Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock | This Is Family | Part 2

Beep. Beep. Beep.

'God that's annoying' You thought as you tried to move one of your arms, only to discover it was being held by someone.

You cracked an eye open. It was Sherlock. You closed your eyes again. Then you opened them fully. You glanced around, noticing Mycroft and John were also in the room. Mycroft was on the other side of the bed in a similar position as Sherlock. Both were slumped against your bed, sleeping. John was off in the corner sleep on a small couch that was placed in the fairly large room, no doubt Mycroft's doing.

Only the best for his little sister.

Being as gentle as possible, you pulled your arm from Sherlock's grip. He stirred but didn't wake up so you continue to move. Once your arm was free you shook the sleep from it and placed it carefully on his head. You ran your fingers through his curls softly.

After a few moments, your brother began to wake up. He groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He glanced up at you. You watched as did a double take. As if he was didn't believe you were actually awake.

"Y/n?" You smile at him. "Did you get him?" You asked. Your voice slightly croaky from being out for so long.

"Of course." You giggled and glanced at Mycroft.

He was still asleep. You frowned slightly. Images of him sobbing next to you flashed into your mind. Deciding you needed to wake him, you lean forward. The pain medication doing wonders. You lean down a press a kiss to the top of his head.

He shifted slightly then lifted his head. Sherlock watched as his brother woke up. He saw Mycroft in a new light after the incident. His brother had never cried in front of them before. It made him look human.

Mycroft looked around the room. He saw John sleeping on the couch. Then he saw his brother standing next to the bed absolutely beaming. He furrowed his brow. Why did he look so happy? You noticed the confusion on his face as he stared at Sherlock so you squeezed his hand.

His head snapped towards your directions. You smiled at him. He stood very abruptly. His chair skidded backwards and crashing to the floor. You opened your arms to him and he practically launched himself into them. He wrapped his arms around you minding all the wires.

"We thought we lost you." He mumbled into your neck. He had sat down on the edge of the bed to keep himself from completely fainting.

You held a hand out for Sherlock and let him join the hug. John, who was startled awake by Mycroft's chair, had also wandered over to join the hug.

"You may be the smart one Mycroft, but I am the strong one." Your brother's chuckled. You rested a hand on each of their heads. John had moved away to give you and your brothers some space.

"He's dead isn't he?" You asked after a while. Sherlock glanced at you. The look one his face was the only answer you needed.

You smiled. "Good." After that the room went silent. The only sounds were the beeping of the machines.

A nurse had come in and assessed your wounds. The doctor allowed you to me removed from some of the equipment to rid you of some of the many wires.

Your brother who watched in relief as the machines were taken from the room immediately latched onto you when the doctor and nurse had left.

You giggled as Mycroft and Sherlock buried their face in your neck.

"I'm glad you're my brothers."

"We are glad to call you our sister."

"Damn right."