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 7 (Ella's POV):
I didn't know why I went to 221B Baker Street. I don't know why I went to them for help. But I do know I'm happy I did it. When no one opened the door I started to panic, but after the second try someone did open it. And thank god, that someone was Sherlock. He helped me upstairs, again. When I mentioned the cut he immediately took action. The wound wasn't too deep, but I knew from experience what an old wounds could do.
Sherlock had done a good job with the cut when John came in, Sherlock asked John to help him with a surprising amount of worry in his voice. John bent down and finished cleaning the wound. He left to get some medication, so the wound wouldn't get infected.
When he came back and finished with both the wound on my belly and forehead he seemed to want to ask something. *What do you want to ask John?* *Uhm, not to be rude, but when was the last time you showered?* I blushed. *Not since the last time I saw you guys. I didn't want to get my bandages wet so yeah. I tried to wash, but it didn't go that well.*
It was a very awkward silence. But luckily Sherlock came to the rescue. *You can us our shower, if you want.* *Really?* *Sure?* *Yeah, John can tied those wounds back up afterwards.* He bent down to my waist and undid my bandages. *There we go the bathroom is right over here.* I was led into a small bathroom and closed the door.
As I started to strip I realized that I was now nearly naked in the bathroom, which didn't have a lock, of two full grown man that I barely knew. Yet I never felt this safe before. I stepped into the shower, pulled the shower curtain aside and turned it on. When the shower was just right I grabbed the shampoo. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to use it, but they did tell me to go and take a shower. I clasped it opened and but no shampoo came out, no matter how hard I pressed. I screwed open the top and started to shake it up and down. Trying to get something out. Suddenly something came out, but it wasn't shampoo. I screamed and jumped back, pulling the shower curtain from the hinges.
As I fell, quiet painful, the door was swung open. John stud there pretty bewildered, Sherlock right behind him, looking concerned. *Ella, what happened?* He bend down to help me up. But as soon as I stood up, pain flared up my spine and the shower curtain, that had covered me, started to slip down. I was given a towel and slowly stood up. *In the shampoo bottle.* I stuttered, pointing shakily at the shower. John carefully went to the shower, and when he saw what I had dropped on the floor he sigh. *Sherlock!* He jelled scowling. *What did I do?* *What did I tell you about putting human parts all over the house. Ella could have gotten hurt.* Sherlock frowned, *I didn't leave anything in the bathroom, I cleaned it up a month ago.* John took a paper towel and picked the human finger from the bathroom tube. It was a right index finger and it was disgusting. It was half rotten and the nail was dangling of. The ordure had been disguised by the soap. *Oh Ya? What is this then?* I didn't quiet follow. Did these thing happen on a regular bases? Did they find lost bodies around the house all the time? The mere thought made me white.
*That one must have slid under my nose. I completely forgot about it. Sorry* Sherlock apologies cheekily. *We'll get rid of it!* Sherlock hastily took the in paper wrapped finger and left the room. *I don' suppose you want to use or shower anymore?* *No I rather not.* *Well, you can't just stop halfway the shower, we should ask Mrs. Hudson if you can use her shower.*