How Sage Became a Holmes//book the first (A Sherlock BBC Fanfiction)

Life Goes On.

Arriving back to the flat that morning, there was an unspoken anxiety hanging about all three of us. I was so emotionally exhausted from the consistent tension and panic of the entire night, but was too wound up to sleep. Come to find out, John and Sherlock had the same problem, so we stayed up almost all night just watching telly, talking about not much in particular, and trying to not dwell on how many times our lives had been in danger the previous few hours. Finally, at about five A.M, I started fighting to keep my eyes open.
"Alright,"I yawned. "I'm going to sleep for twelve hours now."
"G'night, Sage." said John as I picked myself up from my seat on the floor and threw myself down on the couch, sleeping in my coat since the flat was still freezing. "Might as well go up to bed myself." Said John. "Goodnight, you two."
"Mm. 'Night." I mumbled, already half asleep. I heard John's footsteps on the stairs to his room, and felt someone drape something soft and warm over top of me just before I drifted off into a long and dreamless sleep.
I awoke the next day to afternoon sunlight attempting to peak in through the still boarded up windows. I stretched and groaned, realizing that Sherlock's coat was draped over top of me. Turning over, I glanced at my phone to see it was 3:00 pm. Sherlock was at the desk on his laptop, and I heard someone in the kitchen, most likely Mrs. Hudson or John. I remained on the couch for a few minutes, listening to the clacking of Sherlock's laptop keys and gearing myself to crawl out of my cave of warmth. I finally rolled over and swung my legs over the side of the couch, my bare feet freezing on the cold floor.
"Morning, Sage." Said Sherlock, not looking up from the computer.
"Morning." I said laughing, seeing as it was the middle of the afternoon. I dug through my backpack, looking for socks. "John up yet?"
"Nope." Sherlock replied. Mrs. Hudson popped her head out of the kitchen when she heard my voice.
"Oh! Good afternoon, dear." I smiled.
"Good afternoon."
"I went to the store this morning, Sherlock said you were going to last night, but something came up. There's cereal and milk if you'd like it!" I fist pumped and waltzed into the kitchen, fixing a bowl of cereal and starting tea. "What was it you three were up to yesterday that has you sleeping in so late?" Mrs. Hudson asked. I glanced across the room at Sherlock, who I could tell was thinking of how to answer.
"Oh, you know. Stuff." He said. I resisted the urge to burst out laughing. Mrs. Hudson however, did laugh and shook her head, retreating back to the kitchen. As I sat down with my cereal, footsteps could be heard on the stairs and John came down. He however, wasn't wearing his coat, unlike Sherlock and myself.
"Ooh, it's cold in here." I nodded, and Sherlock grunted in agreement. Mrs. Hudson looked at the boards over the windows.
"I'll have to get a handy-man over here to install new windows. It's been about four days now, hasn't it?"
"Oh, that would be wonderful." I said between bites of cereal. Mrs. Hudson nodded, putting away the last of the groceries then going back downstairs. I put my cereal bowl in the sink and went over to the couch with tea for Sherlock, John and I. John had opened up his laptop and was writing a new blog post, and Sherlock was in his armchair staring blankly at the wall.
"What do you think, Sherlock?"
"About what?" He asked.
"Moriarty. Is he a present threat?"
"Oh, I don't think so. Not at the immediate moment."
"Hm, look at this." John said, interrupting my train of thought. I got up and went to stand behind him at the desk. "The view count on my blog has gone up significantly since I last posted." I raised my eyebrow, the counter now read 700. Sherlock frowned.
"Did you say anything of interest about me in your last post?" John scoffed.
"Not really, no."
"Whatever you do, just don't write about the unsolved ones." Said Sherlock sternly. John rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, all right!"

The next few days I spent ignoring Mycroft's calls and texts, and mostly just went about normal, dull life. The windows got replaced, I cleaned the flat, Mrs. Hudson got me my own pillow and blanket for the sofa, and Sherlock set the kitchen on fire. (Not ALL the way on fire, it was a narrowly avoided crisis. We still have a burn mark on the kitchen table.) Plus, we had no case to work on, so I was left with no other option other than to be a responsible young person and, you know, study and stuff.
The next few weeks, business really picked up. After a few cases which you can read about on John's blog, we had clients by the dozen. Granted, Sherlock dubbed most of their cases "dull." But we were busy.
And of course, there were two of our most famous cases to follow; 'A Scandal in Belgravia' and 'The Hound of Baskerville'. Both very interesting, both polar opposites. But let me skip over those; if you're familiar with us then you're familiar with these stories. Maybe I'll recount them for you some other time.
For now, I've told about our first cases. I've told you about Mycroft. I've given you a run-down of our system, of our relationship, and how we work. I've also told you about Jim Moriarty.
So let's move on to where things get serious, which will lead us up to more present day.
But first, let's start with May 17th.