‘Sherlock’ if it followed Pilot Sherlock and Pilot John:
They have their first kiss after the late night Chinese
They sleep together within the first week (Both knew what was between them was special, so they didn’t want to jump right into bed. But they waited as long as they could)
John still starts his blog, and Sherlock is protrayed only slightly more romantic than it is in the original show.
Sherlock introduces John as his ‘friend’, but John corrects him by saying ‘boyfriend’
Sarah still flirts with John, but John nicely works in that he has a boyfriend
John and Sherlock attend the circus together
The black lotus kidnaps a random stranger as insentive for ‘Sherlock Holmes’ (really John) to give them the pin.
They go home after saving the day, to have energetic sex
John goes up to the spare room instead of going to Sarah’s after Sherlock shoots the wall
John immediately runs down the stairs after the explosion to make sure Sherlock’s alright.
John still acts jealous of Moriarty’s, but Sherlock assures him that he’s being ridiculous to think Sherlock would want anyone but him.
Sherlock knows immediately that John’s not Moriarty, but instead semi-panics at the sight of John in a bomb vest.
John makes joke that it’s not really the right time for Sherlock to be ripping his clothes off in a darkened swimming pool as “anyone could walk in.” Sherlock tells him that they’ll just have to save that for when they get home.
Pretty much the same, only Sherlock looks at Irene like she’s an idiot to think he has eye for anyone but John.
It also ends almost as soon as the phone arrives at Christmas because John says “Maybe she’s a little like me and my pin, try S-H-E-R.”
When Irene’s captured, Sherlock tells John they should probably save her since it would be a shame to lose such a worthy adversary.
John tells him to be careful.
They obviously share a bed, and there’s nothing to it.
John answers the question as to whether or not his one is a snorer.
John thinks Sherlock’s being ridiculous when he suggests John try to wine and dine Dr. Mortimer
They make up that night instead of the next morning, but Sherlock still calls him a conductor of light.
Upon leaving Kitty Riley's flat, Sherlock tells John not to believe anything he sees in the next 24 hours, no matter how real it looks. And tells him to give him a week.
One week post fall, John gets a summoned by Mycroft, and Sherlock is waiting to tell him everything
Both understand it would be too obvious if both disappear/die, so John reluctantly agrees to let Sherlock go on his own. But John remains an active participant on the other side, acting as Sherlock’s handler while playing the part of the grieving boyfriend.
Every few months, they meet up at a safe house in a secure location.
John takes a job at a new surgery, where one of the nurses tries almost non-stop to get his attention and move on from his “dead” boyfriend. It doesn’t work.
John goes to pull Sherlock from Siberia, but doesn’t wait as long as Mycroft did, so Sherlock was only held for one day.
John still goes into the bonfire, but Sherlock gets the skip code, and still saves him.
It’s John and Sherlock’s wedding.
They still get the Mayfly Man case since Sherlock insists that he and John serve as each other’s best man, regardless of the fact that they’re marrying each other.
They still save Sholto, and John and Sholto get closure from their “almost relationship.”
Only have to deal with Lady Smallwood’s problem
They figure out some other way of taking down CAM without committing treason or killing him
Sherlock and John fight an assassin thinking they’re going to find the pearl only to find a flash drive with some random letters on them.
The assassin escapes, Mycroft informs them the letters had to do with an elite mercenary team, and it’s none of their concern
A nurse from John’s old surgery disappears, but they don’t know or care
They treat Mrs. Hudson to dinner.
Smith eventually slips up, and John and Sherlock catch his scent and take him down.
Never happens. Sherlock’s only ever had one sibling, and that’s Mycroft.
Feel free to add your own thoughts/headcanons/ideas!
This is what I’ve been doing with my unemployed life lately (besides baking things).
I turned one of the closets (there were 2) in my room into a Sherlock-styled mini library!
This closet wasn’t used for anything except holding my brother’s camping gear from when he was in Boy Scouts (about 15 plus years ago) and stupid junky things I happened to throw in instead of throwing the the garbage when I was younger (I found some homework from fifth grade…yikes!).
I’m proud of it! I never want to stencil paint again, but it was worth it.
The wall art next to the smiley face is in place of the skull painting in Sherlock’s flat…mine is a “melting” raven and it’s signed by the artist (I got it at Philly comic-con 2014 and the guy was super cool). Above the chair, at the top, is a Game of Thrones poster featuring Ned Stark, below that to the right is a Walking Dead comic signed by the cover artist (from Philly comic-con 2013…and he was super cool, too), to the left of that is a signed picture of Norman Reedus and Sean Patrick Flannery as the Boondock Saints (from Philly comic-con 2012…I didn’t get them to sign it; I bought it from a vendor who had them sign it), then at the bottom is some art I made…the Doctor Who quote of “You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books!” etc., and to the left is Captain America’s shield and Thor’s hammer nightlights (I’m slowly collecting all of them)..
Requested by anon:
could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-) Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…
Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.
Word count: 2,807
A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.
never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week –
or at least not one Sherlock cared about.
fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours
throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his
girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every
(Y/N) was tiding
it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.
you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.
“I know, I
just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.
She shook her head.
just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.
“I knew I
wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.
You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast
with your instrument.”
didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.
She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes
and dusted the furniture.
couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his
finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of
change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following
She was resplendent
yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”
looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”
you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we
all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.
followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without
even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing
and stood still, following her every move.
getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.
He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”
“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With
each second that passes.”
sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the
bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.
stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting
and reading a newspaper.
something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend
but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.
knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed
the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it
would be impossible for him not to react.
read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.
“I like to
re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.
a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes,
“But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”
girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.
friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.
you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood
fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently
for her to get out.
Why there HAS to be a 4th episode or A quick reminder of everything that is fucky
I know that
lately it has become difficult to keep believing in the existence of a fourth
episode, one the fandom has decided to call the Lost Special. So this post has
nothing but the goal to lay down the hard facts that prove not only the
existence of that episode but also the necessity of it.
This is a collection of reasons why we believe in a Lost Special, all at the same place. No Arg, no
speculations, no hard meta, just the irrefutable evidence we’ve gathered that
shows how something is terribly wrong at the moment within the show itself. If
someone starts doubting, this is supposed to remind them why we’re still in the
your belt, we’re going deep inside the show. It’s going to be long, and frankly not
everything will make sense but that’s the point: nothing make sense otherwise.
A/N: This took me forever to finish! For the love of god, I struggled with this hours and days! So, this will be two parted, and apologizes for not posting fanfics for awhile, I’ve been busy with other things (also tried to figure out how to continue the heartless, there will be a new chapter of it soon enough, hopefully) also this was supposed to be out at Friday, but I couldn’t get myself to finish this since this basically a dialogue done by shouting and fighting. But anyway, hope this is good in some sort of weird way.
You had been in a relationship with Sherlock for over four months now and not to get you wrong, you did love the high functioning sociopath even if it got rough. For example he barely told you he cared for you more than as a friend. It had taken him all his might to tell you that just that once when you started dating and you were as surprised as anyone would’ve been in that situation. To hear Sherlock Holmes, the detective incapable of understanding sentiment or compassion, say he loved you was enough to make you faint, but you didn’t. First you thought it had to be a trick, to test an experiment and one specific kind had slithered in your mind. He was probably testing how you felt about him, even having his own suspicions of you having feelings for him. Maybe he was waiting for your pupils to dilate, testing your pulse? Then he did something that nearly gave you a heart attack. He had kissed you. From there on you two had started dating, but it took some time from him to convince you he really liked you and it wasn’t for a case or a test.
It had been just once he had said he loved you, from that on everything had gone down hill. You knew he wasn’t into opening his heart, which you had become aware of that second he had opened it to you, but you couldn’t but wonder had he come to his senses of you and realized he had only fancied you for short amount of time and the feelings had died by now. At bad days he seemed he barely even acknowledged you were in the same room. He was snarky with his comments, nearly making eye contact and ignoring you at times. It wasn’t anything John hadn’t ever experienced with Sherlock but you couldn’t stop thinking that you would be even slightly privileged to be treated in better way than that.
Sherlock had been buried with work, now on his list at the top was a new case that hadn’t made any progress and it frustrated him. He was tense and easy to piss off. You were the same, but for other reasons. His acts had reflected on you, his now nasty personality and way of ignoring you made it impossible for you to stand him.
The two of you had just come back to Baker Street from a crime scene and you were fuming of rage. Once again you had been pushed aside and treated like you knew nothing. Even Lestrade, just like Sherlock always said, was capable of sensing the situation. Even the police inspector was able to make out Sherlock was doing a lousy job as a boyfriend. You couldn’t forget the wide eyes and the blank, puzzled stare he gave to you two when Sherlock pushed you, no, he literally pushed you more than once aside and kept telling you to keep quiet as your suggestions and deductions would just embarrass him, you and everyone around.
You stomped up the stairs to the flat, Sherlock following after you. You stayed close to the door leading back downstairs while Sherlock went to sink in his chair. He released a long heavy sigh and closed his eyes in disappointment. He muttered how useless the visit had been and how it had only cost his precious time on the case in hand. The crime scene you two just witnessed had, as he said, obviously nothing in common.
”Did you really have to do that?” You questioned after waiting enough, listening to Sherlock muttering and complaining about the case. Your hands were crossed over your chest and your right foot was tapping the floor in an impatient way. To this Sherlock answered with lowered brows and watched you in confusion. You huffed and looked away. ”Embarrass me in front of the whole Scotland Yard?” You corrected. Sherlock only rolled his eyes and went to correct you. ”There was nearly even half of the Scotland Yard present.” Sherlock shifted in his seat. ”I wouldn’t worry about them. They barely know anything so you being incorrect now and then wouldn’t make them any better than you.”
You could hang onto that statement, he had almost praised you just now and it was the best you had got from him for since he had been burdened with this particular case, but then again you didn’t need to settle for this. This wasn’t enough to wipe all the bad comments he’d made in the past though you weren’t even sure was there anything he could do, a one single act that would calm you.
”To you that was the entire Scotland Yard.” You pushed persistently. He had said it himself countless of times. The people in Scotland Yard that had ever worked with him were the only people that counted if you asked for his opinion.
”Well, yes, but obviously it wasn’t exactly the whole Scotland Yard.” Sherlock placed his fingers under his chin, resembling his mind palace position but he kept his eyes open and on you. He eyed you suspiciously, trying to deduce what you were going through in your head, but judging by his expression he had no idea what made you so pissed. ”Is something bothering you?”
To that you let out a sarcastic laugh. Had he really only got that out of you? He really was as magnificent and astonishing as John always said. Sarcastically saying of course. But this time he surprised you by how dumb he was.
”Are you really that blind?” You finally snapped. You humorously watched as Sherlock gave away how offended he was by your statement but without skipping a beat you continued. ”You embarrassed me in front of Scotland Yard! And that’s not all! You’ve treated me worse and worse the further we get down on this case. Hell, you even treat Anderson better than me!” And it was true. He had even praised Anderson today for stating something so obvious and simple that even a blind person would’ve seen it.
”I was being sarcastic.” Sherlock muttered seriously and looked down on the floor, clearly drifting away from the conversation and to his mind palace.
”Well, it wasn’t clear!” You yelled and threw your hands in the air. ”Everybody thought you really meant it. And don’t dare shut me off now!” You took three long steps and put your hands on either side of Sherlock’s armrests on his chair, your face inches away from his. ”Don’t treat me like this!”
”Treat you like what?” Sherlock shot up from his seat, you taking a fast step backwards to make more room between the two of you. He stared back at you coldly. His blue eyes were like frozen and he looked intimidating. Sherlock tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he questioned you.
”I told you already! You ignore me! Like I don’t exist at all! You always pretend like I’m not there. You put your work first and I feel like I don’t even exist on the list of your priorities! You also have pushed me around, literally, and you won’t let me even speak when we’re out!”
”Stating the obvious shouldn’t be reworded! You want me to let you embarrassed yourself? By pointing out what everyone is able to witness with their own eyes?”
”Oh, so now I’m embarrassing myself? Thank you for saving me, Sherlock, for keeping me quiet when I could’ve said something dumb!” The room was silent for a second, until you took a deep breath. ”Look, you keep me around but make it feel like I am the one clinging on you and following you like a lost puppy, and when I try to advance you, you only shoot me down. You won’t show me I matter!”
”I have told you how I feel about you, do you really need me to do it several times a day? Because you know I won’t be up to it. I am not a man who keeps showering you with all the pleasantries and praises-!”
”I know that and it’s not what I asked!” You snapped back. You were wondering was Mrs. Hudson listening to you two shouting. If she was she was probably worried. Worried what you’d do if this would go further on and how you would end up like. Mrs. Hudson knew what Sherlock was capable of when he was bored or even drugged, but when angered? And with you against him? You couldn’t answer to that either.
”Then what is it? I can’t quit my job and forget all the cases just because of you. Just because of love.” He pronounced the last word with disgust, as if the whole word was ridiculous to even be said.
”I’m not telling you to quit, I’m suggesting you to leave it be when you clearly can’t work it out, not now at least. You’ve run out of clues and there is nothing you can do to make the problem solved. You have to wait!”
”I can’t just wait until another one gets killed!” Sherlock spit out and glared down at you.
”Well, there’s nothing else you can do.” You told him matter of factly. ”Just talking about the case makes you a mess, Sherlock. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, and how you treat people around you is horrible. Even if you have a problematic case in hand it doesn’t give you the privilege to act like a moron!”
”Oh so I am the one acting like a moron?” Sherlock looked down on you. ”You have done nothing to help me on this case, the reason I keep you around is only because I thought there would be use of you, but guess I was wrong with you. And here you are, waiting for me to sugar coat you with flatter and sweet talk. Like it wasn’t enough I told you once how I care about you.” He had struggled enough by telling you he loved you once, and what were the looks of it he wasn’t going to do it ever again and actually it made you want nothing more than him to never say anything to you.
”I knew what I was getting myself into when I started this relationship with you. I know it’s hard for you to say how you feel, but I’m not asking you to tell me that. It’s just that you never show it! You never sit next to me, you never walk close to me, and you barely talk to me! If you could just treat me like a human being!” You didn’t let Sherlock answer, you paced around nervously, but not scared. You were infuriated. ”I really thought I wouldn’t be the only one to do things I don’t usually like to do. Like waking up at 3am in the morning to visit a crime scene, or running around London after a maniac without eating for a whole day! I still never complaint! But where I draw the line is when I am treated worse than even the people you can’t stand!”
”Enough with Anderson already!” Sherlock sighed and spin around.
”I’m not talking about Anderson! I am saying you don’t treat me like your girlfriend and even Lestrade saw what was going on today!” You felt bad at thinking about it again, your stomach dropped at the thought of it. ”The way you act towards me isn’t normal, Sherlock!”
”So I’m supposed to be all around you when we’re on a case? Oh, wake up, (Y/n)! I do not show emotions or am I even capable of feel certain of emotions. Love and sentiment do not get me anywhere and there for I keep them out of my life!” You flinched. That was it. You had enough.
”Then let me help you.” You said and went to get your bag.
”What are you doing?” Sherlock asked sounding bored and fed up by your attitude, his brows furrowed.
”Like you said, you rid yourself of certain feelings. There for I’m leaving. Sorry I ever bothered to step into your life.” You said and turned. ”Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes.” And with that you left. You went down the stairs in a hurry and rage, stomping loudly. You heard Mrs. Hudson come out of her flat, now standing next to the front door, looking at you worriedly.
”Are you two having a little domestic?” She asked with a sad and nervous tone.
”Could say so.” You answered coldly and opened the door.
”When are you coming back, dear?”
”I’m not.” You deadpanned. You had stopped at the entrance and were looking at Mrs. Hudson with a serious expression.
Mrs. Hudson gazed up the stairs to the living room. ”I’m sure what ever he said he doesn’t mean it.” She assured you, but you knew better and you also had made up your mind.
”I’m sure he did.” You told, then closing the door and left Baker Street.
Mrs. Hudson was left alone to wonder what had happened. She let her eyes wonder towards the stairs again, whispering sadly to herself, ”What have you done now, Sherlock?”
The screen is black. A woman’s voice cuts through. It’s Molly’s voice.
“Forward? Or Backward?”
A blinding white light floods the darkness. A pulsating heartbeat.
“Backward,” sighs Sherlock.
White noise stings as scenes are replayed backward. Sherlock and John running backward. John’s fist recoiling from Sherlock in the morgue. The christening, backward. The birth, backward. The plane glides into the air, tail first. Magnussen’s limp body jolts into standing position, Sherlock puts the gun back in John’s pocket. The flashdrive jumps from the fire, into John’s hand. The gun drops, the coin falls back into Mary’s fingers. Sherlock raises from Magnussen’s floor, the blood-stained shirt turns freshly white. Mary stands across from Sherlock, gun drawn.
Requested by @sexy-bookworm-fangirl:
Being Sherlock’s twin sister (basically the kinder and more sassy version of him), and Moriarty falls hard for Reader. Like, his breath is quick, he can’t think, and he stutters around Reader. Reader falls for him, and Sherlock, John, Mycroft, and Lestrade (your boss/bestest friend in the world) get protective of Reader
Pairing: Jim Moriarty x reader
Word count: 1,968
Warnings: First time writing Moriarty (it is indeed a warning).
A/N: Ugh, don’t be so rough on me, I’ve never written him before…
family, a family of six strange individuals with very unique characteristics
each. The father, who could be considered the most normal one and a true
romantic; the mother, who was a math genius before becoming the mother of four
little freaks: Mycroft, Eurus, Sherlock and (Y/N).
a brain just like his mother, and at his adult age he was the British
government on his own. Eurus was the psychopath one, presumably dead by then.
Sherlock was a scientist, a philosopher even, and the world’s only consultant
detective while his twin sister, (Y/N), worked as forensic investigation along
with Greg Lestrade.
couldn’t be prouder of his twin sister, because “someone needed to show the
British police how to do it properly”. Meanwhile, Mycroft was a little reluctant
about her choice of career because it was quite dangerous. But the Holmes Twins
loved danger and were too stubborn to change their minds once they got an idea
inside their heads.
known that once they got together, there was not a single case that could be
left unsolved – except for the unsolved ones, but they refused fervently to
talk about those – and so they got involved in all kinds of trouble together.
She was the
only one Sherlock actually gave credit too. Mostly because they were basically
the same and denying her cleverness would be equal to denying his own
cleverness, but also because she was his best friend, companion, partner in
crime, and every other brotherly-term one can come up with.
“What’s the very worst thing you can do to your very best friends? Tell them your darkest secret ” - Toby Jones
Secret : A piece of information that is only known by one person or a few people and should not be told to others
“This isn’t torture. It’s vivisection.” Sherlock to Eurus.
Vivisection : The act or practice of cutting into or otherwise injuring living animals for the purpose of scientific research.
The love Sherlock have for Molly was hisdeepest and darkest secret. Nobody could know that and even Sherlock himself could not aknowledge his feelings for Molly. But Eurus set up cameras everywhere in Molly’s flat.
Aaah, Molly Hooper… we thought Moriarty slipped up and made a mistake, maybe he did, maybe not, but after the chit-chat he had with her it was enough for Eurus to set up cameras before The Fall and observing Sherlock using Molly’s flat as a bolt-hole like a scientific with her microscope.
Eurus is far from being dumb. She saw how Sherlock was with Molly, the one person who mattered the most, and had a conclusion to her scientific experiment.
What next? She forced her brother to tell the truth to Molly Hooper because she’s in “danger”. She forced him to tell in front of everyone a secret he kept for himself because of a danger Eurus had created and for Sherlock it was vivisection.
Molly knew the second I love you was real because as always Molly Hooper is the one who can saw through Sherlock’s bullshit.
At the end of the episode, you can see Molly with a big smile and walking towards Sherlock’s spot.
Why I made this post : Because all the bullshit I saw regarding the sherlollians, Molly Hooper and the I love you scene.
Conclusion of this post :
- Molly is the one who count, the one who mattered the most, the one who saw through Sherlock. The One.
- The I love you was real and not faked.
- At the end of the day Molly looks clearly happy and don’t hates Sherlock.
- We, sherlollians, don’t need to be patronizing by the worshipers of the Acronym regarding the ily and Molly Hooper. And the ily wasn’t for John.
AN: I thought this up and it’s pretty short but I don’t know
Summary: Sherlock is drugged up and alone. You find him and take him home.
Word count: 1, 047
Warnings: Strong language, drugged up Sherlock, not much really
“Where’s the girl?!” Sherlock asks as he bolts up right in his bed. Bill had been sat in Sherlock’s room in fear that Sherlock might choke on his own vomit during the night, and at the request of Mrs Hudson.
“What girl?” Bill asks,
“The girl! The girl who brought me home last night!” Sherlock swings his legs over the side of the bed and holds his throbbing head in his hands. He needs another fix.
“Oh, that girl. She left a few hours ago.” Bill tells Sherlock. Sherlock gets up and moves over to the window, searching the street.
“I need to talk to her…” Sherlock mutters, Bill cocks his eyebrows at the detective.
“Somebody in love?” Bill teases however Sherlock takes no notice. He was too busy trying to remember the night before.
You run into the living room, rushing around hurriedly and grabbing your things.
“What’s the rush, Y/N?” John asks from his place on the couch.
“I’m going to be late,” you reply simply, racing to the kitchen to grab your purse, which you had left on the table yesterday night.
“For what?” Sherlock drawls, lounging lazily on his chair in his robe.
“My date,” you blurt out, not even thinking about the repercussions of your words.
There is a stunned silence in the flat for a few moments, both of them staring at you in shock, but you don’t notice because you’re flying about, trying to get everything together in time.
“Hold on, what?” John asks, standing up. “A date?”
“With who exactly?” Sherlock demands, leaping up and walking over to you in three long strides. He grips your arms tightly, forcing you to stop and look at him.
“Er, Alex,” you answer distractedly. “He’s an old friend from uni.”
“Are you sure he’s alright?” Sherlock presses. “He won’t hurt you?”
You roll your eyes. “He’s an old friend,” you repeat. “It’ll be fine.”
“Positive?” Sherlock continues, his eyes searching yours.
You smile at his protectiveness. “I can handle myself, Sherly. Anyways, I gotta go. I’ll see you guys later, yeah? Don’t wait up!”
“Fat chance,” Sherlock grumbles as you race out the door.
He turns to see John still staring at the space where you had occupied just two seconds ago, with a look of shock on his face. “What?”
“She’s going on a date, John,” Sherlock says slowly. “I’m sure you know what that is; after all, you’ve gone on plenty yourself.”
Sherlock sighs, rolling his eyes, and collapses back on his chair. After a few long, drawn out moments, John slowly sits back down on the couch, muttering to himself about “stupid” and “hurt her” and “kill him”.
Sherlock shakes his head slightly, privately agreeing with his friend’s sentiments.
“You’ll be running back to me soon enough,” Alex predicts as you glare at him, the two of you standing in front of 221B after a disastrous date. Although you had been perfectly civil, Alex had done nothing but drop dirty jokes and sexual innuendos all throughout your conversation, until you had finally told him you had had enough and demanded to end the date early.
“Don’t hold your breath,” you snap. “Oh wait, actually, do hold your breath. You’ll be dead for an infinity number of years before I talk to you again.”
“Wouldn’t bet on it,” Alex comments, and you feel your hand itch, wanting to smack that smug look off his face.
“Oh, yes I would,” you hiss, before turning to go back into 221B.
Suddenly he grabs your arm and spins you, pulling you back to him and pinning you against his car. He leans closer, his warm breath making you shiver in disgust.
“Come on, darling,” he whispers. “Let me show you what you’re missing.”
You freeze, eyes widening as your brain flashes back to when you had seen Moriarty, how he had murmured that name of supposed affection exactly the same way. The way he had threatened everyone you loved…
In an instinctive reaction, you bring your knee up into Alex’s groin, causing him to release you and double over in pain. Immediately you punch him in the face, hearing a satisfying crunch as you did so, then follow up with a kick that snaps his head back.
You know a blow like that would cause the brain to slam into the front of the skull, so you aren’t surprised when he drops like a sack of potatoes, unconscious, his head hitting the ground with a harsh cracking sound.
You turn and run into your flat, hearing the door slam behind you as you run up the stairs. You burst into the room where Sherlock and John are both sitting, and they jump up immediately.
“Y/N? What is it?” John asks, both he and Sherlock moving forward to stand in front of you.
“The bloody idiot downstairs happened,” you hiss, shoving past them to collapse on the couch.
“What did he do?” Sherlock demands, narrowing his eyes.
“Tried to get me in bed,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. “Then pretty much tried to assault me. He’s unconscious outside right now… and might have a concussion. Not sure, and don’t really care.”
You rest your head on the couch and close your eyes. “Anyways, I’m exhausted,” you continue. “You mind if I crash here for the night? I don’t feel like going upstairs.”
“No problem,” John says casually. While your eyes are closed, Sherlock and John exchange a glance, then with unspoken agreement both head for the door. You can hear both him and Sherlock moving around, but you’re not sure what they’re doing, so you open your eyes, only to see them leaving the room.
“Hey, where are you going?” you ask, straightening.
The two of them stop and look back at you, and in perfect synchronization they both say, “Out.”
You furrow your brow in confusion, but nod slowly anyways. “Er, okay, I’ll wait up for you then?”
“If you want,” Sherlock mutters distractedly.
You close your eyes again and slump back on the couch.
When John and Sherlock exit the flat, Alex is just sitting up, groaning and rubbing his head.
“Stupid chav,” he mutters, unaware that two of her best friends in the world are standing right behind him.
In a flash Sherlock grabs him by the shirt and hauls him up, slamming him against the car parked behind him, which Sherlock knew was Alex’s.
“Don’t call her that,” John barks angrily. “She’s a thousand times better than you’ll ever be.”
“Who the hell are you?” Alex asks, trying to sound tough. The effect is slightly ruined, however, by the quivering tone to his voice.
“I’m John Watson,” John introduces, giving him a cold smirk that promises bad things ahead. “And this is Sherlock Holmes. You might’ve heard of us.”
Alex’s eyes widen. “Y- you’re friends with Y/N?” he stutters, even more frightened now.
Sherlock plasters on a sickly sweet smile. “Flatmates, partners, best friends, associates. Take your pick.”
Now seriously terrified, Alex gulps, his mouth dry. “I- I didn’t know, she di- didn’t tell m-”
“Which is all the better, because now we know what you’re really like,” John interrupts. “And no one treats Y/N like that without getting hell from us.”
Alex opens his mouth, but Sherlock stops his next few words by rewarding him with a hard punch on the jaw, releasing him while he did so. Alex stumbles, clutching his face.
“Dude, you two are crazy-” he begins to say, but John quickly proceeds to shut him up with another punch.
A couple minutes later, Alex lies on the sidewalk, bruised and battered, while John and Sherlock stand beside him, looking down at him in disgust.
“Weak,” John spits, his old military self making an appearance as he glares at the man - no, boy - that had been so rude to you.
“He didn’t even attempt to fight,” Sherlock notes distastefully.
“Or flee,” a voice says from behind them. Both Sherlock and John turn around in surprise, seeing you standing by the door, leaning on it and regarding them casually.
“Y/N, h- how long have you been standing there?” John stammers nervously.
“Long enough,” you answer, managing to keep a complete straight face despite how much you want to hug them for being so protective of you.
“How much have you seen?” Sherlock questions, scrutinizing you carefully.
Your calm expression breaks into a smirk. “Pretty much everything,” you laugh, bounding towards them and giving both of them a hug in turn. John returns it happily, while Sherlock just stands there stiffly until you release him.
“You’re not mad?” John asks after you pull away.
Your returning grin answers all his questions, but you say the words anyways. “Of course not. I can never stay mad at my boys, especially after all they’ve done for me.”
Laughing, you turn and return to the flat, pausing at the door for a second. You turn your head and smile at them. “Don’t stay out too late.”
Then the door closes and you’re out of sight.
Sherlock looks over at John. “We are not ‘her boys’,” he argues defensively.
John smirks at him. “Yes we are,” he chuckles. “Oh, yes we are.”