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Emotional - Sherlock request

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One more request, this time by @SummerAngeline thoguh I think she had changed her name because I can't find her account anymore... Anyway, here it is! Thank you for waiting and requesting, I hope you like this one!

"Could you do one where a girl named Ella with long blonde hair and blue eyes meets Sherlock when she moves into 221C? She's super shy but basically she becomes really good friends with John and Sherlock and helps them with cases and stuff? And Mrs. Hudson jokes that she spends more time in their flat than her own (which is probably true). then she gets kidnapped and when she's gone Sherlock realises he loves her, and he and John rescue her and she almost dies... They bring her to the hospital and she's in a coma and the doctors say she won't wake up but she does, and Sherlock tells her he loves her? And then an epilogue where they get married? It's okay if you dont want to do it it's really long lol"

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How difficult can it be to open a lock? Not that I was trying to pick the lock, no not at all. I was no criminal. I was the rightful owner of this flat with the fitting key that was handed to me. I was a good and mature woman who is able to open a damned lock! I kept on trying to turn the key but it just wouldn't work for me. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I took a pin out of my pocket and tried to pick the lock anyway. Suddenly I heard sounds from downstairs. Voices, footsteps. Even though I had no reason to flee, I still tried to hide myself a bit, hoping that the persons would walk past me.

I caught some words of their conversation. The two men were elatedly speaking the oddest sentences I had ever heard. "I'm certain I felt his spleen!" Said one of the two. "Who would have thought that the ring got stuck in his kidney, though! How is that even possible?" Said the other and they both chuckled. Then the sounds suddenly stopped. I looked up and saw that the two men now stood only inches away from me, looking confused at me. I didn't blame them: who wouldn't be confused to see a brand new girl standing in a frozen position in front of a closed door with a pin in her hand.

"Are you trying to break in?" Asked one of the two. "M-me? N-no, I'm the new o-owner of this flat." I stuttered. The man crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned his eyebrow. "Really?"

The other man hushed him. "She's not lying, John. She's picking the lock since she doesn't know how to open the door with the given key. There's a little trick to open this old door, just twitch the door handle first, then try the key." The man said. I did as he said and the door easily opened. "Oh... Thank you." I said.

The first man suddenly was friendlier and he smiled kindly at me. "I am John, John Watson. And this man here is Sherlock Holmes. We live together in 221B. Welcome to the family." I was touched by the way he said 'family' and even more touched by the sudden hug I received.

"let her go, John', said the curly haired man called Sherlock, "Ella needs to unpack her stuff. She still has a lot to do and has been trying to open the door for at least 21 minutes. So much time wasted."

I looked at the man with disbelief in my eyes. "How do you know my name? And who told you that I was standing here that long?" I asked. John shrugged his shoulders. "No one told him: it's just what he does."

"Besides," continued Sherlock, "she wants to close the door to get some time alone. Look at the poor girl, she's desperate to flee. Awfully shy." John looked me straight in the eyes. "No need to be shy, darling. We're no monsters. Well, I'm not, he can be quite monstrous sometimes." Sherlock's lips curled up in a small pleased smile.

"Well, I've never met a monster before." I said and opened my arms, thinking that this man, just like the other one, greeted new people with hugs. Sherlock looked confused for a split second, then, just as his friend wanted to say that Sherlock wasn't a person for hugs, he answered my gesture by embracing me briefly. John seemed shocked, which betrayed how special the situation was.