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Imagine being like a little sister for Sherlock Sherlock x sister like reader

 I do not own Sherlock, this is just a fanart and I do not make any money with it. All rights go to the rightful owner.

Also I am not a native so please do not be to hard on me for  mistakes.^^’‘ This fanfiction is not about love. It is more about the protectivnis of Sherlock for a little sister

a lot of fluff, self consciousness, angst

Enjoy ^-^ This story plays after the 4th season. John and Sherlock decided that John and Rosie should life in the Baker-street together. Sherlock thought it would be better for John who was still suffering from losing Marry and he also actually liked to have Rosie around him, not that he would ever admit that in front of anyone except for small little Rosie, yet everyone somehow already figured it out and just smiled silently about the detective. John on the other hand thought it would be better for Sherlock to not life alone and even if he did not want to really say it out loud he knew deep down the he just know needed a true friend by his side and his best friend was without any doubt Sherlock Holmes. Also Rosie loves Sherlock and Misses Hudson became like a Grandmother to her. Oh and do not forget about the third person living in Bakerstreet 221B (y/n) (l/n). She was a young university student and Rosie's Babysitter. How she came to live with the three of them? At first she was simply Rosie's Babysitter, but then her friend she lived with in a small cheap apartment close to the university had to change her place of study because of her fathers wishes. (y/n) was not able to pay the bills on her own and was desperately searching for a new place, but finding a not too expensive place became an unmanageable task.  Then one day John asked her again to watch over Rosie and despite her stress and problems she could not say no to the man looking pleadingly at her. It was late at night Rosie was fast asleep and you were trying hard to stay awake in front of your computer, currently writing yet another message in hopes of getting a place to stay. Your time was running short and you began to feel helpless. Tears started to sting in your eyes, as suddenly your laptop was closed . You jumped and nearly screamed but Sherlock had put a hand on your lips: “ We do not want to wake up Rosie, do we?  I am sorry for scaring you, dear.” he let go of you and you took a deep breath still a bit straddled but now getting calmer knowing it was him. He always had something about him that calmed you. You smiled sheepishly at  him, a little embarrassed to get scared so easily and not noticing him beforehand. He just looked at you and for a short second you thought he looked worried, but you must have imagined that. Sherlock never looked worried at people except for very few very special people and you surely were not one of them. You were still surprised you were even worth his attention. “Oh (y/n) you are still awake? You know you could sleep on the sofa or take the bed in the spare room.” Yes, the apartment had more rooms than it would seem. There were John's, Sherlock's, Rosie's, the main room, the kitchen, the bath and the spare room.  “Well, yeah..” you laughed silently but it sounded hollow to you . You did not want to bother them with your problem so ..“ I still had some work from university I..” “Liar” Sherlock interrupted you looking not very pleased with you. It was hard to stand against his gaze so you averted your eyes and looked down. “She is desperately looking for a place to life, since her friend is leaving the apartment and probably even the university” Sherlock explained for John. “How do you..” said man started and Sherlock rolled his eyes: “ It is obvious really. The fact that something is wrong was evident since you asked her yesterday. She immediately excepted. Normally she would need few minutes to ask  her friend if she was okay with it, because they only have one key, since she lost hers  a few days ago when she came here, meaning they would have to match their plans. Could be vacation but it is  the end of the term and the exams should start the next few days, no student goes for a break so close to the exams, so something has changed. When she arrived here her whole body was tensed and her smile was clearly forced, even you noticed it John, you mentioned to me you were worried about her, when we got the cab. Also she was clinking to her apartment key for her dear life. She has long left her apartment but instead of putting it in her bag she  held it all the time. My line of thoughts was confirmed when I found her just a minute ago with tears close to spill in her  eyes and  shaking hands in front of a page with many apartments. The only question is..” he looked at you again “Why did you not ask for help? I know you have not a really close relationship to your parents. You talk with love and admiration about everyone in your life, but you only talk about your parents when you are asked about it and even then you only give short neutral answers. Also they are quite distant and strict towards you. You were utterly confused when you saw first how John behaves towards Rosie. He is a really caring dad and Rosie loves to cuddle a lot. There was something sad in your eyes, also you were constantly afraid to make mistakes in our eyes and make us angry, more than people would normally worry about it. Could also have been a abusive or short tempered boyfriend but you did not lie when you answered Misses Hudsons Questions, saying you never had a boyfriend, also I never found you in physical harm. Your roommate also could not be the reason, you love her dearly. So for a behavior this strong with out a recent trauma, it must be a behavior learned on from a young age, so probably parents. Which fits with you never talking about them. This out of the way, the true question is, why did you not ask us for help? John is quite thankful for your work and made it clear to you he would be happy to help you out if there would ever be the need, still you just lied to us. If you asked me, you stupidly believed it would be wrong to bother us, but if you need help you should take every help you can get especially if someone already told you he would gladly help you.” When Sherlock finished you felt exposed and like an total idiot but on the same time you knew he was right. Also it really surprised you how much he had watched over you. You had always thought he would see you as unimportant and would ignore you, seeing he usually does not really talk to you, or spare you more than a glance. “ I...I am sorry...You are right..I really need a place to stay...and I am going out of options...” “Say John, do you feel like we really need a spare room?” Sherlock then asked to your grate confusion. “You mean...” John started and then understood” of course she can live here. Rosie would love it and I think she would be a joy to have around and Misses Hudson surely is not against it she  really likes (y/n).” “The bill is not even expensive when we share it through two, with three people it would be more than affordable for you. I hope you have nothing against violins. You should already be used to my experiments.” Sherlock finished. So this was how you ended up living with Sherlock, Rosie and John. One weekend John and Rosie went to visit Johns parents leaving you and Sherlock alone in the flat. You were sitting on the table in the main room and working on a exam while Sherlock was playing the violin. You were already exhausted but you felt like you were not doing any good and still needed to do way too much to stop for now even when you still had some days time ahead of you. You never had much self-confidence but this exam and the always shouting professor of the class were getting the worst of you. One day he had picked you out of the mass of students and made you feel like a complete idiot in front of everyone asking you question you never heard or knew the answer of . Before that, you thought you could manage this class but since that day you just found you failing over and over at the exercises and could not find yourself able to follow the lessons. To even worsen your situation, the exam you had to finish was quite important and you were scared to mess it up. Still you had not talked about it. Not even with John who was looking after you like you were a younger sister or a second daughter, neither did you talk to Sherlock even when you got his look that said 'There is clearly something wrong with you talk to us. Sherlock would never say it out loud but he was looking after you just like John. In his own special way Sherlock look after you like you were a little sister to him. That went so far that even Mycroft   started to watch over you. Yet, you never realized that the Holmes brothers especially Sherlock cared about you. You liked both of them very much, but you were too self conscious to think these two genius could care about a simple girl like you. You thought Sherlock took you in, because it would make things easier for John and Rosie and the bill for everyone shorter and that he talked to you because you were simply there, same going for Mycroft. Of course the two brothers noticed, but being them they found it hard to show you how important you have become for them in the last months. You sighed frustrated as you read the same line for the third time “ You know you should go to sleep, you look awfully tired, young lady” Sherlock spoke up. “I..” you yawned “I just have to get a bit further” Sherlock rolled his eyes “ and you believe you will be any good in you current state?” He stated the obvious.  “Just a little bit more....” Sherlock said nothing to it and began to play again. After a few seconds you realized it was a lullaby. That clever bastard, you thought. You could see him smirking when you took a look over your shoulder. He knew that you have fallen asleep to him playing this exact song, he had written a few months ago, many times before. Every time you went into the kitchen to get some water after another nightmare, you had quite many because of bad car accident you had to witness a few weeks ago, Sherlock was still awake not saying a word to you but when you went back into your room you heard him play this song. The first time you thought of it as coincidence the detective has the oddest hours to play, but after a few times you realized that that by no chance could be a coincidence anymore. You began to really love the song. It made you feel save and remembered you that he was there, playing. You were not alone, you were save at his watch. He never spoke about it but you somehow just knew the meaning of his song and always fell asleep to it. This fact was making it really hard for you not to fall asleep and before you noticed your head was on the table and you were dozing off. You felt something warm circling around your waist and arms and your eyelashes fluttered but a gentle voice made you close them again “It's just me, you are okay. Sleep you are save” you knew this tone. He uses it for Rosie and also when he ever has to calm the few people he sees as friends. It is a gently tone, gentle caring and protective and you were more than honored when he first used it for you. It was straight after you had seen that terrible accident. You had somehow found your way to the baker-street. You were a trembling mess. Sherlock and Mycroft were playing a party of chess, while everyone else were out for a walk in the park. “Dear God what happened to you,(y/n)?” Mycroft had asked and you remember that you were confused he remembered your name, when your legs gave up on you and you just fell to the ground crying. That day was the first time Sherlock used that tone on you. It was also the first time the detective hugged you. He even carried you to your bed and pulled the blanked over you. You had never seen someone die before. You cared much for other people so that experience haunted you. You were totally overwhelmed. You faintly remember Mycroft and Sherlock talking to you. Getting an idea what had happened and tried to calm you down. Even when John arrived Sherlock did not leave your side. You apologized a day later at the two for having had to deal with you but Sherlock just said it was a completely normal reaction especially for someone your age and Mycroft agreed. “Sherlock” you mumbled “Please I really still need to work on that exam.” “No you will not and there is no need to it for today. I know for a fact that you have several days left to finish it” he lifted you in his arms and began to carry you to your room. You knew you had by now more than lost against the detective but you were too afraid to go to sleep and kept on trying. But when you started to move his grip just got tighter. He was really stronger than one would expect. “Stop fighting a fight you know you have already lost.” he was still using this soft tone knowing it was calming you. He put you down on your bed and to your great surprise sat at the side of your bed. It was already dark in your room. He had turned out the lights and you could see the stars John brought to the ceiling, saying it might calm you when you wake up from a nightmare. You at first felt like a small child, but then you realized you loved it. Your parents never did such things for you, saying you needed to be an adult even when you were still a kid and quite scared of the dark.   A hand began to stroke your head and you froze before giving in to the feeling. It was a nice feeling. It was just strange for Sherlock to act like this. Still you really liked it. Suddenly you felt like you should talk to him about your exam. Like he wants you to talk about it with him. “Sherlock..?” “Mhm, what is bothering you  (y/n)?” you slightly said up and were surprised that Sherlock put an arm around you to support you, his hand gently rubbing your back in  a soothing manner. “ I...I am scared..I...I feel so dump and like a total idiot...I can not pass that exam  Sherlock...I just won't make it..I am scared...I see it ..I still see all this pictures in the night..” you told him everything about the exam, about the bad experience with your professor and about the nightmares and how they stole your sleep. He just listened and when you finished you realized you were crying and you could not stop. You know it was not a life threatening thing you had to deal with, but it still really scared you and stressed you out. Also you had for too long kept silent about it. Sherlock surprised you by pulling you into a hug. You knew he hates hugs, at least he always states it, but he seemed to know that you needed one and was willing to give you the feeling  safety you needed. “Your okay, ….calm down... your alright. Get some sleep. Tomorrow I help you with your exam, what do you say? Also you will see everything gets easier when you have slept a bit. You can do this, dear. You are more than clever enough to do it. You are just self conscious and stressed. Everything is alright. I think I will have to meet your professor and  have a serious talk with him.  Do not worry about the exam. You got this, you will see and I am here for you. This also goes for the nightmares. You can always come to me, even when I am a sleep, I will do my best to calm you and they will get better with time and you talking about the whole thing, so that your head can comprehend everything that has happened. You can also go to John he often said he would feel better when you would come to us when you had another nightmare instead of crying alone in your bed until you cried so long that you need a glass of water and normally  meet me in the main room.” he helped you lay you down “Sleep now...you are save, I watch over you” just before sleep consumed you you managed to mutter “Thank-you Sherlock” and somehow you knew he was smiling.