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 8 (Ella's POV)
John led me downstairs. I felt incredibly awkward, I was naked underneath a towel. A blush started to creep up my neck as he called the landlady. *What is it John?* She called, staying in her kitchen. *She needs to use your bathroom, to take a shower.* He said, pointing at me. *Who is she, your girlfriend?* I started to giggle, the lady still hadn't turned around. *No! Off course not.* John said, his cheeks reddening fast. The lady turned around and smiled. *Oh. Well, I'm happy you're not dear, John's a little too old to be your boyfriend isn't he. Well come along, I'll get you into the shower.*
Mrs. Hudson brought me to the living room and sat me down. *It will take a while till the water is warm.* She turned on a shower in the bathroom and sat down in the chair. *So, what did Sherlock do to spook you out of the shower, dear?* Oh, great I was blushing again. *He put a finger in the shampoo bottle.* *A finger! I told him not to do that anymore!* She looked very frustrated. *Anymore? You mean he did it before? Putting a finger in the shampoo bottle?* *Well not a finger, that's a first. But I think we had a toe, a nose and an ear already. And then I'm not telling you what he did in my kitchen.*
I felt like I was going to be sick. Sherlock had human body parts, in the house. And it was normal! She seemed to sense my distress. *Oh, don't worry dear. He doesn't take them from the living. He has a friend who can access the morgue. She gives him the body parts. He uses them for science experiments. Nothing more.* I wasn't too sure if that was all right or legal but I decided to let it slide. Just for once. *How do you know Sherlock?*: she asked smiling. *He kind of scared my bullies away. And offered to help me with my bruised.* *did he now? **Well, Yes. * I didn't understand her confuision.* Why wouldn't he?* *Well you see dear. Sherlock isn't the guy who spontaneous offers help. In fact. It is hard to image him helping anyone he doesn't directly know, like or gives him an interesting case.*
*Really?* this took me by surprise. * He seemed so kind and carrying. And john too. Neither of them hesitated to help.* *Sherlock did get bullied when he was a child so he can probably relate.* I was just going to ask what she meant when she stood up. * I think the water will be warm by now so. Go ahead.*
(John's POV)
Sherlock had done it again. I just couldn't understand it. I thought he liked the girl, but then he scared the crap out of her. To hell he forgot the finger. Sherlock doesn't forget. I had left Ella in good hands and was going to give him a lecture. As I reached the kitchen where Sherlock was standing.
Sherlock had taken of his shirt! Sherlock was standing shirtless in the kitchen! It wasn't the first time he saw Sherlock half naked. But now it seemed different. He stared at his flatmates chest and couldn't pull his eyes away from it. It wasn't very muscular, but there wasn't an inch of fat on it. You could practically count the ribs from where I was standing. But the chest wasn't ugly. I could see the beginning of muscle being formed, his skin was flawless apart from some little scars and it was a tiny bit toned. How the hell did Sherlock get his chest toned?
I felt the impossible urge to touch him, to let my fingers feel the vulnerable flesh of his chest. As my eyes were consuming Sherlock beautiful upper region my eyes started to drift a little lower. His pants were hanging low around his hips and you could see his firm hip bones. His beautiful soft hip bones. *Uhm.* Sherlock cough brought me back to reality. Realising how low my eyes were I shot them back up. Sherlock was grinning a little. *My eyes are up here, John.* he said mockingly. *Sod off* and I stormed into my room slamming the doors closed.
From the second the door closed I dropped myself on my bed. What had just happened? Why had Sherlock been standing half naked in their kitchen? Why had I been staring at his chest? His beautiful, soft. Shut up! I nearly jelled to myself. Ugh! I was going crazy! I WAS NOT GAY!
Right?