Chapter 5: Blood Will Tell~
They took a short, silent ride in the car to Bart's. Mycroft sat up front with their driver,and Sherlock and the Watsons, sat in the back. Everyone was distracted with their own thoughts.
John sat in between the two people he cared the most for in the entire world. He wondered how it had escaped him for so long that they were related? Other than it was impossible. But of course, the way they had merged together, like they had been seperated for a long time,and not like they had only just begun to know each other. And how they were so much alike, in subtle ways...
So much had happened today that John's stomach was buzzing. Mary laid her head on his shoulder. Not "Mary" he reminded himself."Sherrinford", actually. Sherlock must have read his thoughts.
"If we have drawn the right conclusion, which it is very unlikely that we have not, then ...I just need to say..."
Everyone waited for Sherlock's very first, new life experience attempt ,at trying to express emotions. But, at least, they knew not to hold their breath.
"That Sherrinford is a bloody awful-simply dreadful-terrible name for a woman, and our parents were tripping harder than I ever did when they named all three of us, so we will resume calling you Mary Watson.
Seeing as you technically are not a Holmes but a Watson, now that you married John."
She smiled at John, who smiled back, "God, I married a Holmes."
"You married two,actually." Mary teased.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, and looked out the window. John reached his arm around him,and leaned close to speak directly in his ear, which Mary still heard, but he apparently didn't want Mycroft to,
"You ok? I mean, there's obviously a disconnect,you didn't remember you even had a sister until tonight..."
Sherlock swallowed, looked down at him. "Oh, actually ,I did. Only I thought she only existed in my dreams...Like an imaginary friend, that's what kids do, isn't it? And then there was the infamous day that I overdosed. So, a lot of those dreams faded,..."
John cringed,"This story has so many holes..."
"Not a story. A case. The Holmes Case."Sherlock said, huffing. "And one in which I am my own client, mmm, this should be fun." He nodded, actually being sarcastic about that, though John could understand. It wasn't so much fun when it's your own head you have to wade through, your own mind and memory you have to fight with...
~~They had to wait for a while to even begin the labwork. As soon as Molly caught a glimpse of the detective,she pounced him, clinging to him like a child. "You were dead, they showed it on telly-the bike sucked under the train, and there were sparks..., a lot of them, and... that time you were really dead...And-you-you weren't coming back-and" she was sobbing. This was Molly's equivalent of the Reichenbach Fall. "And this time wasn't even your fault ,so I can't slap you..but I really WANT to slap you-sorry!...Just...you were dead!"She was chewing at her lip,straining , him being much taller than her now made more obvious to the eye. He the bowed over her so she'd strain less, and allowed her to cling to him for a long time. "Not dead, really. It's alright..."
"Why,why were they trying to kill you?And Mary too, oh God!-are you ok,Mary?..And,Sherlock...Do you have to go away again?"
This time Sherlock looked very unsure of himself. "I don't know." he said in a choked voice. "I hope not...I never wanted..." he looked down, Molly laid a hand on his cheek.
"Anything...you need...You said...you needed,my help?"
When they explained their situation, and what Sherlock and Mycroft's foster parents had done, Molly's eyes were huge,and looked at Mary.
"Uhh...ok, we can...we can do a blood test, it'll take a while , but..."She bit her lip."Oh my God, Greg, Mrs. Hudson, they need to know you're ok!"
Sherlock nodded,"But no one else can know we're alive.I...think I want Greg here...he and I need to talk,..."
They ran the blood test. And Molly asked for Mycroft and Sherlock's blood too. Sherlock was dialing Greg,and offered his arm without blinking like he didn't even feel the needle, of course because he was so used to needles... John stood silently by, wondering what kind of horrifying past his best mate,and his wife had laying behind was becoming swiftly clear -like the calling of God even- that it was his responsibility to save them from a likewise dark future.
Before he even knew his phone had rung, Greg walked into the morgue. Had come to see Molly. It turned out Greg had been recently divorced-she left-and he and Molly had been dating. He was trying,(and failing) not to cry. Gave a faint yelp when he saw his friends, like he didn't know which one to hug first. John took a few strides forward,and hugged him instead,as he nearly collapsed on the floor.
"Hey,you wanna really blow your mind?Studies are showing that my wife is my best mate's long lost twin sister!Go figure!"
Molly nodded. "Their DNA is all a very close match. She is THE Sherrinford. For sure."
Greg stood up, clinging to John,and looking him in the eyes, tears pouring down his face.
"What?!"
John laughed, "Oi,and it's Christmas..."
Sherlock stepped forward, "I need to talk with you...about...a case...My case..."
"You...need to...?" Greg was shaking when John let go of him,and let him throw his arms around Sherlock.
"A case?But Sherlock, your coat was SOAKED in blood, your bike was smashed to BITS. You were dead...Good and proper. Dead ."
John huffed, "Another miracle, all the time. God must love me!" he laughed Greg buried his face in Sherlock's shoulder."DEAD!" he cried,and the sound was absorbed by Sherlock's bones.
"Well...not now...Not now,it's alright now..."Sherlock said,and pulled him close in turn. "Not dead ...now."