Chapter 2
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Moriarty had appeared on the screen again and was laughing.
"Oh yes, they screamed and cried for days and days, until a long time later they just forgot. But Mycroft and Harry never forgot. That's why you were so protective over the younger sibling that they got to keep. Oh and Rose and Hamish were only allowed to speak a few times a year, if it was important. But enough of that, Hamish and Rose worked in the government. They were agents, well let's be exciting and say spies. That's why Sherlock and Mycroft are so clever. Don't get me wrong, Harry and John are clever too. Well, John is a doctor and Harry was a lawyer before she lost her job. I invited Harry, by the way, to the little get together. She will arrive soon. Ooh, isn't this exciting?" Moriarty said maniacally.
"Harry will be here?" John asked nervously.
"John, I have been watching over you all since I got into the government. She has stopped drinking. She missed you very much when you refused to stay with her when you came back to England. It took a while but she hasn't drunk in a few months." Mycroft said.
John sat there quietly. Harry would come straight up to the flat; they had left a sign on the door to just come in as soon as they arrived. He had missed his sister too. But she was going to see her other brothers too. He really didn't want this to stress her out because it could trigger her addiction again.
"So you had 2 addicts in the family; Sherlock and Harry. You see, you are all alike if you look hard enough. Sherlock was a drugs addict and Harry an alcohol addict." Moriarty teased.
John turned to Sherlock in shock. Sherlock just said simply "That was a long time ago; in University."
In the silent flat they heard the sound of cautious footsteps on the stairs. John immediately stood and watched the door. A woman who looked alike John the most with the kind smile and eyes, but had Mycroft's hair walked in. Her eyes met John's and she grinned.
"John!" she said and ran to him, hugging him tightly.
"I missed you!" she said into his shoulder.
"I missed you also, I'm sorry I haven't called in so long." John said. She pulled away.
"It's fine. Last time you saw me I wasn't a very nice person. But I fixed that. I can be a big sister to you again!" Harry said. John smiled then slowly Harry looked just passed John to where a tall man with black curly hair had stood up. She took a step back.
"No, you can't be... Sherlock?" she whispered and covered her mouth with her hand in shock.
"You must be Harry. I am sorry, I don't remember you." Sherlock said.
Harry just stared at him.
"But... you were gone; you and Mycroft and dad. We were all separated. They said I was never to see you again." Harry said a little more loudly.
Mycroft then stood up. Harry grabbed onto John's uninjured shoulder to steady herself.
"I know, Harry, trust me, I'm still in shock. Sherlock has been my best friend for over a year now and suddenly he's my twin. And Mycroft is our older brother and it's all completely mad!" John ranted.
"This was how it was meant to be, John, us four. But they took that away-"Sherlock cut her off and stood beside John.
"Who- Who took us away?" he asked.
"No. Don't ruin the surprise. That's my favourite bit. Sit down like good boys and girls and watch. If you want to know the full story I will show you." Moriarty said smugly.
Harry turned away from the TV and said "Who is that?"
"Moriarty, he's a psychopath. It is best that we do what he says." Mycroft said.
"Oh no, not before I get a hug from my brothers, you should remember Mycroft. A big Holmes hug!" Harry said. She had gotten past the shock and was now just overwhelmed with happiness. She grabbed onto Mycroft, John and Sherlock and pulled them all into an awkward hug.
"Oh, stop being so awkward you three. Embrace the hug!" Harry said. John smiled. He loved his Harry, not the alcoholic Harry; he had his big sister back. In the end the three men sighed and just fell into the hug.
"I've missed you all so much!" Harry said.
"And I have missed you, Harry, sorry about Sherlock, he doesn't remember but I can tell he recognises you." Mycroft said as they pulled away.
"How exactly can you tell, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked.
"You would never allow someone who you weren't close to touch you, let alone hug you. You know me and John very well. If you didn't feel some sort of recognition towards Harry you would have simply not let her hug you." Mycroft said.
"Are you growing your hair, Harry? Last time I saw you it was short." John asked.
"Oh, yes! It's doing well; below my shoulder now!" Harry said proudly.
"Aww, what a lovely family reunion. Now I suggest you SIT DOWN!" Moriarty shouted.
Harry seemed startled but in the end the four sat down. John and Sherlock sat in their own chairs with Harry and Mycroft sat on the sofa.
"This is so weird. You know I never noticed before but you and John have some of the same traits." Lestrade said to Sherlock. Sherlock and John looked at each other and in Sherlock's head he was running through all the little things that they do the same. Like they both pull on the ends of their sleeves when they are nervous. Once he started thinking about this his mind pulled up many images of their similarities. He was startled that he hadn't noticed it before.
Sherlock and John who had both been thinking about it nodded at the same time.
"You used to that all the time!" Harry said "Always finishing each other's sentences and replying at the same time." She elaborated.
"We don't do it that often!" John said.
"Yes we do." Sherlock said. "We actually do it quite frequently. We just haven't noticed."
John just sighed and they all turned back to the television.
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