Sherlock Imagines

Home (Part 2)-John

You arrived at the flat and sighed. You flopped yourself onto the couch dramatically and let your arm drape over your eyes. All was peaceful. Until your phone started ringing and you felt forced to answer it. You raised it to your ear and spoke.

"Hello?" 

"Y/n, it's Greg."  A familiar voice said.

"Who?"  You asked confused.

"Greg Lestrade."  He said.

"Oh!  Hi, sorry.  What's up?"  You asked.

"Uh, well we caught the serial killer but he is dead."  He explained.

"And why are you telling me this?"  You asked.

"Because Sherlock nearly got himself killed."  He answered.

You sighed and rubbed your fingers on your forehead. 

"Okay.  Thank you." You said.

"Bye, y/n."  He said.

"Bye, Geoff."  You said and hung up.

You set your phone down on the coffee table and laid back down. Once Sherlock got here, you were going to kill him. 

***

After almost two hours of forcing yourself to stay awake, he returned. His footsteps sounded up the stairs and then the door opened. In walked Sherlock Holmes. You stood up from the couch and walked right up to him.

"Ah, hello y/n-"

You cut him off by slapping him in the face. He didn't seem all that shocked by your sudden outburst but he looked at you confused.

"What was that for?"  He asked.

"That was for going and nearly getting yourself killed!  When I come home I don't want to be getting news like that from Gavin!"  You shouted.

"Gavin?"  He asked.

"Detective Inspector Lestrade."  You said rolling your eyes.

"Ohh!"  He exclaimed and then a brief silence. "So, do you forgive me?"  He asked, almost like he was begging.

You sighed, "Yes. But no promises for next time."  You said pointing a finger in his face.

He chuckled and wrapped you into a hug.

"I'm glad your okay."  You said.

"Ah, it's me we're talking about y/n. I'll always be fine."  He said.

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek. You turned around and saw the one person you never expected to see standing in this flat.

"John?"  You asked.

"What's going on here?"  He asked. 

You were confused and then you realized. You looked back at Sherlock and then turned to John. You started laughing.

"No, this isn't what you think!"  You said, still laughing.

John didn't find it funny though. He cleared his throat.

"So what is it then?"  He asked crossing his arms.

"He..." You trailed off and collapsed on the ground laughing so hard. 

It wasn't really all that funny but you were finding it hilarious.

"He's my brother!"  You exclaimed.

You managed to get yourself together and you wiped a tear away.

"Gosh, I'm tired."  You mumbled.

"So, you two...you're not..." John pointed in between you two trying to figure things out.

"No, I told you I had a guest. Y/n is staying with me until she finds a flat."  Sherlock said putting his hand on your shoulder.

You smiled, "So, do you need to wash the gunpowder from your hands or..." You trailed off.

John sighed and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

"You're like him."  He mumbled.

"How long have you two dated?"  Sherlock asked.

"A year and a half."  You answered.

"And you never used your skills?"  Sherlock asked shocked.

"No, I didn't want to scare him off!"  You said.

"I didn't scare him off."  Sherlock said.

"Well that's different."  You said.

"How?"  Sherlock asked.

You and John started laughing at him as he started a rant on why you should have used your smart skills earlier. In this moment you couldn't have felt happier. This was your family. It was a strange family but it was yours. And you wouldn't ask for a different one.

A/n: Hey!  Another update. So, in case you didn't know I started another fan fiction called Addicted To You and I would love it if you would read it.
Also, I feel like I'm starting to do shoutouts, but this one is going out to Cumberbatch_Craze   She has a bunch of Sherlock fanfics and they are so good and addicting!  So go read those!  More updates are coming soon! I promise! 😉❤️