Uncle Sherlock Chapter 4:
Hello world! I've decided to write, mostly because SavySnape is sitting next to me and harassing me about updating ;P just kidding! Love SavySnape! But seriously she did encourage me to write this chapter, so you have her to thank for this update :) Anyway, here goes Chapter 4, Review please! :)
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"Sherlock!" Allison called, screaming at the top of her lungs. The man across from her merely allowed for his grin to grow larger, already planning on how to hide the body. Survival instincts kicking in, Allison thought back to when her mum had taught her self-defense, how to incapacitate someone as quickly as possible.
Running forward, she took the man by surprise by jabbing him quickly in the throat before kicking him harshly in the groin, making him to double over in pain. Taking advantage of his pained state, Allison grabbed his shoulders and kneed him in the face, causing him to black out. Stepping back, Allison pulled her phone out from her back pocket and quickly dialed Sherlock's number, knowing it wouldn't take much to wake him,
"Hello? Allison? Where are you?" Sherlock's voice came through the cellphone, his tone indicating he was concerned,
"Didn't you see my note? Oh well, it's not important, would you come outside? I need your help, I'm only a few blocks away, and you need to bring handcuffs. Maybe a Taser." Allison said as she looked down at the man before her,
"On my way, I'll be there in less than three minutes. What direction?" Sherlock responded, she could hear the faint clicking of the door as he left his flat,
"Left." She said and with a final goodbye, Allison hung up.
Before long, Allison saw her uncle at the end of the street, as soon as his eyes found her, he broke out into a run. Allison was about to explain what had happened, but was surprised to be met with a bone crushing hug, courtesy of Sherlock,
"Sherly? What are you…?" Allison said, timidly returning the hug,
"I was so worried about you! Why on Earth did you leave the flat!? Thank God nothing happened to you!" Sherlock said, hugging her a little closer to himself before pulling away and looking at the man on the ground,
"Though I can't say the same for him, I brought the handcuffs, who is he?" Sherlock said, a glare hardening his features, "Ah, wait, I remember now, George Harrison, correct?" He asked her and Allison merely nodded. She took the handcuffs from Sherlock and knelt to put them on the man. When she got back up, she saw that Sherlock had his phone to his ear, talking quietly and rather impatiently to the voice on the phone,
"I don't care that it's 'the middle of the night', there's been an emergency!"
"No it can't wait for tomorrow! Just meet us at Baker Street, Lestrade."
"Yes, yes we're fine."
"Would you mind calling them for me? They'll be quite frantic and I don't really have the patience right now."
"Yes, alright. Goodbye."
Sherlock hung up the phone before turning his eyes back to the man on the ground, "Right then, let's move him, Lestrade should be here in a short while, though I assume you parents will be here in less than ten minutes." He said and moved to grab one arm of Harrison, gesturing for Allison to grab the other.
Together, they hauled the man back to Baker Street, he had woken up once, but as he began to struggle Sherlock simply pressed down on a pressure point on the man's neck, causing him to black out yet again in just a few seconds.
Once they had reached the door to 221B, they dropped the man to the ground and took a seat on the steps to the door,
"What on Earth were you doing outside at this time of night? I woke up to check on you and you were gone, you had me frantic, I thought you'd run away." Sherlock said, both angry and relieved,
"I saw the time once I had woken up so I ran out to get back home, I knew mum and dad were going to be absolutely livid with me for staying out so late, and you were actually sleeping so I decided not to disturb you. I didn't think I was going to be attacked." Allison defended, not wanting her uncle to be angry at her.
Sherlock sighed, he knew his anger was misplaced, but the thought of what could have happened to his darling niece drove him mad. He took a moment to compose himself, wanting to organize his thoughts and feelings before speaking again. He pressed his palms together beneath his chin, sighing once again before turning his gaze back to his niece. Allison stood with her head high, arms crossed over her chest,
"Allison…" Sherlock began, pausing every so often to select the phrasing of his words, "I have no authority to punish you… and I understand that you don't believe your actions were wrong. Therefore, we will wait for John and Mary, you will explain to them exactly what happened and they will decide what your actions deserve." Sherlock finished, crossing his own arms, staring down his niece.
Allison paled; she had no idea how her parents would react, though she doubted that it would be very good. Her mum probably wouldn't be too upset, more like proud of her ability to incapacitate a fully grown man. Her father though, he had a very passionate heart, and though that was often a good thing, when he got angry his passion tended to make him blow up. John Watson was very passionate about his family, he'll no doubt be relieved that Allison was safe, but he'd also be angry, much like Sherlock was. The only thing left unanswered was where his anger would be directed. It could go several ways, the first possibility, and the most obvious, was that he would be murderously angry at George Harrison and the other two adults plus Allison would have to hold him back. The next likely possibility was he'd direct his anger at Allison, subdued a bit compared to the anger he could show for Harrison, but still very frightening. The last one was probably the worse. John could end up throwing his anger at Sherlock, blaming him for the entire ordeal.
Gulping, Allison nodded her head, agreeing that it was a suitable plan. With that settled, Sherlock opened his arms to her and Allison immediately rushed to them, wanting to know that at least one person would be on her side when her parents came about. Allison breathed in the scent emanating from Sherlock coat, smokey yet crisp and sharp, a comforting scent that Allison had grown up with. She relaxed instantly, shutting her eyes to the world for a few private moments. Mentally preparing herself for when her parents showed up.
It took about ten minutes for Lestrade to show up in his police car, Mary and John right behind him. The parents were still in their pajamas, coats and scarves mussed as they had thrown them on quickly in their haste to get to their daughter. While in the car, Allison could tell through the glass that they were anxious, nervousness causing their brows to furrow and draw their mouths down in slight frowns. Once they had gotten out of the car, a few things happened.
The first to happen was that their expressions relaxed immediately at the sight of her, they rushed to her side and smothered her in hugs. Her mother's face held a proud smile, her father's face was eerily calm, relieved, but otherwise calm. The calm before the storm, Allison thought, and rightfully so.
As John gazed at his daughter, his eyes went from calm to anger, betrayal, and finally settled on a murderous glare in a matter of seconds, his face reddening with each passing emotion. Since his gaze remained on her during his darkening emotions, Allison was 100% certain who her anger would be directed at, his eyes gave away all.
John turned his gaze to the low life sitting on the pavement, walking briskly before punching him in the face, his knuckles connecting to the man's nose, breaking it even further since Allison already had when she kneed him in the face. John shouted a few profanities before turning now to Sherlock,
"And you! How could you let this happen to my darling daughter!? What if she had gotten hurt!?" John yelled, poking Sherlock in the chest, Sherlock remained silent, not meeting John's eye/
"Dad, wait, you've got it all wrong, it wasn't his fault-"Allison started desperately, not wanting her father to take this out on her uncle, she was cut off by john,
"You, young lady, are in mountains of trouble, why on Earth would you leave the safety of your uncle's flat in the middle of the night?! Besides home that's the safest place you could be. Think next time!" John shouted. Allison had tears in her eyes, she wasn't usually a crier, but her adrenaline had finally died and she was exhausted, making everything seem so much more overwhelming then it truly was. While john paused to take a breath, Mary stepped up behind him and laid her hand on his arm,
"John, I think they get it, in fact I think the entire street gets it by now dear." Mary said a slight smirk pulling at her lips, "Come on, John, it isn't that bad, no harm, no foul."
"Something could have happened." John argued,
"Yes but it didn't. Allison is perfectly safe. Go easy on her," Mary said.
John sighed, knowing his wife was right. He took a few deeper, calming breathes. Allison stayed still, her eyes drifting to Sherlock to see a smirk similar to Mary's as he gazed at the couple. That little grin reassured Allison like nothing else ever could, everything would be fine. Due to his deductive skills, Sherlock had probably worked out that John had let go of his anger, he could read people like no one else ever could. After a few moments, John turned back to Sherlock,
"I'm um… sorry about that. Got a bit carried away there didn't I?" John said, looking to his best friend with a sheepish grin,
"Hm. 'no harm, no foul' was the saying correct?" Sherlock said, his own smile growing. John's smile grew a bit larger, before he looked to the ground. His features cleared a bit before he turned to look at his daughter. Allison held her breath and waited for her father to start talking first.
"Alright Allison, I know I over-reacted, but the fact still remains that you should think next time before you just go rushing about. You could have woken Sherlock, he wouldn't have cared. So yes, you will be punished, but it won't be very severe. Now come here." John said, reaching out for his daughter. Allison returned the hug, grateful for her mum's ability to calm John down with just a few words.
"Alright, we should be heading home now; we'll decide your punishment tomorrow. Now come on Allison, we don't want to keep your uncle up, he'll probably get a case soon and God knows when he'll sleep again." Mary said, gently rubbing a small circle on Allison's back.
"Actually, mum, dad, I know you probably want me home, but, is it okay if I stay with Sherly tonight? I'm just so tired now I want to go to bed as soon as possible." Allison said to her parents, giving them her best puppy dog eyes. John and Mary exchanged a quick glance, before Mary smiled and turned slightly toward Sherlock, "Only if it's alright with your uncle." Mary said, nodding at the taller man beside them.
Sherlock nodded with a small smile on his face. Mary sighed lightly, giving her daughter another hug before going back to the car. John gave her a hug as well, holding her to him for a little longer than Mary had before he too departed to the car. Getting in, the couple waved goodbye as they drove into the street, their taillights glowing slightly in the dark. Lestrade, who had quietly witnessed the whole ordeal, shook his head, a fond expression crossing his features. He collected the fugitive and put him into the police car, giving Allison a pat on the back as he got into the car and drove away.
Allison sighed, walking up to her uncle and holding her hand out,
"What is it?" Sherlock asked as he gazed into her outstretched hand,
"Keys, please." Allison said, Sherlock rummaged around in his pockets for a little while before he began to panic, searching the same pockets again only slightly more panicked,
"Oh you've got to be kidding me! You forgot your keys?" Allison said, frustration building up in her chest.
Sherlock grinned at her before he produced the key from his pocket,
"You git."
"You should have seen your face!"
"yes, yes, very funny. Now open the door!"
Hello, My neglected readers! it feels like it's been forever! hopefully you'll forgive me for my absence, i was swamped with school work and was also dealing with some writer's block. Thank SavySnape for this chapter because without her helping me through my block, this chapter would have taken much longer, even though it really isn't that long :p Thank You SavySnape! Thank you also to all of my readers! reading your reviews really motivate me to write so, as always, please review if you want to see more of Uncle Sherlock!
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