I couldn't keep you guys waiting so i got this chapter done and you guys get two chapters in a night.
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I was walking home after work as a black car pulls up beside me. "Get in the car Calliah." I hear the man from yesterday tell me. I look over and see that he is being serious and that there is no room for arguing. I sigh and get in the car. I see the girl who took me home and she smiles at me. I look at the man. "What did you do to Sherlock?"
I look down and sigh. "He shouldn't have to deal with me but I knew he wouldn't just leave me as a friend, so I told him things that I didn't believe but knew would make him leave." I told him.
He groans. "Calliah, you did more damage than you mean to. My brother is a… different type of person. He doesn't talk and become friends with just anyone. He picked you and wanted to be your friend and you ruined that by being stupid."
"Sherlock is your brother?" I ask, trying to let what he told me sink in. It was getting a little too emotional in here but I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to leave.
He groans. "Calliah, I know you don't like talking about emotions or feelings, but I need you to fix him before he hurts himself."
My head snaps up. "He will hurt himself? I didn't want him to hurt. I just thought…"
"That is the problem with you people. You think things that don't make sense. I'm dropping you off at 221B Baker Street. Heal my brother." He tells me.
I look at him with wide eyes. "What?! NO!" I try to open the door. "I have to go home!" I yell. I open the car door and see the ground moving pretty fast. I go to jump out of the car when two arms grab me and pull me in.
"Calliah! You stupid girl." The man turns me around. "What the hell was that?!"
I push out of his arms and wince. I could feel my back wounds open up. I would be bleeding soon if I didn't stop moving. "I-I have to g-go home." I tell him and wrap my arms around myself.
"No you have to heal Sherlock." He tells me.
"LISTEN HERE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME! I HAVE TO GO HOME RIGHT NOW OR I WILL SCREAM OUT OF THE WINDOW!" I scream at the man. I lean back and take some deep breaths.
"Are you finished?" He asks. I nod and glare at him. "My name is Mycroft Holmes. I am the older brother to Sherlock." He moves to me. "Why do you have to go home?"
"I just have to." I say softly and curl up. I knew my back would be bleeding and didn't really care. I was starting to freak out about what Irene was going to do to me. I was already late and Mycroft wasn't going to let me go home for a while. She was going to beat me so hard. I shuttered and closed my eyes. "Just take me home… please…"
He sighs. "Fine. Anthea tell the driver to take Miss Adler to her home." The woman nods and starts texting on her phone. "If you need my help in any way Calliah, you can tell me." Mycroft whispers in my ear. I shake my head and look out the window. We arrived to my house in a couple of minutes and I just sat there and looked at the door. I knew I would have to get out and go inside but I knew I didn't want to. I didn't want to be beat again. I didn't want to blackout and be in more pain. "Calliah…" I hear and feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump and look at Mycroft. He frowns and looks at the woman. "Anthea, move to the front seat and tell the driver to go around the block a couple times." She nods and does what he said. After we started moving, Mycroft looked at me. "Calliah, what goes on in that house?"
"Why do you even care? I'm the bastard that hurt your brother." I say and close my eyes.
He sighs. "You are in pain and are shaking at the aspect of going home. I might be cold but I'm not heartless. You need help and I'm not going to turn a blind eye to this. Tell me what is going on and I will fix it."
I looked at him and broke down. I told him all about how my mother had an affair and had me. I told him about how my 'father' isn't my father and hated me and how Irene has hated me. How I was forced to move in with my aunt and be alone for eleven years of my life. How when I was about to move back in with my family as a help, they got in a wreck and my parents died. How Irene blames me and beats me to the point of blacking out. How she tells me how worthless I am and how I need to be alone and how everyone blames me for killing my parents. I broke down and got everything off my chest. I ended up crying on Mycroft's chest and him having an arm around me. After a couple of minutes of calming down, I remove myself from his chest and look away.
"Calliah, you… you have had a hard life. Does Sherlock know any of this?" He asks. I shake my head and close my eyes. "You should tell him."
"He shouldn't have to deal with me." I say softly.
"He is your friend. He told you about his time at university and how everyone thought he was freak, so why wouldn't he want you to tell him about your hard times." He says and hands me a handkerchief.
I take it and wipe my eyes. "I can't let Irene get to Sherlock and destroy him. He is still hurt able as I showed off." I tell Mycroft. "I don't want Irene to figure out that he would be a great chess piece to her evil ways."
"Let me handle Irene. I will make it so you don't have to deal with her anymore." He says and I look at him. "You are special to my brother. I want him happy and that includes you in his life and if you are scared of your sister, than I will deal with her so you can live a nice life and be friends with my brother." He explains. I laugh and start crying. "What did I do?"
"You are saying that you can just simply fix all my problems with my sister because I am special to your brother. Do you know how amazing that sounds?" I ask.
He smiles. "You are a great girl. You don't deserve all this pain and evil on you." He says. The car stops and I look outside to see that we were at Sherlock's house. "I need you to help my brother though. Tell him what you told me and you two will be fine."
I nod and look at Mycroft. "Thank you. I will be in your debt Mycroft Holmes." I start to get out but stop and look at him. "Though that doesn't mean I will spy on your brother. If you need to know what he is doing, just call him." I say and get out. I wave as the car leaves and I knock on the door. Mrs. Hudson opens the door and smiles. "Hello Mrs. Hudson, is Sherlock here?"
"He sure is. Come on in." She tells me and leads me to Sherlock's door. "Sherlock, you have a visitor." She says as she knocks.
The door opens, showing a disheveled Sherlock. "Mycroft go away!" Sherlock yells and then freezes when he sees me.
"Hey Sherlock… Can I come in?" I ask and smile softly.
He grumbles and goes into the flat without closing the door. I took this my cue to come in. I smile at Mrs. Hudson as I close the door. I look around the living room and see that Sherlock has decorated a little. There were some books in the book shelves and two chairs in the living room. Sherlock was laying down in one sideways and had a blanket covering all of him but his face. I go and sit down in the chair facing him. "Sherlock… I have to apologize. I don't believe anything that I said today. I was being an idiot and I will do anything to make it up to you." I tell him. Sherlock just looks at me. I sigh and start telling him everything I told Mycroft, minus the tears this time. Halfway through the story, Sherlock sat up and didn't look like he was in pain. I finish and look at my hands. "I know that doesn't mean I should have been a bastard to you but… I'm sorry."
Sherlock moves to in front of me and take my hands. "You should have told me."
"I know. Like I said I was being an idiot." I say and look at him.
"That's for sure." He says and smiles.
I laugh for the first time today and push him back softly. He pushed me softly and I winced. "She beat you last night didn't she?"
I sigh and nod. "I'll be fine. I just need them to heal again."
"Again?" He asks.
"I moved too much and they opened up." I explains.
"Do you need to change the bandages?" He asks.
"Um… I didn't put any bandages on it…" I say softly.
Sherlock stands up and holds out his hand. "Come on." I take it and he leads me out of the flat.
We end up at St. Bart's Hospital. "Sherlock, why are we here?"
"Just shut up." He tells me and leads me to the morgue and waits by the door. I see a skinny brunette girl in a white coat, taking notes of a dead body. "Hello Molly."
The small girl jumps and turns around with a huge grin on her face. "Sherlock. You scared me." She says and palaces a hand on her chest. She notices me and smiles. "Who is this?"
"I'm Calliah. I don't know why I'm here." I tell her and smile.
"Calliah needs her back bandaged." Sherlock tells Molly.
"What? No I don't!" I say and start backing up. Sherlock comes up behind me and moves me to a side room. "Sherlock, let me go. This wasn't part of this. I just need to go."
"Calliah, I know as well as you do that you don't have to go. Mycroft is fixing things." Sherlock says. "Get on that bed and let Molly do her job." He commands me. He looks at Molly. "Don't let her leave till her back is all good. I will be in the other room finishing my experiment. Lead Calliah there when you are done." He tells Molly and leaves me.
I look at Molly and frown. "I'm really fine."
"No you aren't. I saw some blood on the back of your shirt when Sherlock was bringing you in. Get on the table and we will do this the easy way. Take off your shirt too." Molly commands.
I sigh and do as she says. I lay down and close my eyes when Molly gasps. "How did this happen?"
"Would you believe that I ran into a wall?" I ask and try to calm myself down.
"Nope." She says and starts cleaning me up.
After she finishes, I get up and dressed. "Thank you Molly. You didn't ask any more questions and I thank you for that."
"If you wanted to talk about it you would have. You have rights. Let's get you back to Sherlock." She says and we start walking. "Can I ask if you and Sherlock are dating?"
I laugh softly. "No. Just mates." I tell her and noticed that her face got brighter. Silly girls and their crushes.
We got into the other room and I saw that Sherlock was standing on the table with a body and he was beating it. We waited and watched. It was kind of soothing. "Bad day?" Molly asked, trying to be funny.
He ignores her and gets out a notebook and starts writing in it. "I need to know what bruises form in the next twenty minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me."
She nods. "Listen, I was wondering, maybe later, when you're finished.."
Sherlock looks at her as he writes and then looks at me. "All good?"
"All good to go. Is that for the Ripper case?" I asked.
He nods and looks at Molly and then goes back to writing in his notebook. "Sorry, you were saying?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee?" Molly asks as she gazes at him intently.
"Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs." He says and walks out of the room.
Molly stares at him and slowly says "Okay."
I look at Sherlock and then at Molly. "It was very nice meeting you. You probably don't have to get that coffee… he is a special type of person… sorry…" I said and rushed to Sherlock. "You were rude." I tell him.
He looks at me. "How?"
"She was asking you out." I explain to him.
He looks back and then at me. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I might not have friends or do the dating thing, but I do know when someone is asking someone to go on a date and that was it." I tell him.
"Oh." He says and leads me to a lab. "Just stand over there and don't talk. Okay?" I nod and do as he says.
Sherlock starts messing with a pipette to squeeze a few drops of liquid onto a Petri dish. Two men come in after knocking. I watch them as the older man comes in and sits down. The other one limps around and looks around. He sees me and smiles softly. I wave softly and smile.
"Well, bit different from my day." The limping man says.
The older man chuckles. "You've no idea!"
Sherlock sits down. "Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine." He asks. I guess Sherlock knew at least of these men.
"And what's wrong with the landline?" The older man, I assume Mike, asks.
"He prefers to text." I tell him and sit down. Sherlock looks at me and smiles. I grin and look at the limping man.
"Sorry. It's in my coat." Mike tells Sherlock. "Who is this?"
The limping man fishes in his back pocket and takes out his own phone. "Er, here. Use mine." He says.
"Oh. Thank you." Sherlock says and glances briefly at Mike. "That is my friend Calliah. Don't worry about her." He stands up and walks towards John.
"It's an old friend of mine, John Watson." Mike introduces us.
Sherlock reaches John and takes his phone from him. Turning partially away from him, he flips open the keypad and starts to type on it. "Afghanistan or Iraq?"
John frowns. I smile, knowing what he was doing, and see Mike doing the same. John looks at Sherlock as he continues to type. "Sorry?"
"Which was it – Afghanistan or Iraq?" Sherlock asks. He briefly raises his eyes to John's before looking back to the phone.
John hesitates, then looks across to Mike, confused. Mike just smiles smugly. I chuckle softly. "Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you know ...?"
Sherlock looks up as Molly comes into the room holding two mugs of coffee. "Ah, Molly, coffee. Thank you." Sherlock says and shuts down John's phone and hands it back while Molly brings the mug over to him. He takes it and looks closely at her. He smiles softly and goes back to his experiment, taking a sip from the mug and grimacing at the taste.
"…Okay…" She says and hands me the other mug. "I did the same way I did his. I didn't know how you took it."
I grin and take the mug. "Oh thank you Molly. How nice of you. Thank you so much." I sip it and shrug. She grins and leaves.
"How do you feel about the violin" Sherlock asks John.
"I'm sorry, what?" John asks, looking at me. I shrug and point to Sherlock.
"I play the violin when I'm thinking. Sometimes I don't talk for days on end." He looks at John and then me. "Calliah I haven't made sure it was okay with you to think about it. Would that bother either one of you?" He looks at John. "Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other." He says and throws a false smile at John. I look at John and John looks at the other man.
"You told him about me?" John asks Mike.
"Not a word." Mike replys.
John looks at Sherlock as I do. "Who said anything about flatmates?" John ask.
Sherlock picks up his coat and puts it on. "I did. Told Mike this morning that I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is just after lunch with an old friend, clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan. Wasn't that difficult a leap." He turns to me. "I didn't you would mind if I invited John to live with us."
"Not at all." I say and sip my coffee.
"How did you know about Afghanistan?" John asked.
Sherlock ignores him and wraps a scarf around his neck. He picks up his mobile and checks it. "Got my eye on a nice little place in central London. Together we ought to be able to afford it." He looks at us and walks towards up. "We'll meet there tomorrow evening; seven o'clock. Sorry – gotta dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary. Calliah, you coming?" I nod and get up. I put my mug down and go to Sherlock.
"Is that it?" John turns and asks Sherlock.
Sherlock and I were at the door and looks back. He goes a little closer to John. "Is that what?"
"We've only just met and we're gonna go and look at a flat?" John asks.
"Problem?" Sherlock asks. I grin and look at John.
John smiles at Sherlock in disbelief, and looks to Mike for help. He looks at me and I smile at him. John turn to look at Sherlock. "We don't know a thing about each other; I don't know where we're meeting; I just met this woman; I don't know either one of your names."
Sherlock and I look at John. Sherlock looks a little more closely, like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "I know you're an Army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother who's worried about you but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him – possibly because he's an alcoholic; more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic – quite correctly, I'm afraid." Sherlock say smugly. John looks at his leg and cane and shuffles his feet awkwardly. Sherlock points to me. "This is Calliah. She can be moody and a freak sometimes, but is a great person. Some abonnement issues, but we can work on that."
He turns and walks to the door. He opens it and goes through. He leans back into the room. "The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is two two one b Baker Street." He winks and looks at the other man in the room.
"Afternoon." The man raises a finger in farewell as Sherlock disappears from the room.
I smile at the two men and follow Sherlock. "You are such a dork." I call after him."
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