The Other Watson (The Grace Chronicles Book 1)


“Sherlock,” John called and I turned to see John and his sister coming down the stairs. As I watched them together I could finally see the resemblance. “Can you stand?” He asked his sister, and she nodded, although I could tell that was a lie. “Sherlock will you keep an eye on her, I have to grab some bandages from Mrs. Hudson, I’ll be right back.” He said as he left her standing by the doorway.

“Mr. Holmes,” Grace said as she slowly started towards me. As I watched her struggle to walk my head cocked to the side. There was something about this girl, something that intrigued me.

“Please call me…” I started as she started to fall. Quickly I reached out and caught her. “Sherlock,” I said as she looked into my eyes. We stayed like that for a moment, and I started to feel a strange feeling, a sort of attachment growing towards her. But I quickly deleted those thoughts focusing more on trying to unravel the mystery of how she knew Moriarty.

“Sherlock,” she said clearing her throat as I steadied her again an awkwardness filing the air. “John and you are in trouble.” Slowly I helped her over to the chair my hand brushing against her skin causing a chill to run through me but I quickly drew my hand away.

“What is wrong with you?” I thought to myself. My thoughts swirled around but they always seemed too landed on some feelings I had towards Grace. “You don’t feel anything!” I thought.

“When are we not,” John said coming up the stairs a slight smile on his face. He was carrying multiple gauze and some peroxide.

“I’m serious John,” She said. “It’s Moriarty, he’s crazy and he wants nothing more than to destroy you, Sherlock,” She quickly turned to look at me a softness in her eyes. “And he’s not going to give up easily.”

“How do you know Moriarty? Gracie, what have you been up to?” John asked as he began to bandage her head causing Grace to wince

“John,” she sighed avoiding eye contact. I just kept quiet as I studied her. She wanted John’s approval, as what most younger siblings longed for, but I could see in Grace’s eyes that she never believed she would get it, or she didn’t believe she deserved it.

“Grace Marie Watson!” John yelled and I saw Grace nearly jump out of the chair. It startled me as well, I hardly ever saw John be cross with anyone apart from me.

“For a couple of months, I’ve been following Moriarty, tracking what he’s been up to and everything he does revolves around one person; you.” She said pointing at me. I sighed, John was right, she was like me, she was obsessed with Moriarty. However I could tell that she played some part in his twisted plans, but I couldn’t figure out what. She was much more than just leverage against John or else Moriarty wouldn’t have let her live. If she was just being used as a pressure point, we would have known that Moriarty had her. No he had much bigger plans for Grace.

“Why in the hell would you follow Moriarty Gracie, he’s crazy you’re lucky you weren’t killed!” John screamed.

“Why do you treat me like a child? I’m 22, I can handle myself!” Grace screamed back, she had the same fiery attitude in her voice that John did.

“Clearly you can’t!” John screamed back.

“How did you end up with the bruises?” I asked trying to cool the tension in the room.

“Yesterday, I followed Moriarty to an abandoned warehouse. He must have known that I was following him because as soon as I got close to the building I was jumped. They must have drugged me, because I don’t remember how I got tied up, but I woke up and Moriarty was standing right in front of me, his face inches from mine.” I saw John cringe when she said this. “He smiled and said my name, my full name John, I don’t know how he knew but he did. Then he left, but not before he did this.” Grace lifted up her shirt and I saw the wound, it was unmistakably the letter M. Quickly John placed the bandages on the wound. “As he left,” She continued, “He whispered something to one of the men who was in the room. Then the man came over and just started hitting me repeatedly. He didn’t ask any question or anything, he just hit me. It seemed like he was hitting me for hours before I passed out. When I woke up, I was in another room and written all over the walls was Sherlock, everywhere Sherlock, Sherlock. I was alone for a while before Moriarty came in and he let me go, he took off the handcuffs and just let me walk away. So I left and I came straight here because I had to tell Sherlock and you and warn you and I came to help.” Something about her story bothered me, when she said that she didn’t know how Moriarty knew her name, she was lying. Grace knew Moriarty and vice versa. There was a lot more to the story that she wasn’t telling.

“No, you’re not!” John laughed dragging me out of my thoughts.

“You’re not Dad, so stop telling me what to do!” Grace shouted and I closed my eyes. I knew the subject of their father would be brought up at some point.

“Well maybe Dad would still be here if you weren’t so damn difficult!” John yelled angrily.

“John!” I yelled but it was too late I could see the tears start to well up in Grace’s eyes.

“Fine John, maybe it would have been better if Moriarty had just delivered my head on your doorstep instead of letting me go!” She screamed as she ran upstairs.

“Grace!” John yelled but he didn’t go after her, he just fell back in his chair. “She can be so stubborn sometimes.”

“Go apologize.” I said but as soon as the words left my mouth they felt foreign to me and I had no idea why I said them.

“What?” John asked shocked. “You are telling me to go apologize.”

“I don’t want you to end up like Mycroft and me, so please.” I said softly trying to justify what I had said but I knew that was a lie.

“Sherlock?” He started to ask and I could tell he was seeing through my lie. He had been living with me long enough that he had started to see things the way I did.

“No, just go do it.” I said wanting him out of the room so I could think.

“Alright Sherlock, alright,” he said as he started up the stairs leaving me alone to think.

“You care for this girl! A girl you just met! Your flat mate’s sister!” My mind screamed at me.

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