Ty's POV
I waited at the door, I heard someone yell "I'll get it then!" before opening the door.
A man, with light hair and a woolly cardigan, stood there.
Staring. At. Me.
"Hi! I'm here about the apartment, 221c?" I greeted.
He just answered by yelling "SHERLOCK!" I winced at the unexpected loudness. I heard footsteps of what sounded like another man. "SHERLOCK!" the man yelled again.
I heard someone reply "I'm coming! I'm com-"
He stopped walking when he saw me.
I looked at them, slightly confused. The name Sherlock was slightly familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it from… I just stood there, looking at their shocked expressions.
The second man had dark brown curly hair, and wore a long black jacket. He had a blue scarf wrapped around his neck. He stepped forwards towards me hesitantly, as if I wasn't real.
"Ty?" He asked.
This time I was the shocked one. How did he know my name?
"I don't know who you are, but i'm just here about the apartment up for rent!" I said quickly.
I was feeling awkward and just wanted to get out of here. I have enough on my plate, I don't need this. He shook his head as if, snapping out of a trance.
"Yes yes! Uh, come in! I'm Sherlock and this is John."
I looked at him, suspiciously. I tried to see if I could deduct anything. He had recently had some big news, news that changed his life judging by his actions and slightly disheveled appearance. Soon to be father? No. Lost love one? No. Hm. Actually quite the opposite… Found love one? Possibly… It was my best guess. This guy wasn't as easy to read as others.
Hm…
I realized that Sherlock had headed back inside. I followed him in, with John right behind me.
I was lead into the living room of 221B, it looked mysterious. I liked it. Sherlock gestured towards a chair, which I sat in gratefully. I was tired from the long walk, who wouldn't be? He sat on a chair opposite. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands in an arch. John sat beside him, and they both looked at me. I felt slightly uncomfortable, with the two men staring at me in disbelief. I looked towards the floor, slightly nervous. What had I gotten myself into?
"Ty, uh… we need to talk." I looked up as Sherlock spoke. He looked nervous. But of what?
"John, why don't you get Mycroft?" Sherlock asked. It seemed to take John a moment to register what his friend had said.
"Uh, yeah. I'll go call him." John walked hesitantly out the room. I watched him go, I heard him talk to someone on the phone, saying
"Uh, Mycroft? She's here… yeah… Maybe you should hurry. I don't think i've ever seen Sherlock look so lost and nervous. Yeah. Real emotion! Just hurry please. She's really confused." He hung up.
Sherlock had just been looking at me, the entire time. Who was Mycroft and how did they know me?! I hadn't done anything illegal…
Well not recently.
John came back into the room, and just sat down again.
We all sat there in silence for a few minutes. I considered making up an excuse and leaving. But before I could act on my plan, I heard a door being slammed open and rapid footsteps coming upstairs towards us. A man stood at the door, he had dark brown hair much like Sherlock's and he wore a suit. I presumed that he and Sherlock were brothers, and that he had a important job, government maybe? He looked around the room frantically whilst saying.
"Where is sh-" He stopped mid-sentence when he saw me.
"This is Mycroft, Ty." John said to me, seeing as Sherlock and Mycroft seemed incapable of speech.
"Uh, maybe I should go… Let you sort out your family matters." John said nervously, he looked at me once more before leaving.
Family matters? So they were related!
But why was I still here?
"Ty? Do you know your parents?" Mycroft asked slowly.
I shook my head.
"I never met them. I just grew up with a group of people. Horrible people. They never seemed to see me as a human. Just an object. I guess." I answered, I wasn't sure why I was telling them this. I didn't know them. But they seemed to know me…
"Ty… When you were a baby, you were kidnapped by those people."
I just looked at him, I guess that would explain things… I always thought that my parents died, and I was adopted or passed off to relatives…
He continued "You had a great family. A loving mother and father, and two loving… brothers." I just noticed the similarities between all of us. I had hair like Sherlock and eyes like Mycroft's. I had a family. I had brothers…
"So… you two… are my b-brothers?" I stuttered for the first time. "Why wasn't I told before? Why did no one look for me?!" I asked, by shock turning into anger. I was left alone all those years, I put up with the pain and grief…
And my family were living the life.
Without me.
"We thought you were dead! Sherlock only found out today! He was so young that he forgot. I couldn't forget! I didn't want to… You were my only sister. Mother was heartbroken and Father was never the same. Not after then…" Mycroft said, going quiet at the end.
I glanced at Sherlock, who just sat there looking at the floor. I looked off into the distance and felt tear fall down my cheek. I don't cry. I never cried during the torture my… kidnappers put me through.
I shook my head slowly. I couldn't believe it. I stood up, I couldn't handle this!
I had to get out of here. This couldn't be real. No. No no no…
I have a family? I headed towards the door, ignoring Mycroft's protests. When all of a sudden the room lurch. I felt blackness try to cloud my vision.
Oh no, don't do this now! I don't want to pass ou- I thought before passing out from shock...
Sherlock's POV
Mycroft had finished explaining, I just looked at the floor. I had a sister… She was kidnapped so long ago… I couldn't imagine what she went through with her kidnappers.
Torture, I suppose.
When I looked up I noticed a tear fall down her cheek. She seemed shocked, like I had been when I found out. But she displayed her emotions more than I did.
I had already known that when Lestrade said that she smiled a lot.
But there were no smiles now, just tears and frowns.
I was thinking about saying something comforting to her, when she stood up suddenly. She's scared, she wants to leave, to hide…
I heard Mycroft protesting about her leaving.
I stood up and ran towards her, noticing that she was going to pass out. I managed to reach her in time, catching her. I picked her up, bridal style, and headed towards my room.
I lay her on my bed and stood there for a moment, before going back to the living room and sitting down. Mycroft watched me for a bit, then sighed and handed me a cigarette. I refused it. I had been working too hard, and at the moment I just wanted to think.
"That bad? You hardly ever refuse a cigarette… You're handling this well, Sherlock. Others would probably just be crying or screaming. You're just...sitting." Mycroft said, looking at me.
We heard the front door close and then saw John walk cautiously into the room.
"How'd she take it?" He asked.
"Well enough. She looked shocked, cried silently a little bit, then passed out from shock." I said.
"Oh. Is she okay? Where is she?" He asked worriedly, looking around the room.
"I think she's okay. And she's in my bedroom, sleeping." I answered.
"Must be tough, just findin-" He started to say before being cut off by Ty's screaming. I stood up and rushed towards her. She was still on my bed, but curled up in a ball, still asleep. She must be having a nightmare. Probably about a terrible memory about the kidnappers. I tried waking her up, not wanting her to be going through the torture again.
"Ty! Wake up! WAKE UP!" I yelled at her, worriedly.
Ty's POV
I sat there in a corner of the room, trying to make myself as small as possible hoping that they wouldn't see me. No such luck. The grinning man started inching towards me.
"See, now Ty. Today I found my wife cheating on me, with my best friend. Awful, isn't it."
He stopped walking.
"Well I dealt with them. And put what was left of their bodies somewhere the police will never find the. But, that wasn't enough…" He grinned at me, and continued "No no. I'm still angry. Very angry… And I need to take it out on something… or perhaps someone!" He laughed and pulled out a very familiar knife. I whimpered and cowered away from him.
I was used to this, I had the scars to prove it and it wasn't just him who took their anger out on me, but I couldn't help but be scared. I screamed as he started walking towards me again.
"Ty…" He whispered creepily.
"Wake up…" He came up close to me, grabbed my shoulders and yelled "WAKE UP!"
I gasped as I sat up sharply. I felt someone's hands on my shoulders. It was Sherlock, he looked at me with concern. I must have screamed… I had a nightmare of when I was with the kidnappers… It wasn't the worst. The worst made me incapable of speech for several hours. No. That was one of the better ones…
"Are you alright?!" Sherlock asked, the worry clear in his voice. I looked at him sadly.
"Honestly? No…" I said quietly.
"It was about your stay with the kidnappers, wasn't it?" He asked, nearly whispering. I nodded. Tears threatening to spill. I didn't want to cry again, but who could blame me? The first tear fell, when I looked at Sherlock. I couldn't stop them. They just kept coming. Sherlock removed his arms from my shoulders, only to put them around me in a awkward hug, I guess he doesn't give hugs often. But it was oddly comforting. I clutched him tightly, still sobbing.
Mycroft and John rushed into the room.
"WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE YOU OKAY?!" John yelled, looking at me worryingly. I nodded as Sherlock reluctantly let go of me. I wanted to stay in his embrace, it felt safe. But I needed to talk with my...brothers. It's weird. Only a few hours ago, I had no family. No one to go to. Now I had parents and siblings…
"Nightmare?" Mycroft calmly asked, though I could tell he was concerned.
"Sort of…" I replied, quietly.
"Sort of? Oh. Memory…" He looked away.
"I was constantly beaten and tortured, because they were bored." I spat the last word out.
"How could someone do that!?" The disgust was clear in John's voice.
"When did you get out? If you don't mind me asking." Mycroft hesitantly asked.
"A couple of months ago, I think. I managed to find a knife, that they had used on me. I used it to cut the bonds on my arms and legs. I had to climb out of one of the window. I had to jump down as it was too high. I got quite a few injuries from the escape. But none as bad, as the ones I received from them. I'm lucky they had orders not to kill me." I said, looking off into the distance, remembering. When I looked up I saw the disgust in John's face, the anger in Mycroft's and the look of understanding in Sherlock's.
"We should leave you to rest, you must be tired. Plus I'm sure you'll want to check out your new apartment!" Mycroft said smiling, though the anger on his face was still evident.
Apartment? Oh! That was the reason why I was here, to look at a apartment. I guess I got it.
"Uh, yeah. I guess i'll see you all in the morning!" I said, trying to be cheery.
I was led down to 221C, it looked quite nice, it would look even better when I added some of my own things! I couldn't help but smile when I entered. A place of my own! And my brother lived upstairs! I had someone there for me, for once.
The others said their goodbyes and left me to it.
I had finished sorting out my few personal items and considering calling it a night, when my phone went off. I received a text.
Which I found weird, seeing as only had two contacts. Two people I met, that helped me, when I escaped. It was an unknown number. I looked at in confusion and then decided to open it.
Hey, How are you? Did you get the apartment? Up for coffee tomorrow?
-Jim
I smiled as I read it.
But my smile faded, when I realized I never gave him my number…
Maybe I did? Maybe the stress of everything has messed up my memory? That's probably it. I texted him a reply;
I'm fine, sort of. I just received some BIG news about my family!
Turns out I was taken from my real family, I have two brothers
now! And I did get the apartment and one of my brothers live
upstairs! Oh and I'm DEFINITELY up for coffee tomorrow
-Ty
I immediately got a reply.
Oh! I hope your okay! Thats some BIG news, but you
what else is big?
-Jim
I couldn't help but smile at his message, he was worried about me!
Are you flirting with me?
-Ty
What? No! I was talking about the coffee I was
going to buy you tomorrow! You're really
dirty minded! ;)
-Jim
Yeah, suuuure! See you tomorrow!
-Ty
Can't wait! x
-Jim
My phone buzzed again, another unknown number. I opened it;
I forgot, Ty. Your real name is;
Tyanna Kaelyn Racquel Holmes.
-Mycroft
Tyanna Kaelyn Racquel Holmes… It kinda suited me I guess. It really was a nice name, and it was MY name… I gave a simple reply;
Fancy.
-Ty
I decided to get some well needed sleep. I changed into my nightie and sank back into the soft mattress. I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.
I woke up feeling surprising relaxed when I woke up. I looked at the time as I stretched, and nearly fell out as I saw it was twelve! I was meeting Jim at one!
I rushed out of bed and tried to get ready as fast I could. Luckily I was ready in time, and set off towards the coffee shop after placing a note on my door saying that I would be gone for a while meeting a friend; incase Sherlock or anyone looked for me.
I got to the Coffee store with a minute to spare, I looked out for Jim. I saw him sitting in the corner. He saw and smiled at me and beckoned me over. I sat in the seat opposite of him on the table. "Hey, you okay?" He asked me, still smiling. I smiled back at him before replying.
"Hey. Yeah I'm okay. Bit shocked though. I mean, I was a lonely orphan. And now I have brothers as well as parents! I also have a proper name! Along with two middle names! Meet the new Tyanna Kaelyn Racquel Holmes!" I said grinning at him. His eyes narrowed slightly at the name Holmes. Maybe he's heard of my family?
"That's… good!" He said calmly. His face was quickly back to calm and happy… maybe I was just seeing things… I had to ask to make sure.
"Is the name Holmes familiar, Jim?" I asked worriedly.
"What? Oh. No no no!" He said quickly. I didn't believe him. But I let it go, I didn't want to ruin this… What was this? A date? Outing? I'm not sure… ah well.
Jim and I chatted for god knows how long. We would of talked for longer if his phone didn't go off. He answered it with an apologetic smile.
"Hello? Yes of course it is! I'm a bit busy here. I'm on a date?" He looked towards me for confirmation, I nodded slightly, blushing. His smile grew as he continued, only to fade with what he heard next.
"What?! Are you sure? I'll be right over!" He hung up, and looked towards me sadly. "I'm so sorry, Ty. But work calls. I wouldn't leave if it wasn't really important!" He looked really disappointed I smiled slightly
"I understand, Jim. It's ok! Go, I'll be fine!" He left smiling at me. I was slightly disappointed but happy, I went on a date! My first date! You can't really go on dates when you've been kidnapped for the whole of your life. I headed home, extremely happy. But my smile fell when I neared the apartment. I still wasn't used to having a family and a place of my own.
I fumbled with the key, trying to open the door. I finally managed to open it and I headed towards my apartment.
I sat down on my sofa, wondering what to do. I was relieved when my phone went twice. Two texts? My, wasn't I popular! I looked at the ID's, one was Mycroft the other was Jim. I opened Jim's first.
Sorry I had to cut our date short! Dinner friday?
No interruptions I promise! x
-Jim
It doesn't matter, really! I understand! Work can be tiring!
And I can't wait till then! What time and where? x
-Ty
I wasn't the kissy type when it came to messages, but it seemed right and he'd done it so what was the problem? His reply came almost instantly. He was a quick typer!
I'll pick you up at 8?
-Jim
Sure! I live at 221C Baker Street!
-Ty
Can't wait! It's formal if that's ok?
-Jim
Perfectly fine! See you then! x
-Ty
See you at 8 on friday! I'm sure you'll look beautiful! x
-Jim
I blushed at that last sentence. I couldn't stop smiling. Which surprised me, yeah I smile but not this much…
What was this guy doing to me? Not that I mind! I like this feeling! It was going to be great to see Jim tonight. I bet he'll look great in a sui- shit, I didn't have a dress! I had to go shopping! I was almost out the door, wondering about what I could buy with my limited money when I remember the text I had received from Mycroft. I opened it.
I realized that you might need to go shopping for clothes or food.
I'm guessing that you don't have much money. So when you
do go shopping, tell them to put it on Mycroft's tab. Buy what
you want. Money's no object!
-Mycroft
I smiled, well that was one problem dealt with! I set off towards the shops, It didn't take long before I found the perfect dress! A strapless blue dress that had a soft draped ruffle that cascaded down a small slit that started around the knee.
It was beautiful dress that showed my curves but didn't reveal too much.
Several days later and Friday had arrived. I had solved many cases throughout the week. Luckily Jim managed to meet me every morning for coffee. I was quite surprised when he arrived the first time. But unfortunately he could never stay long. I was waiting for this night for days! Jim and I would be able to hang out for longer than 10 minutes! I found myself looking forward to our meetups! What was this guy doing to me?! I spent ages trying to get myself ready.
I didn't add tons of makeup, I always believed that natural beauty was true beauty! I only added a bit of blue eyeshadow and some pale lipgloss. I had my hair down, but swept to the side, my natural waves made it look even better!
I heard a knock at my door, "Ty?" It was John. I opened the door, I saw that Sherlock was with him. They both looked at me surprised. "Wha...you look beautiful!" John exclaimed.
"I presume you're going on a date tonight?" Sherlock calmly said.
"No, I just decided to wear a gorgeous gown and for once wear heels." I replied sarcastically.
"Who's the lucky guy, then?" John asked, grinning at me.
"His name is Jim!" I answered. They both stiffened at this name. "Are you guys okay? Wha-" I was cut off by Sherlock.
"Last name?" He asked quickly.
"Don't know it, I met him when I came to London! Why is he so important?! There must be TONS of Jims in London!" I said, thoroughly confused.
"Yes. It can't be him." He said as if to himself.
"Why did you guys come here?" I asked, changing subject.
"We were wondering if you'd like to join us with a case, but you seem to have plans, so we'll be on our way!" John said cheerily.
"Aw, I would've loved to help! Maybe next time?" I said, slightly disappointed. I LOVED cases. But I had a feeling that I would enjoy tonight with Jim more.
"Sure! Well, we'd better be off! Have fun tonight!" John replied.
"You too!" I replied happily.
"Oh we will." Sherlock said monotonously, and with that they left.
I made some last minute preparations. Then the doorbell went. I rushed towards the door and opened it to see a smiling Jim holding white roses out towards me. He offered them towards me, and I accepted them graciously. He wore a dark suit with a blue tie, almost the exact same colour as my dress. Strange. But I let it go. I was marvelling at how handsome he was when he spoke "I was right." He said. I looked at him confused, wondering what I missed. "You do look beautiful!" I blushed
"You don't look too bad yourself!" I answered. I cringed inwardly, did I really say that? He chuckled.
I guess I did.
He looked at me, and I felt myself turn even redder if that was even possible! I beckoned him inside, I headed towards my living room with him close behind. He stood looking around the room, while I searched for a Jug for the roses.
"This place is almost as amazing as you! Almost." He said. I blushed for probably the tenth time this evening.
"Thanks, but it's quite weird. I mean there's a skull right there!" I said laughing a bit. I liked collecting weird, interesting things, and Triston the Skull was one of them.
"Normal's boring!" Jim walked towards me. "And you, my dear, are not boring!" Taking my hand and kissing the knuckles.
"Technically you just called me weird." I said smirking.
"What's wrong with being weird?" He said, smirking in return.
"Nothing, I suppose." I responded.
"Shall we?" He asked, offering his arm. I took it and headed off towards the restaurant.
It was quite a swanky restaurant. Jim had book us a table away from the everyone else. Something which I was grateful for, sure I can handle groups and crowds. But I prefered not interacting with them. Jim pulled the chair out for me in a very gentlemanly way. I sat down and He sat opposite me. I looked at the menu and everyone I saw was very expensive!
"Jim, everything is so expen-" I started before he cut me off.
"Don't worry! I'm paying." He said calmly, smiling.
"But-"
"Don't worry! I'm loaded! Believe me, money's no object!" He stated. I smiled thankfully. I looked at the cheapest things, not wanting to waste his money. "Stop looking at the cheapest things! I think you might their steaks, they are quite nice." He said.
"Ah, well the thing is-" I started again before he cut me off again.
"You're a vegetarian?" Jim asked, I nodded. It's weird because I don't mind dead humans, but I hate dead animals! "Then I suggest this!" He smiled pointing a slender finger at the menu again. He pointed out a fancy looking pasta.
"I love pasta!" I exclaimed, grinning. He chuckled at my outburst.
A waiter came over and asked us our orders.
Jim answered him, "Two tomato herb pasta special and a bottle of red wine, please." He looked towards me, silently asking me if that was alright. I smiled at him, nodding slightly. He smiled back and dismissed the waiter.
Our wine arrived soon after he left. The service here was amazing! The waiter left and Jim poured my wine, I told him when to stop and then we sat there chatting and laughing while drinking our wine.
Our food eventually came and it looked and smelled heavenly! I had terrible food or sometimes no food at all when I was imprisoned. Jim saw the look of amazement on my face.
"Not used to food like this?" He chuckled. I told him about the lack of food, when I was imprisoned. Concern, shock and anger replaced his usual smug and happy expression.
"I can't imagine the pain that you went through! When did you escape, if you don't mind me asking?" I told him what I told Mycroft about my recent escape. "You're stronger than anyone i've ever met, you were beaten and imprisoned for your whole life. You only escaped a few months ago and you seem fine!" He said quietly.
"I have a good mask." I said, smiling slightly. I hid most of my emotions behind a masks, only letting the good ones through. Some people would've been confused by what I said. But he nodded in understanding.
The rest of the evening went well, the topic of my imprisonment avoided. Jim started a game called "Deductions" He would point someone out to me and I would give some information on them by just looking. We spent ages playing this game, but unfortunately it was getting late so we decided to leave.
We walked out of the brightly lit restaurant onto the dim street. We decided to walk instead of taking the car. He held out his hand, and we walked to my apartment hand in hand. It was nice. Unfortunately it wasn't long before we reached my apartment.
I liked walking like this with Jim.
"This is where we say our goodbyes, dear." He said sadly to me.
"Shame, I was having fun." I replied, smiling.
"Do I get a good night kiss?" He asked smirking, pointing to his cheek.
"Of course," I said, leaning to kiss his cheek. But at the last second, he quickly turned his head so my lips landed on his. I was shocked at first, but soon decided I liked this better, placing my arms around his neck He held me gently as we kissed. I pulled away reluctantly and blushed as we said our goodbyes.
"I hope to see you again soon, Ty." He said and left.
"I'm sure you will!" I replied as I entered through the door. Smiling, but then I realised...that was my first kiss! I walked towards 221C but before I reached my door, I was bombarded with questions by John and Sherlock.
"Did it go well?" John asked excitedly.
"Did he do anything suspicious?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.
"Did you kiss?"
"Was he nice to you?"
"Uh, Yes, no, yes and yes!" I replied.
"YOU KISSED!?" They both yelled out, John in excitement and Sherlock in disgust. Both in shock. I winced at the loudness.
I hope he's really nice to you! God knows you deserve it!" John exclaimed smiling. Sherlock just narrowed his eyes at me. I matched his glare. He had no right to judge who I kissed! Heck, he hadn't even met him yet, I thought.
"God, you've known each other for only a day and there's already sibling rivalry!" John said, looking at us. Sherlock broke the stare first, and I mentally congratulated myself for winning the unintentional staring contest.
"I can't believe you kissed someone, who could be a criminal mastermind!" Sherlock spat angrily.
My eyes widened for a moment before narrowing back into a glare. Criminal mastermind? Just my luck. But Jim was too sweet and nice to be a villain! It was a very VERY small possibility, but it was still a possibility unfortunately…
"You haven't even met him!" I retorted, getting very pissed off with my brother.
"You're right I haven't." He said, suddenly smiling. I looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he had changed moods so quickly. "Invite him over!" Ah. Thats why.
"Why should I?!" I asked, angrily.
"To make sure my sister isn't dating the guy who wants to kill me!"
"Why would he want to kill you?!"
"Apparently he was BORED!" He yelled. I froze, I was reminded of all the times that they beat me because they were bored. Sherlock must of noticed my breathing pattern change as his look of anger was replaced with one of regret and worry. I vaguely heard John shouting in concern, but his voice sounded so distance…
Author Notes; Hi! Katie here! Well that was chapter two, hope you liked it! We will try and get chapter three up soon, probably tomorrow, so look out for that.
If you're curious about Ty's dress, just go to our profile and the link should be there! So I'll see you guys next chapter, ciao!