You walked up to the door of flat 221b. Your Father had died, he was incredibly depressed and had killed him self. You had no other family and now had to move in with your uncle John Watson in London. A man opened the door, a man who wasn't your uncle. "Who are you?" The man asks. He was incredibly tall to your 13 year old self and pale. He had dark curly hair and sharp cheekbones. "Oh Sherlock is that y/n?" A familiar voice from inside says. "Uncle John?" You ask in a small voice. "Sherlock let her in!" John yells walking over and letting you in. You run over to him and bury your face in his chest. You hadn't seen anyone you actually knew in so long and you just needed a hug. John looked surprised, but wrapped his arm around you. You finally let yourself cry, for the first time since your fathers death 2 weeks ago. "Y/n" John's voice is soft. He bends down and looks you in the eye. "Y/n your ok" he wipes the tears from your cheeks. "I'm here now." You nod and let out a shaky sigh.
Sherlock rolled his eyes "to much sentiment" he says and plops down on his chair. "Um John who's that?" You ask. "That's my flat mate Sherlock. Uh Sherlock can I talk to you for a second?" John stands up and grabs Sherlocks arm. "Be nice Sherlock she's 13, her father just died, and she has no one else" John hisses. "But John-"
"No Sherlock!" John interrupts him. "You are going to be nice to her and not scare her." Sherlock had never seen John so protective of anyone. They walk back out to find y/n sitting on the couch quietly. "Uh sorry about that y/n, you'll have to sleep on the couch tonight I'm sorry. I'll get you a bed soon." He gives you small smile. You give him a smile too.
Your lying on the couch, John had given you pizza for dinner and Sherlock had left on a case. John sat down at the end of the couch. "Goodnight y/n" he says and gets up. "I'm listen I know your 13, but you can always come into my room if you uh want to" he says a little awkwardly. "Thank you John" you say softly and he gets up and quietly pads to his room.
You open the door, you had just gotten back from school. The first thing you see is your dad lying on the ground pulls scattered on the ground. "No" your run over to him and kneel next to him your hand flies to his wrist to check his pulse. Nothing absolute silence. Then you fall, your falling and falling and there's just silence.
You wake up in a cold sweat. It's completely dark in the flat but you get up and sigh. You silently walk up to John's room. You open the door and it lets out a slow creaking sound. "Y/n?" John says groggily. "Um I had a bad dream." He clicks on the light. He pats the bed next to him. You slide into his bed and he gives you a hug. "Goodnight y/n" he reaches to turn out the light and you fall asleep instantly.
A/n: this is so bad I'm sorry I might make a part 2 with more Sherlock if this gets enough votes
