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(Y/n's) pov:
"He's back?" I asked out loud when I heard John's name from my friend, Louis, as we navigated through the crouded streets of the market. Louis and I usually come to the market to buy ingredients for baking. Don't ask how we met or became friends, I can't remember but it was a long time ago.
Louis was telling me about what happened on his train ride with William, coming home from Durham. The blond haired man was telling me about their run in with a man named Sherlock Holmes and another named John H.Watson. I was so shocked to hear John's name that I didn't think twice when I asked. Louis only shot me a confused look. "Do you know Mr John, (y/n)?" The red eyed male asked and I nodded my head, hiding my anger at the absent brown eyed male. "Yes, the John you met is my twin brother." I told Louis. "Now that you mention it, you two do look alike." He said, staring at my face. I turned my gaze away from his ruby ones. "What's our next stop?" I asked to change the subject.
Louis paused, knowing that I changed the subject and looked down to the piece of paper in his hand. "The fruit stand." He answered and we continued with our shopping.
We dropped my groceries off at home first before going over to the Moriarty manor. Louis said that I was invited for dinner and I couldn't refuse. Louis's cooking is the best and, according to what Lou said, it's Albert's order. Somehow, I became a valuable friend to the Moriarty household and it's all because I'm Louis's friend.
"Louis, do you know where he now resides?" I asked to break the silence. "He moved in with Sherlock at 221B Backers Street. They're flatmates." The blond replied and I gave him a thankful look. "Thank you, Lou. I'm going to find him tomorrow and give him a piece of my mind." I said and Louis chuckled. I cracked a smile too and the two of us laughed. "Just don't give him too much of a hard time." Louis stated and I nodded my head. "I won't."
○THE NEXT DAY○
Early the next morning, I arrived at the apartment where my twin was said to live. John and I look exactly alike. Both of us have brown eyes and dirty blond hair.
I knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it. A woman with brown hair and turquoise eyes opened it. "How can I help you?" She asked, raising her brow on confusion and I smiled sweetly at her. "Hi. Is Mr John H.Watson home?" I asked her and she nodded her head. "Yes. He's upstairs with Sherlock." She replied, confusion edged in her voice. I thanked her and moved past her, walking upstairs and I heard the faint voices of the two talking men.
Busting the door open, I startled the two and my sharp glare found John. If looks could kill, this man would have been a heap of ash by now. "John H.Watson!" I called and the man flinched, backing away from me. "(Y-y-y/n)." He stuttered in surprise and laughed nervously. "Why must I hear of your return from someone else rather than you yourself?" I asked harshly. "I-I was going to visit but-" John was cut off. "But you didn't! I was so worried when you weren't replying to any of the letters I sent you." I yelled at my twin, I was so frustrated and angry, tears brimmed my eyes as I met his brown eyes, the exact ones I have, his eyes were filled with regret and sorrow. "I'm sorry (y/n), I should have contacted you." John said and came closer to hug me. I hugged my older twin and was happy to be in his warm embrace again.
While the two of us hugged out our issues, Sherlock and the brown haired woman looked at us weirdly. The blue eyed man coughed. "Um, John. Is she your girlfriend or something?" He asked with a brow raised. Johan and I separated from our hug and I couldn't help but laugh at the tall man. "Your funny." I said while laughing and wiped a tear from my eye. "Your an interesting guy, I like you." I grinned and glanced at my brother. "But, you couldn't have been more wrong." I said and flung my arm around John's shoulder, bringing him closer to my side. "John, over here, is my older twin brother." I explained and the two nodded their heads. "I see." Sherlock commented. "You two look exactly alike." The woman stated.
"Oh, did you get the letter I sent two years ago?" I asked and John remained quiet for a moment. "I don't think so?" He replied but it came out more like a question. "It's alright and please don't be alarmed." I said sternly. "Mom and dad passed away in a carriage accident." I replied and John froze. "Mom and dad are dead?" He asked in disbelief and I nodded my head. "That means you have been living alone all this time." He realized and I nodded my head once again. "Don't worry. I had a friend by my side this entire time. He is a really nice gentleman." I said, thinking of Louis. "He?" John asked with a raised brow. "John, don't be like that." I punched his arm and he rolled his eyes.
"Who are you again?" Sherlock asked and it dawned on me that I haven't properly introduced myself. "My apologies. My name is (y/n) H.Watson, John's sister." I said, smiling. "Nice to meet you, (y/n). I'm Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes." He said and extended his hand for a handshake. I took notice of the silver skull ring on his finger while shaking his hand. "My friend told me about you, Mr Holmes." I said, recalling everything Louis told me about this chap. More like ranted. "I hope it was only good things." The man said, sounding full of himself. I guess I can understand more or less why Louis dislikes him, his an idiot. "Trust me, it wasn't very good." I replied in a fake sweet tone. "I'm miss Hudson. The landlady." The brown haired woman interrupted the staring contest between me and Sherlock.
"Nice to meet you, miss Hudson." I gave her a real smile and Sherlock was offended. "How come your nice to everyone else except me!" He complained and I sighed mentally. "My friend was right about you, being childish and all." I replied once again with a closed eye smile. "(Y/n)." John said, stepping in. "Who is this friend of yours?" He asked. "Fine but don't go all 'protective brother' on him. I like him." I admitted with a blush tinting my cheeks.
John looked doubtful while Sherlock was looking exited and miss Hudson as well. The brown haired woman was beaming. "His name is Louis James Moriarty, the youngest Moriarty brother." I said in a soft tone but loud enough for everyone else to hear.
John and Sherlock gasped. "What?" I asked, blinking in confusion. "Figures, that bloke hates me." Sherlock mumbled and John remained quiet. "We met him on the train, along with his older brother, and Louis didn't struck me as a bad guy." John approved and I looked away from them with a knowing look on my face. If only they knew. If only they knew what I know.
"Are you acquainted with his brothers too?" Sherlock asked curiously. "Well yes. I'm friends with the entire household. They welcomed me in like family after they learned that I befriended their dear youngest brother." I answered honestly, sweatdropped at how Albert and William welcomed me, without question, into their home. Fred and Moran are good friends too.
The exited twinkle in Sherlock's eyes gave me a bad feeling and miss Hudson hit him over the head. Those two started arguing and I shared a look with John. "How about we leave them be." I suggest and he nodded his head in agreement.
John and I left the flat. "Where do we go first?" I asked my brother. "How about that cafe we used to go to while growing up?" He replied and I nodded my head eagerly. "Okay and then after that we can visit mom and dad. I'm sure they want to hear that their son is back. Perhaps then, they can rest in peace." I added and thought about the strange things happening. I knew it was them, unable to rest. John looked at me with a surprised look and I brushed it off. "Come on!" I exclaimed, dragging John in the cafe's direction. "Alright, alright. I can walk just fine, there is no need to drag me, (y/n)." John reasoned but I ignored him and continued to drag him, just like when we were kids.
John's pov:
I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face while (y/n) dragged me by the hand. She always did that since childhood whenever she was exited and/or wanted to take me somewhere. It's good to see that some things never changed.
Reunited with my sister and being Sherlock's partner. Life really took an interesting turn for me. I've never been more happy to be back home.
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Done! I hope you liked reading the story.
I apologize for taking so long to publish this chapter. I kind of forgot.
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