Sherlock Imagines [ Book 1 ]

Human

Type: Songfic ( Human by Christina Perri )

Pairing: brother!Mycroft, sister!Reader, brother!Sherlock

Warnings: self hatred, breakdown, anxiety, the plot may suck but I really wanted to use this song, evil Mycroft

I can hold my breath, I can bite my tongue

You allowed Mycroft to take your hand as he lead you into the room, various political officials were scattered across the room. Some were seated, others standing, a drink in hand. The gesture meant nothing, he was simply being proper and you knew it. You smooth your (favorite color) dress, looking around the room. Mycroft had told you to look, act, and be perfect. You held your chin up, straightening your shoulders. Your brother was finally introducing you to his fellow, colleagues? To be honest you'd spaced out when he'd informed you of the event. You and Sherlock were there for one simple reason, somebody was planned to be murder and you had to stop it.

I can stay awake for days if that's want you want, be your number one

"Over there." Mycroft gave a brief nod in the direction of an older man, a much younger woman on his arm. You fought the urge to wrinkle your nose and wrench in a nearby trash can. You nodded, "Where's Sherlock?"

"He and Lestrade are waiting over there." he gave a small nod towards a couple of men across the room, Sherlock was almost instantly in view due to his height, Greg by his side, looking out of place in such a fancy suit. "Tell me what you can tell about the man." Mycroft looked Down at you and you flashed another look at him. "He's old. Probably wealthy?" You shrugged, Mycroft rolled his eyes. You fought the urge to sigh, you were younger then your two brothers, and you were nothing like them. You weren't as clever and you couldn't deduce, you were much more wiser in emotions in a sense. You looked away from Mycroft's disapproving glance, you knew he cared, it was just deep, deep down in his frozen over heart. Mycroft brought you over to various people and introduced You, your ruby lips pulled into large fake smiles, you laughed at jokes that weren't funny and walked as if you didn't have a care in the world.

I can fake a smile, I can force a laugher
I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask

"I don't see our suspect." You whispered to Mycroft as he lead you away from a larger group of people. Mycroft glanced down at his watch before back at you. "The murder is suppose to take place in a few minutes, we need to find him. Moriarty doesn't allow tardiness." You nodded and released your brother's arm and hurried over to Sherlock and Greg. "We don't have much more time." You muttered, the pair shared a glance before looking at you. "Well we have to do something." Greg looked at you for a moment. Suddenly two loud gunshots rang out; a woman shrieked. "Everybody get down!" Greg shouted and reached for his own gun, a man stood above everyone else, gun in hand. You slammed your fist again the floor angrily, of course Jim would make this particular man the murderer. Instead of cover he was trying to make a statement, this murder wasn't going to just be one man. The man you soon recognized to be Sebastian Moran, you crawled towards him carefully. You may of not been clever like your brothers, but you were defiantly more fit and well trained in self defense. "Where shall I start?" He twirled his gun, looking around the crowd, he turned towards a woman, placing a gun to her forehead. "You?" He smirked, you crawled up behind him and stood. He placed his finger on the trigger, ready to pull. You launched yourself at him, shoving him down to the ground, taking you down with him. The woman scrambled away and people began to move away. Sherlock and Greg soon moved towards you. You and Moran wrestled for the gun, he brought his legs up and placed a heavy kick to your stomach. You slid back slightly, kicking off your heels. You were both soon on your feet, the gun went skidding across the floor. He launched a punch at your face only for you to deflect it, grabbing his wrist and twisting it at an awkward angle, he managed to get a kick in, causing you to release your grip. He placed another punch, catching you off guard and sending you flying back. Sebastian picked up his gun, firing at the man you were suppose to be protecting. "No!" You cried, but were too late. Sebastian slipped away while everyone seemed to turn towards the corpse.

You were suppose to leave Greg to take care of the murderer before he could hurt anyone and you failed.

You could feel Mycroft's angry stare burning into you, you bit your lip.

Give you all I am
I can do it
I can do it

Soon police sirens wailed, cars pulling up as standard procedure. People filed out, leaving you sitting by the corpse, staring at your failure. The body was here because you couldn't stop him. Mycroft came up behind you, "I know. It was my fault." You whispered. Guilt and anger rushed throughout you, how could you of been so stupid? "The plan was waiting for Lestrade. You took him on your own. Such a stupid thing to do, this man is dead because you didn't think." He growled. You dug your nails into your palms as you clenched your fists.

But I'm only Human
And I bleed when I fall down

"I know. It was my fault." You repeated numbly. Sherlock was soon by your side, a hand placed on your shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asked, inspecting you for injuries. "I'm fine Sherl." You batted his hand away, to be honest, you stomach hurt like hell. "This man is dead because of her." Mycroft growled, Sherlock turned. "She tried to stop Moran. She held out better then you would against a trained assassin." Sherlock snapped.

Your words in my head
Knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart

You turned and looked at Mycroft, "I'm sorry. I'll never be this perfect Holmes sister you imagined." You felt the emotions you'd kept repressed as long as you could remember begin to escape through your lips. "I'll never be as smart or clever as either of you. I'll always be impulsive and sentimental and it won't ever change. But the least you could do is accept me for what I am, not try to make me what I'm not." You felt tears prick your eyes and you didn't bother to wipe them away. "I'm sick and tired for never being enough for you. I'm sorry, but I'll always been your stupid little sister." You took a deep breath, collecting yourself and finally wiping away tears. You looked at Sherlock, "Can I bunk with you and John tonight?"

I can turn it on, be a good machine
I can hold the weight of worlds if that's what you need

Sherlock gave a small nod, and he looked as if he were a small child trying to figure out a puzzle as he gingerly placed an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, happy to have one brother who actually wanted you. "I'm sorry." You whispered, "I've never seen Mycroft look so shocked. Nice job." Sherlock smirked slightly, and you felt a smile play on your lips. "You're evil."

"I'm not evil, I'm a sociopath." He shrugged and you playfully hit him in the side. "Dork." You mumbled and he chuckled as he led you out to a cab awaiting you and Sherlock, whisking you away to 221b.

I can take so much
Until I've had enough
I'm only human
I'm only human

A/N

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