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
Extra: It is rated K but there will be mention of child abuse.
Chapter 14 (Ella's POV):
School went on and I got the occasional beating, but seemed wasn't too bad. I still went to Sherlock's and John's apartment, but something was off. They acted stranger, around each other and around me. It as a Saturday afternoon and I went to see John and Sherlock. I had texted them, but they hadn't answered. I had a question about a piece of chemistry homework, they told me I was always allowed to come so I went anyway. They might be on a case, but I'll have a look. I knocked on the door, and Mrs. Hudson opened. *Oh, hello Ella, dear. Come in. Sherlock and John are inside, I think they're upstairs working on something.* *Thanks Mrs. Hudson.* I continued my way upstairs and opened the door.
I didn't however expect to see what I saw. John and Sherlock were lying on the couch, well technically Sherlock was lying on the couch and John was lying on Sherlock. And they were kissing. I stared my mouth hanging low. What the hell was happening? Neither of them seemed to realise I was there and I wasn't sure what to do. I heard a little yelp and turned around. Mrs. Hudson stood there holding a tray with thee. Sherlock and John looked up startled and moved of each other. It seemed like they were going to give some kind of explanation, or deny what was happening was real. *Oh my god! I knew it, I knew it! Lestrade owns me 100 bucks! Oh I can't believe it!* Mrs. Hudson squealed as she moved forward placing the tray on the ground. She hugged the two, still stun men, and kissed them on the check. *Congratulation! It's good that you finally gave in. You shouldn't hide your real feelings. The sexual tension was getting quite bad, all that staring and the snapping*
*Mrs. Hudson! Please leave us alone.* Sherlock said, staying calm. Mrs. Hudson left, still smiling, and I was left with the two men, my checks still red. *I'm sorry guys, I should have knocked. I'll go now.* I turned around to leave but I was stopped by John. *No, it's okay. You were going to find out eventually, just didn't expect you yet.* *Well to be fair I did send John a text a while ago.* John grabbed his phone to check and nodded, seeing the text. *Okay, let's have a look at your problem.*
We didn't talk about the entire them being gay thing for some reason. We just worked and talked like any normal day. The fact that they were gay was just accepted. We had a long conversation about chemistry and a bunch of things I could barely understand. We were talking about school and home and everything. It felt good, it felt safe, it felt like I had friends or even a little family. For months now they had helped me and taken care of me. They had allowed me in their home and given me protection. And here I was lying about everything, I shouldn't lie about who I was, what I was. I decided I would tell them that very moment.
*John, Sherlock. I need to tell you something. I've been lying to you.* they listened to me. *I, I, I'm a. Ugh, I'm not.* I put my head in my hand, trying to calm myself down. I had a hard time saying this. I couldn't explain what was going on. I wanted to tell them but I just couldn't. I groaned hard. *Ella, you can tell us.* Sherlock said calmly while John put his hand on my shoulder. *I'm an orphan.* I said letting out a deep breath. *I'm an orphan. I don't know my parents, I never have. I don't know if there dead or alive. I don't know if they loved me, if they had a choice. I know nothing. I only know that I was found in the middle of a field, only wearing a diaper. I was sick and I was burned. I, I.* the rest was stopped by a sob that I just couldn't stop.
In the orphanage we never talked about our past. When we were 13 we got our file which told us what they knew, but that was all. You didn't have a past, you didn't talk about the past, you didn't cry about the past. This was the first time I let out these emotions. I wasn't sobbing, or violating shaking. Tears were just slipping down my face onto the ground. I felt a pair of arms pull me close as John grabbed me. *It's okay, Ella. Its okay.* Sherlock was stroking my hair and they were both just calming me down. I don't know when it happened but I must have fallen asleep. I hadn't been sleeping well the last days and now I was fell asleep.