I Believe In Sherlock Holmes

No Longer Walking On Sunshine

Mel's POV
John got me a date!
"No I don't want to go!" I yelled at him my American accent showing again.
"You have to move on." He said back.
Sherlock was watching. Surely he knew that I would keep saying no, because I knew that he would for me.
"Maybe I already have!" I said before I could stop myself.
As soon as I said it I regretted it. John looked shocked and Sherlock looked at me like as if he didn't expect that.
"Who is it?" John asked.
"Yeah Mel who is it?" Sherlock said.
I knew that he was smiling on the inside because it was showing in his eyes.
"Mel? Why did you call her Mel? You always call her Melissa."
"Umm..." We said at the same time.
"Please tell me that this is not what I'm thinking it is."
I smiled shyly. And Sherlock coughed awkwardly.
"Oh my god." John said and turned to Sherlock. "You snogged my sister!" He yelled at him suddenly very angry.
"John calm down!" I said carefully moving towards him.
John punched Sherlock in the face. Then at that moment I didn't care if he hurt me. I had to get in between him and Sherlock. He was about to punch Sherlock again but I got in the way and he ended up punching me instead.
"Oh my god Mel! I'm so sorry!" John said rushing over to me.
I couldn't see anything. There was blood in my eyes, and that was mixed with tears. Sherlock quickly got up and got there before John. He caught me before I hit the ground.
"Sherlock." I muttered before everything went black.
Sherlock's POV
John punched her. He actually punched her. I got there quicker then John did. She was falling so I caught her before she hit her head on the table.
"Sherlock." She muttered then she lost conscious.
"John call the ambulance!" I yelled at him. I was mad at him for hurting her even if it was an accident.
"I don't need to I'm a doctor." He said.
I aloud him to lay her down on the couch. He went and got a tea towel and soaked it in water. He put it on her four head. Then he got another tea towel to soak up the blood.
"You kissed my sister!" John said after cleaning the wound.
"Yes. And you knocked your sister out. You decide which one is worst."
At this John frowned and looked guilty.
"By the way she kissed me back." I said. "Then after I pulled away she kissed me again."
"She kissed you? I mean you?" John asked in complete and utter shock that his sister would kiss him.
"You sound shocked."
"Well yes. I mean you're..."
"I'm what?"
"You."
"And what do you mean by that," I asked offended.
"I mean you think you're smarter then everyone else, you are pretty much incapable of human emotions and you're just so annoying."
"No that's not it. You just don't want your sister to have feelings for me."
"Oh well... ummm... yes that is actually the reason."
Mel stirred and then her eyes fluttered open.
"What happened?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"Well let's see John was going to punch me and you pretty much jumped in front of me and got knocked out. By John, not me." I answered.
She stood up and placed a hand on my shoulder to stable herself. But after she was stable enough to walk on her own she went up to John and slapped him across the face.
"How dare you punch Sherlock for something that isn't even his fault!" She yelled at him.
"I don't want you to go out with my best friend!" He yelled back at her.
"It is not your bloody decision! It's mine and I love Sherlock." She yelled even louder then before and she had that rich American accent showing at full blast.
Me and John looked at her shocked at what she just said. Probably me more than him, after all she did say she loved me. She ran out of the flat with tears streaming down her face.
Mel's POV
I can't believe it. John hated me and Sherlock was sending me mixed messages. I ran out of the flat to go to the small cafe which is where Mrs. Hudson spends most of her time. My makeup was running down my face so when Mrs.Hudson came out thinking I was a customer. When she saw how upset I was she led me to the back and went off to make me a cup of tea. When she returned she sat down and passed me the tea and started to sip from her own cup.
"What's wrong sweetie?" She asked me.
"Sherlock kissed me and I kissed him back, John came home said he arranged a date for me, found out that me and Sherlock kissed, punched Sherlock, went to punch him again but I got in the way he ended up knocking me out, then when I woke up, me and John argued and I told him and Sherlock that I love Sherlock and then I came here." I told her taking a huge breath at the end.
"Oh gosh. Do you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"That you love Sherlock?" She said with a grin plastered on her face.
"Of course. But I'm not sure if he feels the same way." Nearly crying again.
"Hey it's okay sweetie. I'm sure he does."
"How can you be so sure he does?"
"If he kissed you then he does. Trust me I've known Sherlock for a long time, he doesn't just kiss people for no reason."
I nodded at this but not accepting it. I won't accept it until I hear it with my own ears.
I felt like I was no longer walking on sunshine.