Sherlock Imagines

Broken (Part 4)-Sherlock

Over the next few weeks you learned more about John and Sherlock. They were both extremely kind. Well, John was kinder than Sherlock but he was still...relatively nice to you. I mean, you did live in his flat. He was as nice as he could be. You also learned that John was married but tragically his wife died. You felt a wave of sadness wash over you when you heard the news. Even though you had hardly known him, you felt really bad for him. Who wouldn't?
You started building up trust. It was like a puzzle and the pieces were putting themselves together, trusting the two more and more. You had told them little things about yourself. Nothing major. Just some interests, previous hobbies, stuff like that. By the time a month was past, you decided you could trust them. That puzzle now complete!  But another box of puzzle pieces were dumped out. Should you tell them everything?  You figured you could start but...everything?  You didn't want to go that far with it.
You sat on the edge of your bed and stared out the window. The light shone through forcing you to squint just slightly.
The pajama pants you wore kept your legs nice and warm. You had a pair of socks on and a plain white t-shirt. You then heard a knock on your door. It opened revealing the lovely Mrs. Hudson.

"Hello, dear. I was just letting you know I have tea ready so if you would like some it's in the living room."

You smiled at her, "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson."

She nodded and closed the door as she left. You sighed and bit your lip. You needed to tell Sherlock. He needed to know. You got up and changed your clothes quickly. A pair of boot cut jeans and a blue t-shirt. You smiled in the mirror, satisfied. You walked to the living room and plopped down in John's chair. The tea tray sat on the table beside the chair and you started serving it up for yourself.
You were surprised that Sherlock wasn't sitting in his chair. You were really nervous about telling him the things that happened at that horrid place but you were actually a bit excited. For some reason. You got up and grabbed the newspaper from the coffee table.
Sitting back in John's chair, which was now kind of yours, you read the paper while sipping your tea. Your eyes kept glancing over at Sherlock's chair. Your mind races with the possibilities of where he might be but the real reason was the only one that didn't cross your mind. You heard a door open down the hall and turned around. Sherlock emerged from his bedroom, still in his pajamas (with the exception of his blue robe around him) and his hair a complete mess. You pretended not to notice his appearance and continued to "read" the news.
Sherlock stood beside your chair as he made his tea. He didn't look at you as he did it but you knew he acknowledged your presence. After Sherlock finished making his tea, he straightened up and grabbed the newspaper right from your hands. You gasped.

"Hey!"

The consulting detective sat down in his chair and restrained from smiling. He took a sip of his tea, ignoring the fact that it was too hot. He flipped the newspaper up and started reading it. You stood and marched over to him. It took you two steps but you still marched the two steps. You cleared your throat to get his attention. His eyes didn't flicker from the words on the page. You smirked and snatched the paper right back from his hands.
He couldn't help it anymore and a wide smile spread on his lips.

"Did I steal your paper?" He asked pretending to be innocent.

You rolled your eyes, "Did you finally sleep?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

You snorted a laugh, "Sherlock it's evident. Your hair's a mess, you have those bags under your eyes. You're still in your pajamas!" You spouted out your simple deductions.

The edge of Sherlock's lips turned up just slightly, "Well done!" He complimented.

You smiled proudly, "Thank you."

You sat back down but instead of reading the paper you set it aside. You twiddled with your fingers trying to think of how to start out the conversation. You couldn't just go directly in. It felt like you were writing a book and you had to think of the way to get to the crisis. And it was a biiiig crisis. Like telling someone you're the sister of an evil psychopath isn't something that should be eased into.

"Y/n?" Sherlock waved a hand in front of your face.

You shook your head and blinked a few times, coming back to reality. "Huh?" You looked at Sherlock and sighed. "Sorry, I zoned out."

Sherlock was looking at you a bit worriedly. "Are you....alright?"

A month ago, that question would have been stupid, but now it meant something. You shook your head.

"Do you...want to talk about it?" Sherlock still wasn't sure if you were ready to be asked about the past events but you were.

You nodded feeling tears already pooling in your eyes.

Sherlock sat straight in his seat and waited patiently for you to talk. It made you smile, knowing he wasn't going to treat you as one of his clients. You'd seen four or five of them stop by. It wasn't one of the pleasantest moments of being here.

You took in a shaky breath, "I have been wanting to get this out for a while now but I hadn't fully trusted you or John or even Mrs. Hudson for that matter." You started. Sherlock nodded along with your words.
"Sherlock, I'm almost 100% certain that you've been wanting to know about what happened at the place you found me at."

He smiled a bit awkwardly, "I will admit that I have."

You laughed just slightly but it disappeared immediately. "I know who it was that kept me and all those other people there. The reason he kept us, I have no idea."

Sherlock nodded, getting a bit anxious, "So you know who?" He asked.

You nodded, "Yes. I know him well."

"Do you know his name?" Sherlock leaned forward slightly, biting the tip of his thumbnail.

You nodded, "Yes." You took in a long shaky breath, the first tear cascading down your cheek. "His name is Jim Moriarty." More tears fell until you were sobbing.

Sherlock was staring at you wide eyed. But the shock would be even greater once you continued to the next part.

"He's...." You breathes in and out. "He's my brother."

A/n: Okay, so I guess I'll be doing one more part. Hopefully that'll be the end. Did you guys like my little plot twist? I know I've used it before but I figured it worked. So, ya know, 🤷🏻‍♀️ whatev's.
I am so sorry I didn't update sooner and I'm sorry to the ones who've made requests. Once I finish this story I will update those and then hopefully I'll be updating regularly. I'll be doing an Author's Note part at the end of this book and that'll explain some stuff.
Also, I found out that this book is #900 in fan fiction. So like...yay? I mean it's good but it's like not good cause it's number 900. Eh, whatever. I'm happy about that and it's all thanks to you lovely readers!
So, thank you so much! I love you all a crazy bunch! 😊❤️