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 12 (Sherlock's POV):
Ella was an orphan. How the hell had I missed that. An orphan. Well, that explained a whole lot. But I still couldn't believe it. Why hadn't she told them? I mean it might be a little awkward, but still. Now what do I do. Should I tell John? Should I confront Ella? In the end I decided I would ignore it until she left.
Ella and John were talking about random things. Laughing. The rest of the day John and I help Ella with her very, very boring homework and we talked a lot. At 6 o'clock Ella had to leave and John and I were left alone. *John, we need to talk about Ella.* *Why?* *Mycroft has told me something about Ella that is quiet important and you don't know yet.* *Sherlock skip the intro and just tell me.* I felt nervous. How would John react to this? *Ella is an orphan, she has been her entire life.*
*What do we do?* John said. *I mean how can we help? She's been our friend for a while now.* *I don't know John. I mean, what can we do?* Silence fell over the room. *We can't, you know, adopt her, can we?* It seemed such a stupid thing to ask, I never wanted to child, but I couldn't let Ella live her life in an orphanage. The chances of her getting adopted at this age was slim, very slim.
It seemed John was having the same moral conflict and it was impossible to see what he would chose. Eventually he started to talk. *We can't, can we? I mean we aren't parents, hell we are probably one of the most irresponsible people I have ever met. We can't take care of a young girl.* I thought he had finished and was going to give him my opinion, but he continued without looking up. *But we can't just leave her, can we? I mean she is 15, how big is the chance she'll get adopted. She'll stay in the orphanage till she's 18 and then what? She'll have nearly no money, she'll have nowhere to go. She'll end up a prostituted, or dead. God Sherlock, what do we do? *
Clearly distorted he let himself fall down on the couch with a sigh. I put my hand on his knee, trying to calm him down. *I think we should think this out. We shouldn't do anything till we've talked this over. If we make the wrong decision we will be in a lot of trouble. Let's calm down and sleep over it before we do anything. * It was getting late and we hadn't even eaten yet. *Let's go to a restaurant and talk some more.* We did that but still didn't come up with a solution. The only thing we decided on was not to tell Ella we knew. She wasn't telling us for a reason, maybe she just didn't trust us yet, or just didn't feel comfortable telling people. We would wait till she told us.
John went to bed earlier than me. I, however, stayed up late. Searching the net, trying to find out more about Ella. And I was doing some research about adopting. I might not ever think I would take care of a child, but with Ella, I was thinking about it, it might not be easy or convenient but it felt right.