Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Nice to meet you

"Would you stop acting so...sad?" He groaned, placing his violin on the table and crouching down to where I was.

"Could you just let me be?" I asked.

"No." He said.

"Why not?" I asked again.

"Because you remind me so much of..." He said quietly.

"Who?" I asked, staring into his eyes with hope.

"I can't seem to remember much of her...all I know is that I really loved her and it weakened me. Sentiment is, after all, a chemical defect found on the losing side. I can't afford distractions like that." He said, before standing up and walking away.

"Oh." I said.

There was a large amount of silence as he brewed some tea.

He came back minutes later and sat beside me, handing me a cup of tea.

"What was her name?" I asked.

"I told you all I could remember about her." He said sternly.

"Oh...okay." I nodded, taking a small sip of my tea.

I gave up hope after that.

But I wasn't sad anymore, which was good.

Something else filled in for my endless amount of sadness...

Anger.

A feeling of betrayal as well.

It felt horrible, but it was at least easy to hide. I could now keep a straight emotionless face.

"Done with the questions?" He asked.

"Yea." I said.

"Good. Now it's my turn." He said, placing his cup down and getting in his praying position whilst staring at me intently.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You've heard of what I do, correct?" He asked.

"Consulting detective...yea." I said.

"Well, I need some help." He said.

"With what?" I asked.

"John usually comes with me on but he's absent." He said, with a smile.

"No." I declined.

"What? Why?" His smile immediately turning into a frown.

"I'm not interested in...what you do." I said.
"Oh come on. I'm sure it will get your mind off of whatever it is that's bothering you." He said.

"I doubt it..." I sighed.

"Come on...it'll be fun." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder and smiling.

"Why are you being so nice?" I asked.

"Because I'm trying to get you to go with me, obviously." He said, with a sigh.

"Well, you've won. It's boring in here." I said, standing up with him.

"Great...yea." He said, whilst staring at me with much intrigue.

"Something the matter?" I asked.

"You...change mood so quickly...it's quite intriguing." He said.

"What do you mean?" I inquired again.

"Well, you were crying a few minutes ago...and now your all...bored." He said with a smirk.

"Oh...yea, that. I don't know...it just sort of happens you know?" I said.

"Mm.." He put on his coat.

I think it's a side effect of medicine they have been giving me at the hospital...

"So...where are we going?" I asked.

"Bart's Hospital. I need to examine some bodies." He said.

"Okay..." I nodded, awkwardly.

"Come on." He said, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the flat.

His hand...I love the feeling of his fingers, so firm and protective over my own...no.

I need to stop...

He doesn't remember me.

It'll never be the same.

He got a cab and pulled me in with him.

I sat down next to him, there was silence as we both stared out separate windows.

It had already been a minute, when I had just realized his hand was still holding into mine.

I tried to pull it away, but he only held on tighter.

"L-Let go." I said, coldly.

"Your shaking. I'm only trying to calm you. This may be the only time I do this kind of thing for people, so just let it be." He said, without looking at me.

"Thank you." I said quietly.

I bit my bottom lip roughly, trying to fight back tears.

"Just do it. I won't judge." He sighed.

"D-Do what?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"You know what I'm talking about." He said.

I kept quiet and expelled my tears away. I was not about to cry again.

I'm done.

I've moved on.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, turning my head to face him.

He turned his head to face me as well, scanning my features.

"You...made them go away again." He said, squinting his eyes.

"Made what go away?" I asked.

"Your tears." He said.

"Yea." I said.

He stared at me for a while in silence.
I always loved getting lost in his eyes, so it was fine with me I he wanted to stare into my own.

Seconds felt like minutes, as we stared.
He stroked my cheek gently with his other hand that wasn't holding mine as I shut my eyes and sighed into his comforting touch.

"Your skin is quite soft." He said quietly causing me to smile.

He stopped and put his hand down when I smiled.

My smile faded, and I turned my head back to stare at the window, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

He put his hand on my chin gently and turned my face to face his own.

"Your smile..." He said.

"What about it?" I asked.

"It's nice." He said.

I nodded quietly.

"Can you tell me your name?" He asked.

"No." I answered quickly.

"Why...?" He asked, confused.

I kept quiet, because I was at a loss for an excuse.

"What are you hiding?" He asked, leaning in, closer to my face with squinted eyes.

"Y/N." I said.

"Y/N? Is that your name?" He asked.

"Yes." I said, with an unusual lump in my throat.

"Hm...I'm Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes." He said.

"Nice to meet you...Sherlock." I said, with feeling the lump in my throat get more uncomfortable.