A simple tune: Sherlock x Fem!reader

Chapter 5 - Don't worry

Hardly tranquility. The supposed peaceful ride was overcome with tension and brooding. John being the sole bearer of two resentments from his best friend. Sherlock would have been against it regardless, but considering it was you, of all people, his little tantrum was just the beginning.

"So, Y/n," ice broke, John's voice a pic-axe against the glass like quiet. "Do you play in the club every night?"

"Only when booked," you answer simply, deciding to elaborate eventually, "we only have a few bookings every two months, but get paid a lot,"

"Why? Your band is good so shouldn't there be more bookings?"

"If a toy company releases a toy over and over again then it isn't limited edition anymore is it?" You counter. "Usually we play when we get a new song out,"

"Are you working on one right now?" Curiosity was halted when the cab parked in front of 221B. John and you held bags while Sherlock stalked into the building. Once up the stairs, Mrs Hudson, the landlady was bringing up tea and biscuits.

"Dearie, what have these boys brought you into?" Her airy voice was a calming solution to the rising stress beneath your facade. "Shame on you both, bringing such a lovely woman into your mess,"

"Well, Y/n already knew Sherlock, so-"

"Thank you, John, quite an unnecessary bit of information," you place down the saucer, ignoring the land lady's growing grin. "It was nothing,"

"It was something," John corrects which makes the old woman gleam.

"Oh, Sherlock, why didn't you tell me? I like her much more than... oh, what was her name?"

"Irene," John coughs which Mrs Hudson clicks her fingers at in remembrance. "Don't worry, Irene is out the country,"

"Do shut up, John," Sherlock stabs another letter into the pile as your smirk hid things your really not willing to take into account.

"No, no, do go on, who is Irene?"

"Irene Adler, The Woman," Watson marvels slyly. "Dominatrix and quite the handful for the government,"

Your single snicker made Sherlock's deadly glare shoot your way from the reflection in the mirror. "Well, why am I not surprised," you hum, "I don't meant to pry any more than I have but where exactly will I stay?"

"The free room, dear," Mrs Hudson rubs your shoulders comfortingly, helping you up and and leading you down the hall. There were three doors at the end, one being a bathroom which was across your apparent room and the other right at the end being Sherlock's.

"Right," you purse your lips before pushing open the door.

"Don't even worry about rent or anything," she repeats John's words. "Just settle as much as you wish, and stay as long as you want,"

"I won't be here long, once I find a new flat I'll be out your hair," the bags were tossed on the bed while she draws back the curtains. "Thank you, Mrs Hudson,"

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"Oh, my God, Baby, baby don't you see? I got everything you need," Rose, one of the band members sang out, playing with keys on their keyboard while Sebastian, the drummer, figured out a beat.

"O-only a genius could love a woman like me~" You sing out, playing with your guitar while Anna fiddles with the bass, Thomas strumming his guitar as well. "He's a genius!"

It had been a week and it was starting to come together. Sherlock and John were busy fixing up the case involving the Neon Paints and often heard the music flow out from time to time but this was now a full song. John listened to the words more obviously than Sherlock did.

Slowing down the beat suddenly, Thomas nods for you to go on, eyes flickering to your note book, "oh, my God, you're the lock and I'm the key. I got everything you need. Well, only a genius could love a woman like me!"

Rose and Tom harmonized while you sung your heart out, a hum ending it all making you smile. Anna and Rose cheer, high-fiving each other from their apartment, Tom laughing in success, letting his dog Bobby jump into his arms.

"How was that Bobby?"

"I think he loves it," Tom ruffles his head and lets him hurry to the window where you knew the neighbor's cat was passing by just like every other day.

"I got a date with Seb," Rose checks winks at Seb as he quickly says bye. "I'll see you idiots later," with a salute, they left Anna alone on call, dashing to their room.

Taking the laptop with you, your empty plate was brought to the kitchen for a refill on some snacks. Tom and Anna being the only two to bother you.

"Heard the club got you," Anna leans back in her chair. "What are you doing now?"

"Staying at someone's place," placing it on the counter free of science equipment, the two men were watching from the living room.

"You could have stayed with Rose and I," Anna reminds.

"Or my place,"

"Mhm," you roll your eyes. "I'd rather not hear what you and Anna get up to... and what Seb and Rose get up to," leaning against the counter while waiting for the kettle to brew, you could feel their eyes flickering onto you. "At least here no one is getting laid!" You snap your gaze to both men who look away.

"Wait, is that Sherlock Holmes and John Watson?" Anna raises both brows. "Oh, this is drama beyond anything the telly could provide,"

"Who?" Tom inquires, but before you could stop her voice, she was quick to explain.

"Y/n's ex," she snickers making your face heat up in embarrassment. "Hi! I'm Anna Watson, I'm the band's bassist, I don't think we're related, and this is Tom, the band's drummer and my idiot of a boyfriend,"

"Ha ha," Tom mocks while you gag in disgust at their affection over the call.

"That's enough, I'll send you the finished audio by tonight,"

"If you aren't too busy~" Anna teases along with Tom until you shut the laptop. Dropping your head against the counter until the kettle had finished boiling.

"Don't disturb me," you hurry to your room, an escape looking like sweet relief, but John seems to be the only one listening. Sherlock was deep in thought about the case until he took his Violin up.

"Sherlock, she said don't disturb-"

"My flat comes with the condition I play when I need, Y/n will deal with it," the notes started to play and John could tell this was out of spite. A running theme in the Holmes' family was pettiness and Sherlock was a prime example.

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Extra one because I finished my last exam of the week 😩💅

- Anna ❤️