my chest as we sat in the cab, a tense air filling the entire vehicle up. I had no idea where we were going, but I had a bad feeling that if he knew my brother, things weren't going to go so great even if he was a nice man. Silently I began praying that I was only making up the gut instinct that had begun settling itself in my core. I had never wanted anyone to know I was related to a criminal, and here I was, facing a fear I had just ran away from before my new life could even begin.