*SPOILERS: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE NEW EPISODES OF SHERLOCK SERIES 4!*
"How's the baby?" Christopher smiled as I fell onto the couch.
"She's precious. John and Mary will be great parents."
"Did your brother show up?"
"Why do you this? We haven't spoken to each other in months, did you really think I'd start now?"
"So he has tried to contact you."
"Again, why are you doing this?" I sat up from the couch seeing Christopher leaning against the doorframe with a cup of coffee in his hand, "Why are you so interesting in my relationship with my brother?"
"Look, I know what it's like to push a loved one away and-"
"Stop. I cannot be near him if he will not believe me. I'm not talking to him anytime soon."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He pulled out a gun, pulling the trigger.
"NO!" I woke in a sweat, breathing heavily.
"It's okay. You're safe." Mycroft spoke softly, placing a cold rag against my face.
"Mycroft? What?"
"You don't remember do you?"
"Of course she does, look at her. She dreamt it." Sherlock appeared from the dark corner.
"What's going on?"
"I'd hate to say I told you so but- Oh, I just did."
"Sherlock." Mycroft snapped.
"What? I was right about Christopher and she should know it. You're not as good as you think you are Stef."
"But I was thorough."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Sherlock pulled out a gun, pulling the trigger.
Gagging, I clenched the bed sheets. Something was in my throat.
"I need a nurse!" I heard a male voice yelled.
"Shut up Sherlock." I heard John, "I'm Sherlock Holmes, smartest man alive, but I forget that John, who happens to be a doctor, is standing right here." He said under his breath.
John stood over me and pulled the tube from my mouth. I leaned over the bed, vomiting on the floor.
"Is this another dream?" I asked lying on my back, "Are you going to shoot me John?"
"This isn't a dream Stef. John would never shoot you." Sherlock comforted.
"I thought the same thing about you." I choked, "And Christopher."
"Do you remember what happened?" John asked while Sherlock processed the semi-shocking information.
"I don't remember a thing. I don't know ever know which hospital I'm in." Sherlock left the room while raising the phone to his ear, "John what happened to me?"
John rested his hand on my arm, "I'll tell her John." Sherlock stood in the doorway staring at his phone, "Go home. See your wife and child."
-5 Days Later-
"Are you okay? You haven't said a word these last few days." Mary asked sitting next to me, setting a cup of tea on coffee table.
"I… How did I miss it?" Tears formed in my eyes, "How could I have been so stupid."
"You're not stupid, you were-"
"In love? That clouded my judgment, Mary." I stood from the couch to stand in front of the window, "Made me ignore all the signs."
"Stefani… I wanted to ask you if you would be a godsister to Rosamund."
"Sherlock's the godfather Mary. That already makes me her godsister."
"Right…" She stumbled, "I'm sorry. These couple of weeks has been an adjustment. Sleep schedule is all messed up."
"Yes, of course."
"There you are! John and Mary were worried about yo-" Sherlock was stunned when I buried my head into his chest, "Stef…" He wrapped his arms around me, "Why are you shaking?"
"I can't sleep. I need my brother."
"I'm here. I'll always be here."
-A Few Weeks Later-
I don't know how it happened… I physically can't remember what happened after I left John and Mary's house that day. The only thing anyone can tell that Christopher shot me, I have the wound to prove that but… I don't know. I just want to know why…
"Did you hear me?" Sherlock asked breaking my train of thought.
"No, sorry. I was thinking." I said sitting with my back against the arm of the couch.
"Can I get you something?"
"No, I'm fine right now. What where you saying?" I slightly shook my head and look at Sherlock who was putting his coat on.
"I'm going out. I solved the case I just have to… I'll text you when I'm done." He said placing a kiss on my head. "Try and get some sleep. I love you Stefani."
"Love you too, Sherlock."
Little did I know that I wasn't going to sleep that night. That night my friend died. She saved my brother's life. Rest in Peace Mary, I'll make sure that your husband and my brother don't ruined Rosamund.
-Few Weeks Later-
"Life is complicated now. Now that you're gone." I pulled some grass out of the ground, "I understand why you did it, why you kept John in the dark about your past, why you took a bullet for my brother. What I don't understand is why you wouldn't tell me…" I looked towards the ground. Shaking my head I continued to talk to Mary's grave, "My brother's even more of a lunatic now. Now he's trying to kill himself. He turned the apartment in a meth lab, Mary."
"He needs you Stef. Just as much as he needs John." Mary said, standing behind her tombstone.
"Now I'm going crazy." I scoffed throwing the torn grass back on the ground.
"No, not crazy. You're hurting."
"What do I do? John and Sherlock are two of the most stubborn people I know. What am I suppose to do?"
"Show Sherlock how much you love him. It's the first time in a long time since the two of you have been together… Since you've talked."
"Sherlock?" I asked staring at a journal in my hand.
"Yeah…" He said picking up a piece of paper.
"Why haven't I been told?"
"What?" He said not paying attention to a word I was saying.
"SHERLOCK!" He whipped his head in my general direction, "Why didn't you tell me that I was adopted." I said while he was shining a black light on the paper that was in his hands.
"What are you talking…" He lowered the piece of paper.
"Sherlock, what's going on?"
"I'm not sure." He looked at me, "Adopted? Who told you that?"
Lifting the journal to eye level, "I read it."
"That's not mine." He commented, "When did you get that?"
"A few years ago. While Mycroft went to get you, I helped myself to some reading."
"Why are you just now bringing this up?" He reached for it only for me to pull it further from his grasp.
"I just started reading it."
He nodded his head, "We'll talk about this when I get back." He grabbed his coat.
"Did you know?" I followed him down the stairs as he stopped at the bottom.
He turned around, placing his hands against the sides of my head, placing a kiss on my forehead, "I found out. A few years ago. I'm… I'm sorry Stef but I have to go. I'll explain everything I promise. Just wait here."
"Always." I choked.
-About a Month Ago-
"Stefani… I wanted to ask you if you would be a godsister to Rosamund."
"Sherlock's the godfather Mary. That already makes me her godsister."
"Right…" She stumbled, "I'm sorry. These couple of weeks has been an adjustment. Sleep schedule is all messed up."
"Yes, of course."
"Stef, I'm here if you need to talk to somebody."
"It's not what you're thinking, Mary. What happened with Christopher isn't what I'm thinking about."
"Then what are you thinking about?"
"Did you ask me to Rosamund's godsister because you know I'm not actually Sherlock's sister?" I turned around.
Mary had her shocked laugh, "What would make you say that?"
"Mycroft's journal. And the fact that you started following me since Sherlock faked his death."
She scoffed.
"Mary please," I sat on the couch, "I'm tired of the secrets."
She took a deep breath, "I followed you because you were hanging out with John."
"No. I wouldn't talk to John and he barely talked to me. And don't tell me Mycroft put you up to it because I handled his job while he kept an eye on my brother."
"Fine. Yes, I followed you but not because of John. But because you looked familiar."
"Familiar how?"
And I'm back! :D I only watched the first to episodes once but there will be more! So stay tuned and thank you for patiently waiting for me to update (even though it was probably more waiting for Series 4). I'll do my best to update next week!