Sherlock one shots x readers, preferences and imagines

John request - Good ones

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Hey there! This is a request for Undercover_Fangirl97 . I really did my best on it and I desperately hope you'll like it! Tell me if you do! So, here we go! This is what I've been asked to write:

"Mary is my little sister and I had a crush on John but I knew how much Mary love him and I wanna see her happy. The day she got shot, I pushed her and got shot. I was thinking I was dying and my sister begged me to stay alive. I told her that I had a crush and John, but never told her because I was afraid and I am sorry. Then I closed my eyes."

Melody, blond straight hair and green eyes.

Favourite book: Ruby Red.

*This story is readable for others too! Just saying! ;-) *

WARNING!!! This story contains death! I think it's called a 'blurb' though I'm not really sure! So don't read it when you don't want to!

Okay, here we go...

Long I stood there, staring at the dark painted door with my hand resting on the doorbell. I did not push it. The reason why I hadn't pushed it yet was very clear to me. I knew I was afraid, so terribly afraid that, when I had walked towards this very door some minutes ago, I actually wanted to turn around and run off. I feared to see him again. I haven't seen him for an entire month, and I had secretly wished to meet him again ever since I left. I wanted to see him, but I also knew that it almost went wrong the last time I had gazed into his clear brown loving eyes, and that was the reason why I feared to meet him again.

Yet I didn't run off. I stayed. And I understood why I was still here, standing in front of his door, too. I knew what that feeling was called, that feeling that burned inside of me, but I dared not to speak the name. Though it was called desire and it had lived in me for a long time, sometimes calmly, other times wildly. My hand was still touching the doorbell, not pushing, while the two feelings fought with each other and I did not know which one would win.

I didn't even come here for him so the fact that I was thinking of him, and not my younger sister, was not proper of me. I reminded myself that I came for Mary and bravely pushed the doorbell. As the loud sound of the bell sounded on the other side of the door, I realised there was no way back. I now had passed the point of no return.

The door swung open and revealed a smiling face. I recognised the face of my beloved younger sister immediately. 'Melody!' I heard her voice scream my name. 'Mary!' I shouted back, all my doubt was suddenly gone and I happily wrapped my arms around the smiling woman. 'It's so good to see you again!' She said to me and I agreed with her. 'And look at you.' She grinned and freed me out of her embrace. Her hands were resting on both my shoulders as she observed me. 'You look amazing, Melody. Is that a new haircut?' Mary asked and I nodded. 'Long hair looks good on you.' She smiled and ran her fingers through one of my blond locks. 'Though I think curly hair would suit you better.' She added. 'Really?' I asked and looked at my straight hair. But Mary just laughed loudly and hugged me again as an answer.

We walked up the stairs of 221B, here we would all meet. The thought of all the persons who were 'we' made some of the fear return. There stood Sherlock. He walked towards me and gave me a quick hug. 'Welcome back.' He said sweetly. 'Thank you.' I answered and smiled at the tall detective who I could call my friend.

Behind him appeared another man. My eyes widened and I noticed I was breathing faster. 'Hi, Melody.' The man said and I loved how he said my name. He sealed his greeting with a sweet smile. 'H-hi John.' I stuttered as John neared me and wrapped his strong loving arms around me. I was paralysed in his embrace and just stood there motionlessly while he hugged me, unable to wrap my arms around him. I was afraid of Mary's reaction if I did so I fought the desire to do so. 'It's nice to see your face.' He said and smiled again. I noticed he actually meant it and instantly felt really happy. 'Yes, well, it's good to see you smiling back at me.' I answered. 'I see Mary is making you very happy.' I added without noticing I had just said that. 'Yes, she does.' He told me and glanced at his wife. I desperately searched for signs that told me he was lying, clues that told me he was unhappy, but I couldn't find them no matter how hard I tried and no matter how many lessons Sherlock had given me. His happiness strangely made me feel really miserable. Disappointed might be a better word. Sherlock looked at me pityingly, he knew.