Uncle Sherlock Chapter 2

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I do not own Sherlock, I do however, own Allison.

Allison stomped angrily up to her uncle's flat, the stairs groaning their protest. Once she reached the door, she was struck by an odd sense of déjà vu, she had been her not moments ago, though she was much happier to see her uncle then rather than now. Before she could throw open the door-she had no intention of knocking- it was opened up from the other side, revealing a very calm looking Sherlock. Allison could barely contain her anger and just when she was about to shout at him, Sherlock held up a hand,

"Before you disturb the entire neighborhood, dear niece, may I explain why I declined that imbecile- I mean boy." Sherlock said, correcting himself once he saw her glare sharpen.

Allison grudgingly agreed to listen to her uncle's reasons, though she was sure he was just being overprotective, as he usually was. Allison took her usual spot on the couch, gesturing for Sherlock to explain himself. Sherlock let out a sigh and sat in the chair that the boy from earlier had occupied. Sherlock had sprayed the chair with heavy amounts of disinfectant and once his sensitive nose had caught a whiff of the fumes, he immediately stood up, deciding to talk to his niece while standing in front of the still open window,

"Once I had deduced the imbecile- I mean, the boy, it came to my attention that he was intimately involved with at least several other women. Once I had discovered this fact, I came to the conclusion that he would either have to stay out of your life, or I would have to tell John and Mary that I would be needing assistance in hiding a body." Sherlock said, he spared a glance at his niece, her face held disbelief and Sherlock was at a loss, he hadn't the slightest clue as to what he was supposed to say, what he could say to make her feel better.

Allison knew that Sherlock was telling the truth, she inherited that from her mom, she could always tell when he was fibbing, and right now, he most certainly was not. Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she thought of everything that she and Adam had done together, it seemed like he genuinely liked her, he told her that he loved her, had all of that meant nothing? A quiet sob came from her mouth, and just before Allison could let anything else out, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

"Shhh, its okay, Allison, it's alright." Sherlock soothed, he didn't really know what he was doing, he hadn't seen her cry since she was ten years old, but that was easy enough to fix, all he had to do was break down and buy her the stupid doll she wanted, but a heartbroken teenage girl? Sherlock had no clue, so, he held her close, and let her cry; he didn't know what else he could do. He held her, and he hummed her lullaby, hoping that it would be enough. Eventually, Allison's breathing had returned to normal, and Sherlock pulled away so that he could take a look at her face. He wiped away the remaining tears, and he smiled at her, trying to show her that it would be alright,

"Would you like some tea? It's fresh," Sherlock whispered, and Allison slowly nodded her head, not trusting her voice. Sherlock got up from the couch, but before he left the room, he grabbed the blanket that was hanging off of the couch and he draped it around Allison's shoulders. He ruffled her hair and went off to his kitchen to pour his favorite niece a cup of tea.

Sherlock returned to the sitting room, steaming cup of tea in hand, and sat back down next to Allison. She took the cup from him and took a sip, sniffling every now and then. Sherlock wrapped an arm around her and held her close to his side, his heart heavy with her sadness.

"Sherly, why do I always attract the bad ones?" Allison asked, her voice barely loud enough for him to hear, "Why am I some kind of jerk magnet?" She stared into the cup, not wanting to look at him.

Sherlock didn't know what he could say to her to make the hurt go away. He wished he could tell her how amazing she is and that boys were all stupid, he wished he could go back in time to when she was little and he could just tell her that boys had coodies, those were the easy days. He heard a scoff from next to him, and he turned his eyes to Allison to see what had caused that reaction,

"Oh please, Sherly, coodies?" Allison smirked at her uncle,

"Did I say that out loud?" Sherlock asked, shocked at himself,

"Yes, and it managed to make me feel better." Allison said, her smirk growing into a sincere smile, "Thank you Sherly, I'm happy you're my uncle." Allison said, leaning against him.

Sherlock let a small smile grace his features, pleased by what she had said. He was never very good at affection, but he was glad that he seemed to be doing it right with Allison. As he was thinking to himself, he absently began stroking Allison's hair and humming her lullaby, something he used to do often when she would wake up from nightmares. Slowly, Allison's breathing evened out and she fell asleep against Sherlock. He didn't stop however, until he had finished the song, once he had, he gently pulled away from Allison being sure to support her with his arms so that she wouldn't fall over. Carefully, he lifted her into his arms and made way for his bedroom.

Sherlock set her down on one side of the mattress so that he could turn down the other side. Once he had done that, he removed his niece's shoes and placed her under the covers, being she to pull them up to her chin. Once that had been done, he stroked her hair a few more times before exiting the room, closing the door softly behind him. He went to the sitting room to retrieve his violin, he decided that he might as well play to pass the time, seeing as Lestrade hadn't brought him any interesting cases. So he settled for playing the lullaby he had just finished humming, knowing that it wouldn't disturb Allison.

Hours later, Allison finally began to stir, she was warm and she didn't feel like waking up yet, so she snuggled deeper into her covers. Wait a minute, she thought, she sniffed a bit before sitting upright, this was not her bed, it was Sherlock's! It smelled just like him, peppermint mixed with cigarette smoke, though he claimed he had quit, the smell still lingered around him. Slightly confused, Allison pulled herself out of the covers, recalling the day's events that led her to her current surroundings. She was just so emotionally exhausted, and then Sherlock had begun humming and she was just so calm, she couldn't help falling asleep. Allison stretched a bit before heading out to the front room in search of her uncle. She found him passed out on the couch, the windows were still open and Sherlock hadn't covered himself with anything warm before dozing off. Sighing, Allison closed the windows and then pulled a blanket over her uncle, the git, he should know better than to sleep with the windows open in the middle of the night. Allison froze middle of the night?! She thought, oh no, mum's gonna kill me! Allison quickly got all of her stuff together before dashing out of the flat, she left a note for Sherlock, explaining that she had woken up and gone home.

Allison dashed down the streets, she was no good at hailing taxis, and she had no money on her anyway. She slowed down, out of breath, and paused to take in her surroundings.

"Well, look who it is." Someone called from behind her, Allison felt a shiver run through her, terror working its way through her system.