I've been running all my life. Away from the horrid memories of the sacrifices my mother made to protect me, and to protect my name from this evil world we live in...
But everything's changed...
I've recently found out my mother was murdered by a psychopath; choosing the wrong pill in a game of chance that would give away her secret. That gave away my name.
That cost her her life...
I heard a man named Sherlock Holmes had solved my mother's case along with others who had fallen of the same fate. I must find him so I can warn him: for he does not know what he has gotten himself into...


9. All Is Revealed

John looks over my shoulder at the picture in my hands.

"Wait...I've seen her face before..." John comments, but Sherlock swipes the picture from my grasp before John can recognize my mother. He examines the picture carefully, and in less than a second he realizes who I truly am.

"You're Jennifer Wilson's dead daughter..." Sherlock finally says after a moment of silence.

"Wait...isn't that...oh..." John now realizes the situation. "Oh my god, Ruby..."

"Rachel." Sherlock corrects him. "Her name is Rachel Annabel Wilson."

"Wait...she's her..." Sherlock nods before John can finish his sentence. "But, you told us she was dead..." John looks at me with a very confused expression on his face. "Rachel..."

Tears form in my eyes as I finally confess the truth: how my mother wanted to keep my birth a secret from her real husband, since I was born due to an "unprotected affair". She then got me a place in North England away from her real husband and my real father, who I still don't know to this day. How all my life I've been running, and I just wanted to settle down and stop after my mother died. However, apparently I can't go anywhere in the world without causing chaos and despair.

I decide to not tell them about Mycroft. He could've planted a mic or something sneaky like that, knowing his sly persona...

I am blubbering by the time I finish, and I collapse to the floor.

"I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry-y-y..." I attempt to say through my never-ending tears. "I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-so v-very-y s-sorry-y-y." I hear footsteps running up the stairs, but I can hardly see a thing through my tears.

"Hey Rachel!" I listen as a familiar voice calls out. "You left your phone and I-" Even through my blurry vision, I can still tell who is in the doorway.

It's PJ.

"Oh my GOD!!!" Panic takes over PJ as I feel his warm arms wrap around me. I see him look up at Sherlock and John. "What the hell happen?! Did YOU do this to her?" He inquired as he pointed to Sherlock in accusation.

"No, he didn't cause her any harm, and we were wondering the same thing..." John says with a questioning tone. "Hold on, aren't you that bloke that kissed Rachel?"

Sherlock's face shows a puzzled expression, but he doesn't react otherwise.

"R-Really, J-J-John...Y-You have to b-b-bring it up n-now?" I try to crack a smile, but I am unsuccessful due to my tears.

"I'll get some tissues..." Sherlock says as he leaves to go downstairs. John and PJ are kind enough to help me out of the flat and into my own. They lay me on the couch and John hands PJ the picture that crashed through the window and fills him in on what happened. He also fills him in on how we know each other.

"Maybe we should keep watch?" PJ suggests after being brought up to date. "So that if she's attacked again, she would have at least a fighting chance."

"Are you really that determined to sleep with me, PJ?" I joke. Me and PJ laugh. John, however, is not amused. 

"It's actually not that bad of a plan, John." We all jump at the sound of the Sherlock, who had appeared in the doorway with a box of tissues in hand. He hands the box to me with which I dab my face and eyes while we have a debate over the keeping-watch idea.

PJ: "We could take shifts, carry at least a knife incase of intruders-"

Sherlock: "I would rather suggest guns to knives. Or swords; much more interesting-"


Me: "You need to get some girlfriends; all of you…"

After about an hour or two of talking, tea, tissues, and not to mention yelling, we all finally agreed to assign one person at a time to check on me with a knife on hand, but we would check on each other every hour or two to make sure nothing was wrong (John placed this rule to warn PJ not to mess around with me). Then finally after a coin-flip tournament, and to John's disliking, PJ was first on guard duty. It would start first thing tomorrow…I just hope it'll work out...

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