get out i need to go to my mind palace

Mind Palace

Sherlock x reader

Note:So this is my first insert, even more, the first thing I wrote in English that wasn’t for school, so yeah, I might sound a bit weird but hey, who cares x) I just wanted to thanks @prettyxlittlexwriter for beta-reading it, like, thank you very very very much, I seriously owe you on that one, otherwise I probably would have never posted it and it would probably be exploding with mistakes, thanks :D If anyone wants some more, I could try, just ask me, I’ll see what I can do :)


“Get out. I need to go to my mind palace.”

And here he was again, kicking everyone out because of his damn mind palace. He even did it in the winter. He once expelled everyone out because they were ‘’too noisy’’. John and Mrs Hudson actually had to come down and ask me to give them asylum for the next hour or so… And I thought of moving into the third floor flat… second thoughts, good thing I stayed in the basement.

“Y/N?” asked John.

Lost in my own thoughts I hadn’t moved an inch. John was leaving the lab with Dr. Stapleton, explaining to her what was actually going on and why she was being kicked out of her own lab that she had so kindly lend us for our investigation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait for him.” I was the only one silent enough to stay when he did this. It wasn’t the first time I saw him doing it, but it still was something fascinating to witness. Standing there, his eyes still opened, blind to the world, seeing things no one else could, even going as far as moving them around his head.

If anyone walked in at this very moment, they would have seen him as a mad man (which he probably was after all…), but his every movement still seemed to have a certain precision and… grace. To me, it always appeared as if he led an orchestra. His head turning left and right, hand shifting invisible things through the air. I was hypnotized by his every moves.

Careful not to distract him, I slowly moved around the table, getting behind him and squinting, trying to figure out what he was thinking about. ‘’Liberty In’’… It had to be related to that phrase, we were just talking about it right before he kicked everyone out.

Playing the game, I started digging though all I could find related to the words Liberty In, making a list in a corner of my head.

Liberty… Freedom to do what you want or to go where you want? Liberty => Freedom? Statue of Liberty? 

In… Expresses the situation of something that is or appear to be enclosed or surrounded by something else? Expresses inclusion or involvement? Inn? Inside? India? Indiana? Indonesia?

What if it was a place? The name of a company, a store, a market or a restaurant maybe? But which country would… Oh!

At this very moment, the answer hit me. Of course it was a place!

“Liberty In-” Sherlock murmured.

“-Indiana. H-O-U-N-D, it’s an abbreviation…” I cried excitedly.
“… for a scientific project!” he finished. I smiled.
“Holmes, you are a bloody genius!”

Note (again): So yeah, that was it,thanks for reading, I hope you liked it ^_^


“Y/N?” You hear someone call out as they continue to knock on your door. You walk up and open it and see a familiar face push past you.

“Sherlock? What are you doing here?” You ask, closing the door behind him.

“I need a place to stay,” he says bluntly. He looks as if he’s deep in thought, but he also looks slightly broken.

“Why? What’s happened?”

“I died,” that’s it. That’s all you get.

“What are you talking about? Obviously, you didn’t die,” you say, pointing out the fact that he’s standing right in front of you.

“No, no, no, no. I faked my death. Yesterday,” he says, going back to his ‘mind palace’ immediately after. Sherlock being Sherlock, you decide not to question it.

“Ok…how long will you be staying, then?” You ask, slightly afraid of what the answer might be.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a week. Maybe a month,” he stops pacing for half a second and looks at you cautiously, “maybe a year,” there’s the answer you were fearing.

“A year?” You say, disbelieve evident in our voice. “Why so long? What about John? Can’t you stay with him?” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before walking towards you.

“Please, Y/N. I know it’s a lot to ask, but you have to trust me. I can’t go back to London, not now. Not after what happened…” He trails off but that’s all he needs to say.

“Alright, Sherlock,” you say, letting out an exasperated breath. If Sherlock was coming to your door with this big of a request, you know it had to be important, “but you have to do your share of chores,” he nods and lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Y/N. I won’t forget this,”