Pin Drop (Sherlock x Reader)

Mom

     "Mom?" I questioned I hadn't seen her in years. She wasn't my real mother and he wasn't my real father but they were the ones who finally adopted me.

      I was probably around fourteen at the time and we grew incredibly close as they could not have their own children. They are the ones who got me out of the drugged mess I was in at that time.

      "(Y/N)?" She ran up the stairs to me two at a time and pulled me into an incredibly tight hug. I would normally check in once every other day or once a day but I hadn't seen them since Jim locked me away.

I was never very close to my father. He was always sort of just in the background. He never made much of an attempt to establish a relationship with me either. Mom was always upset that he didn't try harder with me.

     She held onto me tightly. Making up for all the time we missed. I didn't realize how much I had missed her hugs until I was in one again. I took in her scent and saved it to my memories.

     When Jim took me I was still living with them. They were my rocks. I didn't even know they were still alive. I thought Jim had killed them like he had threatened oh so long ago.

      "I'm sorry baby. I should have kept looking for you. We never thought it would have been Jim. Never in a million years. We should have though. We should have thought of him first." She pulled me away to look at me. She kissed both of my cheeks before pulling me away once more to memorize my face. "You look like shite."

     I laughed at this. We always had a unique relationship with one another. I considered her my mother and my mother figure but we had conversations like we were best friends in high school.

"Thanks. Getting shot will do that." I chuckled and pulled her in again for another hug. This time it was not reciprocated.

"You were SHOT?!" I noticed my father just shake is head and leave the home. I figured he was going to the little cafe next door. My mother on the other hand was almost in pure panic mode.

"Mom. Mom it's okay. I'm okay. Look." I pulled up my shot to show her the bandages around my waist. There was a little bit of blood on them and my mother passed out on sight. John caught her before she fell down the stairs. "Oh dear."

They brought her into the living room and I was helped in by Sherlock who left a little kiss on my temple before heading into the kitchen. I took a seat in Sherlock's chair. John sat at his desk. Mary in John's chair.

I watched as my mother chest rose and fell with each breath. I never thought I would see her again. Her chestnut hair was tied into a tight bun on the top of her head. Her clothes were messy like she had just thrown them on to come over here. Her nails were chipped and looked as if chewed off. She aged while I was away.

      "(Y/N)?" Johns voice broke my staring. He was looking at me with curiosity. "Your file said you were a foster kid."

      "I came to their home when I was fourteen. A few months later they adopted me. They couldn't have kids of their own and she fell madly in love with me. She's the mother I never got to have growing up." I sighed and looked down at my hands. My nails were filthy.

       "When did you meet Jim?"

       "My third foster home. I would have been around maybe six?" He looked at me and nodded. "If your trying to find his parents I wouldn't bother. They are dead. Died shortly after they got rid of me."

      Sherlock joined the conversation. "Do you know how they died?"

      "Some sort of gas leak in the house. At least that is what the papers said. Jim was left unharmed."

      "Do you think he killed them?"

      "I-" I felt very caught off guard by this comment. I never really thought about it. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. I had no idea. "I don't know."

Sherlock remained in his place at the doors to the kitchen when my mother began to stir. She slowly opened her eyes to the room full of people watching her intensely.

"(Y/N)?" She seemed frightened. I called to her and her eyes settled on me and she smiled. I missed her smile. Her laugh. I missed her.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere this time." She stood from the couch and walked over to me. She knelt in from of my and placed her hands on both sides of my head. She just looked at me with love and adoration in here eyes.

"I love you." It was simple but enough to make me choke back a sob. "Where are they? Are they sleeping?"

I froze. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe and She looked around the room. John shook his head. She looked back to me and pulled me into another hug. "Oh honey. I am sorry. We will find them. Right?" She looked at sherlock and John who both shook their heads in agreement.

"Mom?" I squeaked. She looked back at me. I was broken in this moment. I couldn't keep the tears at bay anymore. They were there. I let them go. I sobbed into her shoulder. I wanted them back. I needed them back.

"Shhh, baby I'm right here." She rubbed my back and we heard someone clear their throat. My father stood in the doorway. "Jason."

"Hi dad." I said wiping the tears from my face. I have never seen him so concerned before. Even if he didn't care as much as my mother did for me he loved them. He walked over and the three of us were pulled into a tight and loving hug.