I opened the door to the house with my key. The first thing I saw was Dad looking very strangely at me.

'Anything wrong, Dad?' I asked, putting my phone down on the telephone stand as I undid my shoelaces.

'Did he say sorry?' he asked.

I raised my eyebrow as I stood straight again. 'Who, Sherlock?' Dad nodded. 'Yes, he did. And I forgave him. But I'm starting to regret my decision.'

Wrong move.

'What has he done, Kodi?' he asked me firmly.

I smiled lightly. 'He just doesn't know the meaning of forgiveness. But it's fine. I bet John'll tell you that he's an angel once you get to know him.'

Dad frowned. 'Do you plan to?'

We both walked into the living room. 'What?' I asked as Dad sat on the sofa and I sat on the beanbag opposite.

'Get to know him. Sherlock, I mean,' he explained.

What did I say? That the very idea had once crossed my mind? That would make Dad mad. It was obvious he didn't want me anywhere near Sherlock.

'Kodi?' I looked up at him and his gaze softened when he saw the hesitation resting in my eyes. 'Look, honey, I only ask because I don't want you to get hurt again.

'You've already been broken by a scumbag and I really don't want you to see you wounded again. You're my youngest daughter and it's my job to protect you. I let it slip once and that was my biggest mistake. I won't let it happen again.'

I smiled lightly. I stood and sat next to him. 'Dad… that wasn't your fault. Hell, I didn't even see it coming. No one did. It was probably inevitable. And anyway, I'm better off without him.'

Dad let out a sigh, which turned into a smile. He took my hand. 'I know, Kodes. It's just…' He sighed again.

My phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID, puzzled. 'It's John,' I announced.

John never called. It was always text. He said that he was used to texting now because he always texted Sherlock.

'John,' I greeted.

'Kodi, I've been an idiot,' he declared.

I frowned. That wasn't good. 'What have you done, John?'

'I meant to text you to ask whether you thought Molly would like her ring.'

'But you said that she told you she liked it when you were out?'

'Yeah, I was just going to double check. But that's not the point.'

I sighed, exasperated. 'OK, what's your point?'

'I texted Molly by mistake.'

'Fuck…' I mused.

'Exactly. And now she thinks I've got another girlfriend and that I don't love her. I tried calling her but she won't pick up.'

'You, John Watson, are an official idiot,' I told him, teasingly.

'Yeah, yeah, don't need to rub it in, Kodi,' he sighed.

'OK, OK, sorry. What do want me to do?'

'Text her. Call her. Do whatever you can to get her to realise I love her more than anything.' He sighed again.

'OK. Will do,' I said. The phone was already halfway away from my ear.

'Alright, sis. And Kodi?'

'Yes, John?'

'Thank you. Seriously. You're a life saver.'

I smiled. 'Thank me when Molly knows you love her, K?'

He laughed. 'Fine. Catch you later.'

'Bye,' I said before the line was cut.

'What has he done now?' Dad asked, smiling.

'He's gone and hinted to Hooper that he has another girlfriend.' I shook my head at my brother's stupidity.

'How's he done that?'

'He's going to propose to Molly, and he's bought this ring that he knows she likes. It's really pretty and all. Anyway, he meant to ask me whether or not I thought she'd like it, just to 'double check' but he texted her instead of me.'

Dad smiled. 'Son, you are an idiot.'

My phone pinged. Molly.

Has John ever told you about another girlfriend? Another girlfriend that's not me? - MH

I smiled. I decided I'd have a little fun before I broke the news.

No. Why? - KW

He asked me 'do you think she'll like the ring I bought for her?' - MH

He did, yes. I remember now. - KW

WHO? I might have to kill her, or John, depending on my mood. - MH

'Nah, this was before you two were an item. And this was a guy. - KW

He's going out with his ex-boyfriend again? - MH

No. He and Jack are over. It's been over between them for two years. And I highly doubt they'd want to get back together again. - KW

THEN WHO'S SHE? - MH

I smiled again. At the rate Molly's anger was fuelling, if John did have another girlfriend, Molly most probably would kill her.

I don't know. But I do know one thing. - KW

What? - MH

John loves you, Moll. He really does. He loves you with all his heart. - KW

I don't know, Kodes… - MH

Believe me, Molly Hooper. My brother loves you more than anything. You're very lucky to have him. A very lucky girl indeed. - KW

If you say so, Kodi Watson. - MH

'Well, Miss Watson?' Dad asked.

'Molly's kinda angry. But I told her that John loves her. Because he does,' I replied.

Dad laughed. 'Of course he does. My son's not one to lie and be disloyal.'

'I kn-'

Another text. This one from Sherlock.

Would you mind talking to your brother? He's been an idiot and told Molly Hooper about his plans of engagement and now she thinks he has another girlfriend. I have tried talking to him but he won't listen to me. This might be very un-Sherlock-like, but I am worried about him. John is not normally like this. Please talk to him. I want my best friend back. - SH

My face stretched into a grin. 'Aww,' I whispered.

'What?' Dad said, raising his eyebrow.

I showed him the text. Dad's face changed from angry to soft by the time he got to the bottom of the text. 'OK,' he said. 'I'm not really fond of this Sherlock Holmes guy but, I have to admit, that is sweet.'

I know. And I've talked to him. I've promised him that I'd talk to Molly and tell her he loved her. I've done my bit. Now it's up to them to work it out between them. - KW

Then my phone rang once again. I sighed, rolling my eyes. This time it was Tara.

I didn't really want to answer but I knew we'd have to talk to one another sometime. And it was better sooner than later. I needed her. 'Hello? Tara?'

'Hey, Kodi,' she said, rather sheepishly. 'You OK?'

'I'm fine. Thank you. You?'

'Yeah, I'm not too bad.'

'Is… there anything you need?'

'I just… I just wanted to…'

I was faintly aware of Dad telling me he needed to speak to Mum and then getting up and leaving.

'Yes, Tara?'

'I just… OK, I'm not going to beat around the bush. I'm sorry. For, you know, being harsh on you today. I just, I was annoyed and then you called and… yeah. Sorry.'

'It's OK,' I said, smiling madly. My best friend and I were working it out already. 'May I ask why you were annoyed?'

'Mum asked me why you and I had a… 'little tumble down the broken friends hole the other day' as she calls it, you know, after Sherlock said… you know what he said. And then I lied. I said how you were really ill and I got on your nerves and you swore at me and you told me to leave-'

'Gee, thanks, T!' I replied.

'But you know my mum. She can see right through my lies because she's so skilled at this-'

'Or,' I interrupted. 'You're just not very good at lying.'

She laughed sheepishly. 'OK, OK, you have a fair point. Anyway. Let's get serious. She said how you would never swear at me because I was your best friend. Then she told me to sit down and tell her exactly what happened.'

'Tara, did you happen to tell your mother about Sherlock and what exactly he said to me?'

'No, no, I left the exact details out. Anyway, I told her, and then apparently it's my fault for not looking after you properly.'

I frowned. 'How?' I asked incredulously.

'I don't know. But I got to go. See you later maybe and work this all out, have a proper apology?'

'Brilliant. I'll text you the details later, OK?'

'Perfect. Bye!'

After we hung up, I was aware of Harry muttering curse words. I rolled my eyes. Harry only swore when she was drunk or on the verge of being so. I quickly got up off the sofa and walked into the hallway to see Harry struggling to do the buttons up on her jacket.

'Here, Harry,' I said, walking up to her. 'Let me help you.'

I reached out to take her buttons but she swatted my hand away. 'Gerroff!' she slurred. 'I don't need no help!'

I sighed. She'd only just gone and got herself properly drunk again. 'Look, Harry, where do you want to go?' I spoke slowly, as if talking to a child.

She frowned. 'See… Clara…' she mumbled, before she went limp and dropped to the floor.

'Harry!' I yelled.

'M'fine,' she muttered as she slowly regained consciousness and opened her eyes.

'No. You're not,' I told her firmly. 'Mum! Dad!' I called, trying to haul her up myself. 'We're going to put you to bed and I'll see if I can get a hold of Clara.'

At that point, Mum and Dad came running. 'Oh, Harry!' Mum scolded, and she and Dad ran to help me pull Harry up.

We held her upright and guided her up the stairs. Mum and Dad tucked her into her bed while I took her phone and dialled Clara's number.

You have reached Clara Dillon's voicemail service. Please leave a message after the tone. I will try to get back to you as soon as possible. *beep*

'Hi, Clara. This is Kodi, Harry's sister,' I said, frustrated that the one time I tried to get through to her, she was busy. 'Um, Harry wanted to come and see you but she's got drunk. I promised I'd try to ask you to come and see her. She's gone to sleep now. Ring her number when you get this. Bye.'

I cut the call and looked into Harry's room. She was wide awake, staring at me intently. I walked into the darkened room, smiling.

'Harry,' I said. 'Try to sleep. You'll feel better after a few hours of sleep.'

She reached out and took my wrist. 'Kodi, listen,' she whispered.

I knelt beside her. 'What is it?' I whispered back, squeezing her hand.

'I'm… sorry.'

I raised an eyebrow. 'What for?'

'For being this way. For being unable to let go of my addiction. For being such a terrible big sister to you. I think you'd have been better off being born first.'

I sighed. 'Harry…' I trailed off.

She shook her head, then immediately winced. She grimaced as she slowly sat up. 'No, Kodi. Please understand. Even though I hardly show it… I…'

Seriously, I was starting to tear up. 'I… love… I love you. I love you so much and I'm so glad you're here for me.'

'She threw her arms around me in a hug, and I had no choice to smile. 'I love you, too, big sister. I love you.' I placed my arms around her shoulders.

Then the tears fell. From my eyes as well as hers. This was the first time we had felt so close in years. The first time when we had told each other we loved each other since we were both teenagers. And our early teen years felt like eons ago, even though I was thirteen only fourteen years before.

Harry started drinking when she was sixteen and I was fourteen. Thirteen years. Thirteen years since our sistership first started cracking. Thirteen years of a messed up bond.

But now, slowly but surely, everything was starting to come together. Finally, the stiches of our quilt were being tightened.

Now I just had to do the same thing with Harry and John.

So. Chapter four is over. Sorry for it being mostly a text/phone conversation driven chapter. But thank you for all the reviews I received. Even though it wasn't five like I had asked, it was something. So thank you. Please review this chapter as well.