A simple tune: Sherlock x Fem!reader

Chapter 15 - Memory road

"Road trip??" You see Sherlock hauling your suitcase out of the closet. "Sherlock, you said you wanted to stay here during the break, not go to... wherever you're planning to go to!"

"Cardiff, my darling," he puts both hands on his hip and sighs, looking to you. "We leave in two hours,"

"Two- Two hours?!- And I hope to god you didn't just say Cardiff-"

"Oh, I did," he smiles, tossing his clothes into a suitcase of his own. "I have the entire thing planned out, so you should start packing,"

"Sherlock,"

"Then get ready, I'll put everything in the car,"

"Sherlock,"

"And if we take the-"

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" You yell making him look up to you. "You cannot plan an entire trip on a whim because you're bored,"

"But I already did," his brows knit together, head tilting.

"I mean you can't do it without consulting me at least a week before," you climb onto the bed and grab his face, leaning over his suitcase. "And why are you being persistent?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise... I'm sorry,"

"Hey, hey, don't be sorry," the loose curls comb back with your fingers, lips pressing an affirming kiss on his forehead. "If you want to go so bad, then we can go," you smile at his widening gleam. "But next time-"

"A week before, minimum, got it," he nods. "I love you,"

"I love you more,"

~~~

"Yeah, once I was a boogie singer!" You drum your finger against the dashboard. "Playin' in a Rock 'n' Roll band!" Scenery passes by as you sing along, Sherlock focusing on the road with the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"And who is this?"

"Wild Cherry! God, you have no taste," bopping your head from side to side, Sherlock let his admiration become more visible, tapping his finger against the steering wheel. "There you go, Mozart,"

"You're annoying,"

"But you love me, don't you?" Opening a pack of crisps, you lift one to his lips.

"Yes, I do," it settles between his lips while he overtakes another car giving just enough time for you to snap a photo. He ate it quickly and glances to you, "delete that, Y/n,"

"Come on, you look adorable!" Adjusting the camera, you lift it to your eye and start filming. "Say hi, Sherly,"

"Hello world," he says with an almost fake enthusiasm.

"What are we doing this fine early morning?"

"I planned a road trip and now we are on our way to Cardiff for the holidays," the camera focuses in on his eyes, zooming all the way in before zooming out then to the road in front. "And Y/n is showing me the governments newest torture device,"

"How dare you disrespect Bowie like that," turning the camera to you, "over a year of this nonsense, could you believe it?"

"Nonsense??" He scoffs, "hardly, I just enjoy classical and not... this,"

"Mhm, well, he was tapping his finger along to Wild Cherry, so I doubt it," you whisper to the camera, laughing when he pinches your sides. "A little stubborn, but I put up with it, and love him to bits,"

"You better, because I will never stop loving you,"

"Rare footage of Mr Sociopath being a romantic sap," you lift the hand he had rested on yours to your lips. "And he's been using scented hand cream,"

"Alright enough," he pushes it away making you laugh, doing as told as he rests the hand again, this time on your thigh drumming to the beat.

"A fan of Bowie yet?" Your question was only met with a dismissive hum, but you knew he was warming up.

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"Did you rent an entire house??" Your whisper to Sherlock who pulled up to a lovely cottage like home. "This is gorgeous, but where did you get the money?"

"And how do you know it's not a motel?" He hums, kissing your cheek sweetly after parking the car.

"It's a bit obvious isn't it? No sign, personal items in the shed there, and no spot for parking multiple cars, plus there won't be more than four rooms,"

"You are adorable when you analyze, my love," he kisses your hand before getting out, you following soon. "But no, this isn't a motel, nor did I rent it... so who could it belong to?" Sherlock takes the bags out the back and looks to you.

Turning around, you glance at everything again, and back to him. "Not friends, closer than that- is this Mycroft's holiday home?? Sherlock, I told you to stop stealing things from him when you're mad!"

"I know, but I'll do it anyways..." he walks up to the door with you, "but no, not Mycroft's house alone,"

"Alone-"

"Sherlock!" A lovely old woman and man answer the door before he could knock.

Oh... oh no...

She hugs him tight as your heart drops. "This must be Y/n," her grin was welcoming as was the embrace she gave.

"Hi, Mrs Holmes," there was a panicked look settled on your face as you look to Sherlock hugging his father.

"Alright, you've tormented her enough," Sherlock comes to your rescue, leading you away as you blink a few times, turning it into an annoyed glare.

"You have some explaining to do, Mr Sociopath," you poke his chest in a playful anger but all he did was kiss your forehead. Mr and Mrs Holmes watch with heart warmed smiles, nudging each other. Their youngest boy was finally in love. He was finally happy.

~~~

Opening your eyes—it's been days after the encounter with Mycroft—you stare at the bland ceiling, feeling tears prick at your eyes. On your side, the blanket curled up closer to you, the sound of Sherlock's violin seeping from the living room. John was out getting milk considering there was a severe lack, but those loud steps were not only his.

Lestrade? Again?

~~~

Man... anyways!

- Anna ❤️