The Scarlet Aria (BBC Sherlock and OC Fanfic)

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Once we got to the flat I sat on the stairs blocking his way,”Sherlock, move.”
  “During the two years that we were gong, something happened between Scarlett and I, neither of us forgave the other,”I found myself running my hands through my hair,”Do you think that she’ll ever forgive me?”
  He sat on the stair below,”What did you do Sherlock?”
  I reran the events in my head,”I had just gotten back from a mission and Scarlett was typing up the report. It was a rather crappy mission, and I had it up to here,”I put my hand up in the air,”with people. Without Scarlett even doing anything, I lashed out at her. I don’t even remember what I’d said to her. It must’ve been pretty horrid considering she said something that both of us vowed not to say.”
  “What would that be?”
  “Why can’t you just be normal?”
  We sat there in silence. After a moment John places a hand on my back,”Since you don’t remember what you said, maybe you said it to her.”
  He made a good point. I took a deep breath in and stood up,”You’re right John. Always are.”
  I proceeded up the stairs and heard his phone ding,”Sorry Sherlock, can’t stay any longer, I have a dinner to make up to Mary.”
  “Sorry about that, still,”I replied hearing the door open, the shut. Then another open and shut.
  “Hello who are you?” Mrs.Hudson asked the woman. Yes a woman, I can tell by the footsteps.
  “My name is Lotus Martin, I’m here to see Mr.Holmes and Dr.Watson.”
  Older sister of the mother. Why didn’t her parents say that Scarlett would go to her? What made them trust John more than family?
  She entered the room, spitting image of the mother but slightly older and with highlights in the hair. Curly brown hair, not naturally curly, green eyes, wears prescription contacts, works for a veterinary service, recently put a dog down,”Hello, who might you be?”
  “Lotus Anne Martin,”She shook my hand, strong grip, official handshake, not something that you’d find in an average Veterinary Science graduate.
  “What is your problem, be straight to the point, seeing as Dr.Watson is not present, my patience is very thin,”I studied her position, very formal, posture is immaculate even. She didn’t go to prep school. I think I know where this is going.
  She adjusted the purse in her hand,”I am looking for my niece, Scarlett. I heard that she’s under the care of Dr.Watson now, and that you and her died and came back together. It’s all quite confusing actually.”
  I stood and went around her. Lotus was a trained assassin,”I see. Sorry to say, but she is going to dinner to catch up with John and learn more about each other.”
  “But Dr.Watson left alone.”
  Acute memory, definitely going to try and kill me,”Ah yes,” She reached into her purse, any second now,”Oh my.”
  “Tell me where she is,”A gun was in her hand, luckily Mrs.Hudson saw and got away quiet enough to call Lestrade,”Now!”
  “She’s not in the country, that’s all I can say.”
  Lotus, strange to name your daughter after your assassin sister,”No she’s not!!”
  “Why is that?”
  “Because I have a tracker on her!” She showed me a phone screen with a blip on 221B,”Where is she?!”
  I laughed,”Oh, her coat is on the rack, Zila Moneri.”
  She cussed under her breath and looked up,”After I kill you, I will find her.” her voice now thick with a Russian accent. As she spoke, she ripped a few pieces of latex off of her face to reveal the real person,”I should’ve known that you’d figure it out.”
  The door was busted down and she shot.

  Open POV…

  Zila shot and jumped out the window, landing on a car and getting safely to the ground.
  Sherlock was not as lucky, there was now a bullet in his hip,”Lestrade, the woman-”
  “Shut up will you,”He yelled rushing over to Sherlock,”Get medics here now!” Lestrade barked to his men,”Put pressure right here,” Greg placed Sherlock’s hand over his wound.
  “I’m going to lose consciousness in ten seconds, I need you to put out an APB on Zila Moneri, she’s looking for Scarlett. If you do find her, don’t tell her where Scarlett is,”His eyes were threatening to close,”get to John too, before she-”
  Sherlock’s body fell limp in Lestrade’s grasp. The EMT arrived and took Sherlock to the hospital.