The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 2: Undeduced

"Stop it," Molly was definitely irritated now you could tell it was all true, what Sherlock said, about her new boyfriend. She had barely said anything about. The tension in the room built by the second as Molly stared down Sherlock. You thought Molly actually hit Sherlock when John butted in.

"Thank you Molly I think that's all we need for now." He walked to the door motioning for Sherlock to follow."It's been a pleasure to meet you (y/n)."

"Pleasure to meet you too Dr.Watson, and Mr.Holmes." Sherlock glanced at you once more before he went out the door with John right behind him. Once they cleared the room Molly sat down in the nearest chair looking rather distraught.

"Every time he does that, ugh the man can be so irritating I'm sick of it."

"I'd get sick of it real fast too, but are you really going to break up with your new boyfriend?"

"Yeah-" Molly was suddenly cut off when Sherlock suddenly walked through the door talking rapidly.

"(Y/n), I'd like to meet up with you sometime at my flat we have some things to... Sort out."

"Uh, sort out?"

"Yes, meet me at 221B Baker Street for tea tomorrow afternoon."

"Um, Ya ok," you weren't exactly sure what happened and next thing you know he was gone again.

Molly decided to head home early because she got most of her work done. You tried to ask about the Sherlock thing, and if she was ok with you going. She just waved it off like it was nothing, but you could tell it bothered her but decided not to push it. You decided to go meet with Sherlock tomorrow. Why? You had no idea.

Time skip
You got a can to 221b Baker Street the next day. You still didn't know why you went. Was it because he was attractive? No, of course not, well maybe. You don't know, so you decided not to dwell on it. You reached 221b and knocked on the door. The knocker was crooked so you straightened it.

"Oh, hello dear," a little old women answered the and let you in. She seemed sweet. "You must be here to see Sherlock."

"Yes, I am,"

"Follow me dear," she said and beckoned you up the staircase that to Sherlocks apartment-wait no flat British people say fall not apartment. You still talked like an American forgetting you were in a mother country. The lady opened the door to the apar-flat, and led you inside. The room you walked into was the living space by the looks of it there was a desk, two chairs, and a small sofa. It was bit cluttered with books spread around an papers littering the dest and space around it. What struck you as odd was the smiley face painted on one of the walls with what appeared to be bullet holes surrounding it.

"Sherlock there's a beautiful young women here to see you," the lady called into the flat. You heard something coming from a room down the hall to your left when Sherlock emerged from the room buttering up a purple dress shirt. Wow does purple suit him. No, you can't think like that about him, geez pull yourself together (y/n).

"Ah, (y/n) so glad you came," Sherlock greeted you Ina monotone voice. "Ms.hudson you may go now , thank you." So Ms.hudson must be the lady who let you in.

"I'll be back to clean this mess though," she said gesturing to the mess of a kitchen "but remember I. Not your house keeper."

"Yes, yes goodbye now." Sherlock ushered her out the door and shut it behind her.Sherlock walked to the kitchen and pulled out a kettle and set it on the stove.

"Tea?"

"Yes, please." You were still standing where you were taking in your surrounding as Sherlock started the tea.

"You can sit down," he said and motioned to the couch. You sat down in silence still wondering what you were doing here. Well you might as well ask.

"What exactly am I doing here, Sherlock?" He said nothing but walked over and sat down in one of the chairs watching you the whole time. You sat there for a bit while Sherlock just stared at you, and it was rather awkward for you. "Um, Sherlock?"

"Quiet I'm thinking." Another five minutes passed and you had completely zoned thinking about things like getting a job, how Molly was doing, ect. You were woken from your trance when Sherlock suddenly banged his against the desk which he was standing by you hadn't even noticed he had gotten up.

"WHY CAN'T I DEDUCE YOU," Sherlock yelled startling you. He can't deduce me? I thought he could deduce everyone.

"What do you mean you can't deduce me?"

"I can deduce everyone but you. All I know about you is your name, and that you're American."

"Um, ok? Why can't you though," you already knew the answer of course. Over the years you learned how to hide things, and you'd become very good at it if Sherlock Holmes couldn't deduce you.

"I don't know," he almost whispered, and you could tell how frustrated he was. " I can deduce everyone but you."

"Well," you smirked " I guess I'm the exception.