******Spoilers!******
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"Why didn't you intervene sooner?" Sherlock asked sitting up from his shave, "You were enjoying it, weren't you?"
"I would have." I said looking at a file.
"Stefani, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about anything. I couldn't see you hurt." He said sincerely.
"It's my life Sherlock! I would like to know when my brother is faking his own death."
His face went blank. He laid back down to continue with his shave. He and Mycroft continued their conversation until a young women coming in with a suit. While he was getting dressed, I was continually reading the file.
"What do you think of this shirt?" Sherlock asked.
"Sherlock-" Mycroft said.
"Oh, relax Mycroft, I'll find your underground terrorist cell, as long as you get me back into London again." Sherlock said fixing his collar as the young woman went on about some guy dying and confirming the attack on London, blah, blah, blah…
"Stefani," Mycroft said, "The file." He pointed to Sherlock.
"I hope he punches you in the face." I scoffed tossing Sherlock the file.
"Stefani…" Sherlock started.
"You're still welcome back at Baker Street, Sherlock. That is if you plan on keeping me in the loop." I said walking out the door.
-221B Baker St.-
"I hope you're happy." Sherlock said walking in the living area holding his nose.
"Good lord… What happened to your face?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"John's welcome home gift." He said walking into the kitchen.
"You know when I said I hope he punches you in the face, I was partially kidding." I said following him into the kitchen.
"Were you kidding when you said you'd enjoy watching me be beaten too?" He asked as I started cleaning his face.
"Kind of." He gave me a questionable look, "I was angry okay? Don't blame me for being human."
"I've missed you." He smiled.
"I would have killed you if you didn't." I said.
"No doubt about it."
"I still hate you though."
"Now, how are we going to fix that?"
"Food and a life time of catching up."
"Tomorrow, my head is practically splitting." He said walking to his room.
"Fine, take some meds."
"No." He called before closing the door.
-2 Days Later-
"Is John okay?" I asked eating some of Mycroft's chips.
"Would you like my fish to go with those chips?"
"Ha ha." I mocked
He grinned, "Yes he's fine." He looked at his watch, "Sorry, I have a matter to attend to."
"It's okay, not the first time I've been alone."
"Sam," He called my security guard, "I'm going out." He told Sam as he entered the room, "Keep an eye her."
"Yes sir."
Mycroft left the room and I continued to eat chips and read. That is until I fell out of the chair unable to breathe. Sam came to my help, calling my name. I passed out before I could do anything else.
"Do you think it could be the same people who tried to burn me alive?" I could hear John say.
"It could be. I mean, the pattern matches, but this just got personal. Friend is one thing, but my sister. This is personal."
"Sherly?" I said weakly, opening eyes, "What happened?"
"Allergic reaction. Your throat closed up. You could have died if it wasn't for your personal body guard." Sherlock said leaning on the bed, "How do you feel?"
"Like I was killed."
"Welcome to my life Stef."
I chuckled.
"Oh, you're okay. How could you let this happen? How are you?" Mum said rushing to the bed pushing Sherlock aside.
"It was an allergic reaction Mum. There was nothing they could have done." I said sitting myself up.
"I knew it was a bad idea for you to leave home. Why don't you ever listen?"
I simply rolled my eyes as Sherlock grinned.
"Stefani. Stefani are you listening to me?"
"When is Sherlock supposed to be home?" I asked peering out the window.
"Late, can you continue with your studies?"
I sighed picking up my book again, "I still don't understand why you pulled me out of school."
"You aren't ready Stefani. You can do better."
"I'm not Sherlock, you know. I can't always be the best student in the class."
"You could learn a thing or two from him." She said knitting, "You could be just as good as him."
"I don't think you need two of me Mum." Sherlock said walking through the door.
"Sherlock!" I closed my book, "What'd you bring me this time?" He tossed me a key and I gave him a confused look.
"Pack your bags, I'm taking you out of the dungeon and into a palace where you belong." Sherlock said taking a bow.
"Sherlock Holmes, what do you think you're doing?"
"Taking care of my sister."
"Did you hear me Stefani?" Mum asked.
"If it's about me coming back home then no, I'm not coming home. I'm perfectly happy where I am."