Meeting the Match of Sherlock

Storm's Backstory

Storm was reading a book while Sherlock was making dinner. Married for 6 years, Storm had time and time again to come clean and tell Sherlock what her past was. All the gruesome, horrible details of her childhood, adolense, and the few years of her adulthood that lead her into the arms of Sherlock Holmes. But with Scott, everything that has happened with Jim Moriarty, and the new baby on the way, she couldn't. But tonight she had a once in a lifetime opportunity. "Sherlock?" Storm asked.
"Hm?" Sherlock asked as he continued preparing dinner. "Can I talk to you?" Storm asked.
"About what, darling?" Sherlock asked.

Storm swallowed a hard lump in her throat and she said "Remember how when we first met, you couldn't read me?"

Sherlock's head shot straight up. How did she remember that after all these years? He then placed the chicken in the oven and went over to her. He sat down and he asked "You remembered after all these years?"

Storm nodded her head 'yes'. "Why?" Sherlock asked.

Storm sighed and she said "Because not a day goes by that that day doesn't go through my head like a broken record"

"Storm you never told me this though" Sherlock said nervously.

"Because with everything that's happened how could I?" Storm asked.

Sherlock clenched his teeth together. Then, he sighed heavily and he said "OK, so can you tell me why I couldn't read you the first day we met?"

Storm sighed. Then she said "Because I had a barrier. It blocked everyone that I couldn't trust. For so many years I was taught to never trust anyone"

"But I hope you can trust me now, right Storm?" Sherlock asked as he took his wife's hand into his own. Storm looked deep into his electric blue eyes and she said "Yes darling, of course I trust you"

"Then tell me what's been bothering you" Sherlock pleaded. "If it's been bothering you for so many years, tell me"

Storm looked away and bit down on her bottom lip. Sherlock tucked his finger under her chin and he said "Whatever it is, it will not make me love you any less"

Storm felt alittle weight lifted off her shoulders. Then, she said "Alright..."

She tightened her grip on Sherlock's hand and she explained to him about her life.

Childhood was never easy for young Storm Hutcherson. She was the weird girl with the high intelligence and the bright blue eyes. All of the children picked on her, beated her up, bullied her. They made her feel so weak and vulnerable that when she finally snapped, it was as if a monster had awaken in her. She put 4 boys and 5 girls in the emergency rooms with injuries too gruesome to detail. Her home life was hell. An alcoholic for a father and a druggie for a mother, she was the youngest of 7 but she was the most mature out of them all. Her first eldest brother was Phil and he was adopted by a family in America. The secon eldest brother had become addicted to marijuana and heroine when he was only 20, her eldest sister brought herself to the lowest form of class, pimping and selling herself for sex at the tender age of 18, her third eldest brother was too into academics to be home, her second eldest sister was mentally derranged so they placed her in a hospital from 16 until the days she died at the hands of Moriarty, her fourth eldest brother always ran away from home, and then little Storm was the last of them. She was clean, well behaved, quiet. She was invisible to her family and thensome.

Her teenage years weren't any different than her childhood. She kept her head down even though her family was always the talk of the town because of how disgraceful they were. She had no friends, her family wouldn't help her, it was as if she was a wallflower invisible to the world.

When she turned into a young adult, she immediately left home to make a living for herself. She took up a part time job as a receptionist and the rest of the time she was working the soup kitchen while she herself was starving. The first 2 years were fine until she met James Moriarty. With those black eyes and his mysterious appearance, Storm was immediately attracted to him. James only saw her as a toy. At first. He agreed to date her. As the two years progressed he began to fall head over heels in love with her. It wasn't the same feeling for Storm. She began to hate, loathe James Moriarty. He became violent towards her, hitting her, screaming at her, throwing things at her, becoming more and more deadly and dangerous by the day. She tried leaving, reaching out to her fourth eldest brother to help her out in leaving Moriarty. He agreed to do this, but once Moriarty caught wind of this his mind snapped. He sent out his sister to find all of the Hutcherson family and kill all of them so Storm would have no one to go to. One night when James was sleeping, Storm wrote a note, left it on his desk and ran away from him.

"That's when I came to live in Baker Street and met you, John and the others" Storm said. She saw her husband's face as his mouth gaped open in shock and his skin was pale. "Sherlock?" Storm asked nervously. Sherlock looked at her and he finally said after an uncomfortable moment of silence "So that's you? That's your life?"

Storm nodded her head, fearful that Sherlock would say he was going to leave her. Sherlock then took her hands into his own and he said "Your past is your past, your present and your future are ours"

Storm sighed a sigh of relief and she rested her head on Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock kissed her head and he absorbed everything his wife had just told her. She's the strongest woman he ever had the pleasure of meeting. He then looked down at his wife's growing belly. He moved his hand out of his wife's and he placed his hand on his wife belly. "What do you want to name our daughter?" Storm asked.

"I was always a fan of Fallon" Sherlock admitted.

"Fallon" Storm repeated. She smiled and she said "I love it"

"Fallon Maria Holmes?" Sherlock asked. Storm chuckled and she said "Fallon Maria Holmes"

Sherlock smiled. Him and Storm were growing closer and stronger by the day and by the second and he knew that he couldn't let her go. He would fight for his family, even if it killed him..