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 11 (Mycroft's POV):
The car drive went by fast and in silent. The girl, Ella, kept on glancing at me. I knew, she knew who I was. But I still couldn't help but wonder, why my brother kept her. He already had a little human pet, John. So why Ella? Maybe, maybe, he thought that she was more interesting. He had always liked kids, their straight forwards, not caring what the world thought of them. But Ella, was a teenager that was the exact opposite of what he liked. They were emotional, oppressed by the social pressure, or as he would put it, stupid. He would get his answers soon, but he still couldn't help but wonder.
*We're here, sir.* my drive said. Gosh, why did that man need to point out the obvious, all the time? *Thank you Jefferson. You may go.* Ella and I left the door and I knocked, John opened. *Mycroft!* he exclaimed: * What are you doing here? Before I could answer, Ella waved and said: * He brought me here.* John looked extremely surprised, well why he wouldn't be. *Uhm, come in, I suppose, Sherlock's upstairs. Ella, are you okay.* *Yeah sure.* There was a really awkward silence while we were walking upstairs, but I had gotten us to that a while ago.
It was not surprising that Sherlock was mad at me. He had no reason to be, I had done nothing. But he was quiet protective towards the people he loved, and Ella was one of those. *Mycroft, what are you doing?* He hissed through his teeth as he pulled me to the kitchen. *I might ask you the same thing.* I told him. *Why, if I may ask, is this teenager coming to your flat, Sherlock?* *She is a friend.* *Sherlock! Don't lie to me!* *Since when do you care, Mycroft? You never have before.* he sneered. *Sherlock just tell me. If I want to I can find that out. So just tell me.* Sherlock always had a problem with me finding things out about him secretly so with a big sigh he explained. *I found her being bullied and I decided to help. Now she has become a good friend who needs help so she comes to my flat. That is all.* Okay, that didn't seem a big deal. *As long as you're not thinking of adopting her.* I was planning to leave but Sherlock's reaction to this was not really normal. He looked surprised. Sherlock was surprised, that didn't happen often. *Adopt? Who? What? Uh? She is an orphan?* *You didn't know that?* *No! I didn't! How do YOU know?* Was Sherlock stupid? Wasn't it obvious? Didn't he do any research? *Sherlock, you are my brother. No one who meets you doesn't have their backgrounds checked. She is an orphan. She has been her entire life.*
Still shell shocked Sherlock told me to leave and went back to John and Ella.