I want to make a fanfiction series of all the missing moments we didn’t get to see in TFP.
But I want to do it in chronological order. To do that I’ll need to make a complete list first. They’ll be as canon as possible. Right now these are the ones I can think of, but please send me an ask with other ones that I might have missed:
1. John waking up in the well. 2. Sherlock and John immediately after John is pulled out of the well. 3. Sherlock explaining who Victor Trevor was to John. 4. Sherlock meeting with Molly to explain the phone call. 5. Mycroft trapped by himself in the cell in Sherrinford, having to wonder whether Sherlock is dead or alive. 6. Sherlock explaining to John that the little girl on the plane was Eurus. 7. Greg “looking after” Mycroft 8. Sherlock and John’s trip home from Musgrave, the Holmes Estate. 9. Sherlock getting the freaking rest he deserves after this whole mess, but not overlooking the emotional trauma he must have sustained. 10. Sherlock living in John’s flat until 221B is rebuilt. 11. Sherlock’s thoughts while going through the rubble of 221B. 12. Sherlock and John’s conversation after they watch the video of Mary. 13. Who Sherlock texted ‘You know where to find me. -SH’ to and what the result was.
Like I said, tell me what I’m missing or something you’d like to see. I’d like to keep this collection canon-ical, (by canon I mean things that explicitly stated either by show/actors/creators, not subtext) but I might make some stand alone pieces that are more shippy. :)
“Sherlock can I ask why we are investigating this case? It’s not as exciting as the ones you usually go after,” John mutters as he flips through the case file. Sherlock is facing the wall and standing utterly still. “It’s clear cut, the father killed everyone in the family.”
“Yes but the daughter survived,” Sherlock remarks.
“But he thought she had died so there’s nothing special there,” John counters making Sherlock spin around and face him.
“He didn’t, he knew she was still alive. Tell me John what’s the motive for killing everyone except his daughter?” Sherlock demands and John frowns.
“I’m not sure.”
“Exactly! This isn’t just any middle aged man going crazy this is different. I have to solve it.”
Opening your eyes you flinch at the bright lights before examine your surroundings.
You’re in a hospital that’s for sure.
You barely remember what happened.
Your parents were fighting upstairs. Johnny was crying in his crib.
And then gunshots. Before you could react your father was standing in your doorway holding a smoking gun.
And then nothing.
Sitting up slowly you push yourself back against the pillows. Your torso is throbbing. Looking down you see your stomach all wrapped up under the hospital gown. Your father shot you there.
“Miss?” the chipper voice makes you jolt in surprise. It’s a nurse standing in the doorway wearing a sympathetic smile. “I see you’ve awoke. Are you okay? Feeling any pain? Need anything?”
“No just water,” you rasp. The nurse cheerfully pours you a cup from the pitcher beside your bed that you hadn’t noticed. You take long gulps until your throws doesn’t feel so dry.
“Anything else honey?”
“No, which hospital is this? How did I get here? Also what happened? I don’t remember much,” you ramble and the nurse frowns.
“I better let the detectives talk to you,” she murmurs and bustles out before you can say anything else.
Three men quickly replace her. Two you recognize from the papers as Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
“Hello Miss Morten I am Greg Lestrade I w-”
“Doesn’t matter, I’m Sherlock Holmes and I will be solving your case,” the brunette man interjects and sits down next to your bed. John rolls his eyes and Greg only huffs.
“What case? Where is my family? I saw my dad had a gun, did he kill them all?” you question. You fear the answer.
“Yes he did, my condolences. We need to ask you a few questions but they can wait if you don’t feel up to it,” Greg says and you smile graciously.
“Nonsense there is no time to waste. Now (Y/N) Morten tell me about that night,” Sherlock demands and you raise an eyebrow.
“I will only because I want to know why dad killed my family and I know you can figure it out. The night he went crazy mom and dad were arguing upstairs. I think they were fighting about a favor they did for a powerful man awhile ago-”
“What favor? What man?” John asks.
“I didn’t hear much but I did hear that this man has been having them care for something important to him. They were fighting because the man was angry. My mother did something to anger him and my father was worried the man was going to do something to us. Next thing I heard was a gunshot and my mother screaming.”
“Can you tell us what happened when your father came downstairs?” Greg prompts and you nod. For some reason you don’t feel so awful, maybe you’re still in shock.
“I got out of bed to go call the police but my dad was in my doorway. It was dark and for some reason he looked smaller to me. Before I could even scream he shot me. Things get blurry after that but I’m sure I heard him apologize to me. His voice sounded higher though.”
“So maybe your father didn’t do this? Of course! Another person did! I knew the gunshot your father had in his head wasn’t consistent with suicide,” Sherlock exclaims and jumps to his feet.
“I’m sorry he seems excited about the death of your family,” John murmurs to you.
“It’s okay, I’ve read about you two I get it,” you reply. “So Sherlock of my father didn’t kill my family who did?”
“That’s what I’m going to find out,” he vows and then quickly breezes by. John follows after but Greg stays.
“I do need an official statement before I let you rest,” Greg grumbles and pulls out a notebook.
You give him his statement and then the nurse gives you more pain drugs which knock you right out.
Sherlock examined your whole family and found nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn’t track down this powerful man and he couldn’t find what the man asked your parents to do.
“Isn’t odd how (Y/N) looks so different from her family,” John muses absentmindedly. Sherlock’s eyes snap open and stare at John. “I mean they are all fair-haired, plump, large-nosed, short people but she is a dark-haired, thin, button-nosed, tall individual. They look nothing alike.”
Sherlock chuckles and John stares at him weirdly.
“Don’t you get it? The favor her parents were doing! The man asked them to adopt his child to keep her safe. That’s why she doesn’t look like them.”
“How do you know she isn’t biologically theirs? That still leaves the question of why her family was killed.”
“We can get the DNA proved shortly but we need to talk to (Y/N) more about what she heard.”
“You want to know how my parents treated me?” you snort. Sherlock however keeps a very serious expression. “My Mom and dad were kind and sweet.”
“So they were perfect parents?” Sherlock asks.
“Well no, no parents are perfect. They were pretty damn close though.”
“Has anything happened recently that would put their parenting skills to the test?” John rephrases.
“Well two weeks before the-incident my mom and I were in a car accident. She didn’t see someone coming and the side of the car was rammed. My window shattered and I was cut all over but other than that we were both fine.”
“Exactly,” Sherlock murmurs and rushes out. John nods at you before take his leave as well.
You shake your head at the detectives and turn your attention to a card that was left on your table while you slept.
It reads: ‘get well soon.’ At the bottom it’s signed JM.
“Wonder who that is,” you utter to yourself and set he card back.
Imagine Lestrade finding mycroft locked up somewhere after the whole Eurus situation
Mycroft is crying, he’s ‘shaken up’ but as soon as he sees Greg he’s relieved
“Oh, Greg thank goodness you’re here”
He’s shaking & he’s scared but he embraces Greg, grabbing him & pulling him into a hug
“Mycroft, it’s alright, it’s gonna be ok, you’re safe now” Greg says, he’s stricken with sympathy
& Greg looks after him & holds him & takes care of him forever :) :) :)
After Greg’s divorce, Sally made him mixed CDs titled “Sad” and “Fuck ‘em” and told him to listen to them in that order. At first, Greg was apprehensive but after a few listens he got into the first CD and then he got really into the second CD.