The Orphan
Summary: When Sherlock decides to go shopping out of boredom, he witness Ella getting beaten. When he scares away the bullies he does something that will change everything. Meanwhile John is starting to question if really isn't gay.
Disclaimer: To bad, too bad. I sadly do not own Sherlock. I do however own everything in this story that doesn't happen in the Sherlock.
Auteurs note: This is my first romance Fanfiction. Please do review and give me hints, but no flame please. Don't like, don't read. Thank you and enjoy.
Extra: It is rated K but there will be mention of child abuse.
Chapter 4 (Ella POV):
I wasn't sure how to feel. Here I was. In a strangers room. With two grownup man. One of them carried a gun with him, but he did help me to get rid of the bully and the other man didn't seem to find it strange that he brought a young girl in their apartment. And for what would I be a client?
Looking around the room I saw, to my horror, a yellow smile painted on the wall with bullet holes in it. Who were these guys? But they offered to help me and weren't asking anything in return so. What could go wrong? If they wanted to do something it would have happened a while ago.
*Bruised. I'll put a bandage around it.*One of them said and he left the room. The other one, I think his name was Sherlock, stayed seated next to me. I cleared my through: *My name is Ella.* *Mine is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes. That there is John Watson.* *What did that madam mean when she asked if I was your client?* I asked to get rid of the silent. *Well, I am a consulting detective. Which means that if the police has no idea what to do, they ask me to help and I solve the mystery. But that doesn't pay really good so I also allow people with problems to come and tell me what they want me to do. But mostly it is extremely boring.*
*Oh… And is Mr. Watson also a consulting detective?* *NO* I was answered by another voice. It was the voice of Mr. Watson.*I'm no consulting detective. And you can call me John, by the way.* I smiled: *Okay John, so what are you then?* *I was a war doctor. After an injury I was send away. So I became a doctor, but my hobbies were blogger and Sherlock's assistant. But I quit my job a few weeks ago. It was too much. I couldn't show up at my work and I didn't have enough excuses. Now I am blogger and Sherlock's assistant but if I have time left I help at the hospital.*
He had finished wrapping my ribs. *There all done. You need to come back in a week for a check-up. I'll get you something against the pain. Wait here.* And Mr., no, John was gone again. *what is your name?* Sherlock asked. *I told you all ready.* *Your last name.* I wasn't sure why, but I didn't feel like telling him my real name. * Ella Yeta. My name is Yeta.* A girl I knew name was Yeta, so it did exist. *
*That's a nice name. Here for you.* It was John, he handed me a little pot of pills. *Try to breath as normal as possible. You should be fully healed in 4 weeks.* He handed me a paper. *It has our phone number, email address and normal address. So you can contact us and fined us.*
*Thank you very much. Both of you. I really appreciate it.* Both men smiled. *Your welcome* Sherlock helped me back down and went to the street. *Would you like me to get you a cab?* *No. You don't need to do that. And I don't have any money to pay. If you could just tell me the way.* He frowned.*Tell you the way? Don't you know your way back?* Now I was blushing: *Uhm. I saw the bullies coming so I started to run. I didn't know where I was going to.*
*Well then I'm certainly getting you a cab, and don't worry about the money. I'll pay, I've got enough money.* I wanted to protest but he was already waving for a cab. It didn't take long before a cab stopped. He opened the cab door and helped me in. *Thank you, again.* *Don't worry about it.* He turned to the cab driver and hesitated. *Where do you live?* Now that was something I wasn't going to tell. I needed to come up with an address close to my home. And fast. *Uhm, 57 Penge Road.* *You heard her. Here is the money. Keep the change.* He winked at me and the cab left.
As I saw Sherlock leave, I wondered. What had made this man help me? Many people had just walk by or when they were threatened they would leave. Some would help me up, but no one ever brought me to a doctor. Made sure I was fine and even bought me my way home. He didn't ask anything in return. Well only my name. Oh god! Now I felt very guilty. He had asked me one question and I had lied. But I didn't want them to know. I didn't want them to know I am an orphan.