Author's note: Third part!

Pairing: Jim x Sherlock (platonic)

Warnings: Teenlock, mentions of a murder, OOC Jim, Mycroft, Sherlock

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

Saviour

It was raining heavily when I met Sherlock Holmes. I was running away from my home after witnessing my parents' murders, trying to put distance between me and the murderer. I was running blindly in the middle of the night, trying to escape when I slipped. Usually this isn't dangerous, but when I slipped I fell off the bridge. As I was falling into the river, a hand shot out and grabbed me. "Hang on!" the person said before he talked to someone in the phone.

"Mycroft? I am by the bridge near our home and I'm all that holds a teen from falling. I need help!" Then the person talked to me. "Can you hear me? Help is on the way, so hold on! It will be here in less that 5 minutes!"

I tried to speak but my voice was closed. Sure enough, help came in the form of a bulky eighteen year old that helped my saviour pull me up. As soon as I was on the bridge, I was led to a car that sped towards a mansion once we entered.

When we arrived, my saviour (who I could now see was a scrawny fifteen year old, the same age as me) led me to a bathroom and helped me warm up. "Thank you." I whispered and the teen smiled at me. "No problem, I am Sherlock Holmes." "Jim Moriarty." I whispered again as Sherlocked helped me get dressed and then led me to the living room where his brother, Mycroft if I remembered right (they had the same characteristics, they couldn't be anything else) was sitting.

I was gently pushed onto a chair and Sherlock started drying my hair with a towel. "What happened Jim?" Sherlock gently asked me and I slowly described what made me run. At the end, Sherlock hugged me and I heard his brother talk for the first time.

"Well then, it's decided. You're staying here with us." I looked at Sherlock's brother dumbstrucked. "What?" was all I managed to utter and Sherlock laughed. "What my brother means, is that I decided to help you. That says a lot for your character as I usually am a recluse. And my brother wants to make me happy, so he'll make you a part of the family. So, welcome to the Holmes' family!" Sherlock said and I looked at them speechless.

And that's how I got adopted by the Holmes.