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"I think I gave him a nasty shock." James chuckled.
"It'll be even worse when he learns the whole truth." Mycroft sighed.
"In my opinion, it'll be worse for John."
"Most likely." Holmes nodded.
"Yeah. Thanks Mikey." James grinned at the gouvernement official.
"For what?"
"For helping me build the characters of James Finns and the masked woman." He clarified, standing up, "I have matters to take care of. See you." He then made his way out of Holmes's office.
"Until the next time, Y/n." Mycroft mumbled to himself as the door closed behind the man, or rather woman.
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As soon as Sherlock heard the front door open, he called out to the one who just entered, "James, come over!"
"I'll be there in a second." Even though he was shouting, his voice still held the calmness it usually did.
In a few minutes, the emerald eyed man was heard mounting the stairs and was seen coming into the flat's living room, no longer wearing the black dress and the blond wig.
"What is it, Sherlock?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets.
"You no longer call me 'Sherly'?" Holmes raised a brow.
"That was part of the masked lady, a personage that doesn't exist anymore." He explained simply, then grinned, "But if you like it, I could keep calling you that."
The teasing side of James was one which showed way more rarely than his calm side or his mysterious side.
"What was all the acting for?" Sherlock asked, changing the subject.
"Fun." Finns shrugged, taking a seat on the couch.
"Fun?" The detective raised a brow.
"Mine and Mr. Holmes's little prank." James said with a faint smile, "And you fell for it like a novice."
"I did not!" Sherlock huffed, "And don't call my brother Mr. Holmes, it can get confusing."
"What makes you think you have the right to just boss me around?" James tone turned cold in one instant as his stare pierced the detective.
"Oh?" Even though feeling a bit uncomfortable under the latter's gaze, Sherlock couldn't not be surprised as it was the first time seeing his acquaintance act so angry.
Finns let out a soft sigh before closing his eyes and sinking into the couch, "Sorry, I overacted."
"You mean 'overreacted'?" Holmes furrowed a brow.
"No, I mean 'overacted'." The other man said, opening one eye to look at the detective.
"But why would you be acting?"
"Have you ever thought that James Finns doesn't exist?" The emerald eyed male asked him.
"You mean it's like with the masked woman?" Realization shone in Sherlock's eyes.
"Exactly." James opened his other eye and examined the detective's face.
"Then who are you really?"
"Someone who was supposed to be dead for many years now." He smiled.
"So that's how you knew about John's second sister..." Sherlock nodded to himself.
"It's because I am her."
"It's because you are her."
Both spoke at the same time, then looked at each other.
"And I thought James Finns was a genius... Turns out Y/n Watson's the real deal." Holmes mumbled, but she caught it.
"I didn't know you thought so high of me, Sherlock." She grinned at him, "Thanks."
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
"You're arguing again?" John asked with a sigh as he appeared in the doorway.
"Yes." Holmes said.
"No." Y/n, who Watson still knew as James, answered simultaneously.
John furrowed one brow while raising the other. Don't ask me how he did it, ask him.
A long awkward silence settled in the room, interrupted after about a minute by Watson.
"So?"
Y/n decided that it's now or never, "John, I want to tell you something."
"What is it, James?"
"The masked woman was me." She said, surprising Watson because he didn't know that, and surprising Sherlock because he thought she'd say something else; or maybe she just left the biggest news for later?
"Why would you threaten Mycroft?" John asked, very bewildered.
"It was a test, and we wanted to see if Sherlock passed it. He didn't." Y/n said with a barely visible smirk that annoyed the detective very much on her lips.
"Really?" The blogger turned to look at his flatmate.
The latter just grumbled in response.
"Also James Finns is not my real name." She added.
John became even more confused than he already was, "I- What- Wait, seriously?"
"Yep, I'm Y/n Watson." She replied nonchalantly.
"Y/n Wats— What!?" John nearly yelled out in surprise, freezing in his tracks.
"I faked my death because Moriarty was after me after I shot down half of his men." The girl explained with a shrug.
"And you're so calm about it!?"
Sherlock was wondering how did the doctor manage to not blow her away with that.
"John, you really need to chill." Y/n sighed.
"How can I chill after you basically told me that my sister wasn't dead and that she was living in the same flat complex as me for the past year!?"
The girl faked a sad tone, "So you aren't happy to see me?"
"I- Of course I am, Y/n!" John exclaimed, literally jumping on her and engulfing her in a tight hug.
"Glad to know that." She let out a chuckle, loosely wrapping her arms around him.
Sherlock felt something stir up in him as he looked at them hugging. Jealousy.
"So you're just going to ignore me?" He shimmed in.
"Yes." The siblings deadpanned, then looked at each other before bursting into laughter and high-fiving.
Y/n's gaze then settled on the detective for a moment, deducing him, and she raised a brow, "Jealous, are we?"
"No." Sherlock replied in a firm tone, but inside he knew that she was right. He just didn't want to admit it.
"Don't lie to me, Sherly." She said in a singsong voice, once again using the character of the masked woman.
He sighed, knowing that hiding it from her would be pointless, "Fine, I am. There I said it; happy now?"
She shook her head, "Oh, but why would you be jealous? It's just a sibling hug, isn't it?"
She obviously knew the answer, he deduced, but asked nevertheless because she wanted to hear him say it.
He groaned; there was no escape now, "I..." He trailed off, not sure of his feelings himself.
"Come on, don't be shy." She grinned manically.
"Y/n, please stop, you sound like Moriarty." John pleaded, looking worried.
She turned to him and her grin dropped, replaced by a sweet smile, "Sorry, I was just using the masked woman's personality."
"Ilikeyou." Sherlock blurted out the quickest he could, hoping she didn't hear him correctly so he could say something along the lines of 'Not my fault you weren't listening properly'.
Unfortunately for him, she heard him, and quite well at that, "You do?"
He now regretted saying the words in the first place, "Yes." He muttered, looking her deep in the eyes.
"That's great because I like you too!" She replied happily, separating herself from John, making her way over to him and placing a light kiss on his lips.
"Get a room." Her brother said, covering his eyes.
She replied with a giggle.
"Your quick change of personalities is concerning." Sherlock told her as she took a seat of one of the armrests of his armchair.
"Must be the after effects of the whole James Finns scenario." She shrugged with a little smile.
"Yeah, maybe." John nodded.
Even if he was just one of the characters I created, James Finns was a great man nonetheless. Y/n thought to herself, a soft smile gracing her features.
A smile that had both men puzzled.
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