The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 5: Revelations

You arrived, and was greeted by a smiling Molly.

"(Y/n), it's so good to see you," she said while pulling you into a tight hug."It feels like forever since you've been helping out Sherlock." You cut the hug short to get something to drink you were still a bit light headed. "Are you ok?" Moly asked concerned you must look pretty shaken up.

"Yea, I'm fine just a bit tired I suppose."

"Sherlock didn't do anything did he?"

"No, no not at all."

"You don't have to help them if you don't want to you know?"

"I know," you said remembering the other night when Sherlock hugged you. You felt butterfly's flutter around in your stomach.

"Oh, I almost forgot this came for you," said Molly while handing you a white Manila envelope. You took it and saw it sealed with wax imprinted with a an M. Shakily you opened it and pulled out three photos. One was of you getting inside a cab with John and Sherlock behind you. The second was of Sherlock hugging you, and the third was an older photo taken in your old apartment back home. It was of you someone else the other person had their arm around you, but their face was scribbled out. You didn't need a face to know who it was. On the back there was a simple message.

The game is back on, are you ready to dance?

"What is it?"

"Just a letter from someone back home," said quietly, and you got up slowly and made your way to the guest room. " I feel a bit tired I'm gonna go lay down for a bit." Molly said something in response but you didn't hear it. The only thing you could hear was the sound of heart pounding in your ears. You managed to make it to the bed alright even though you stumbled around almost tripping multiple times. You laid down on the bed not even taking off your coat, and curled up into a ball. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't you thought you were finally safe. You felt silent tears fall down your cheeks as lost consciousness.

You woke up the next morning to your phone buzzing. It was a news alert about an explosion caused by a gas leak killing twelve people. You knew it wasn't a gas leak though. You jumped out of bed, and hurriedly changed your clothes. You grabbed your coat and ran out the door. You made to their flat in no time and ran up the stairs to the door. You slowed down before you got there not wanting to seem over anxious. When you stepped through the door you were bombarded with questions mainly from John.

"(Y/n), there you are. Why'd you run off like that yesterday," asked John as he got up from his seat while Sherlock stayed seated.

"I had somewhere I had to be I forgot sorry, what happened though the explosion?"

"Technically I did solve the case," stayed Sherlock agitated as he switched off the tv. "He killed the old lady because she started to describe him. Just once he put himself in the line fire."

"He what," you asked not exactly sure where Sherlock was going with this.

"Normally he stays above it all, and no one has direct contact."

"You mean the murders they were all arranged. Someone comes to him needing a their crime fixed up.

"Exactly," said Sherlock you tried to remain as calm as possible not wanting to give anymore away to Sherlock. You made your way over to the forever dusty coach and sat down.

"He's taking his time on this one," said Sherlock checking the pink phone again.

"Anything on Carl Powers."

"All of his class mates check out."

"Maybe he was older," said John hoping to get somewhere with this investigation.

"They might not have met at school," you said. Sherlock and John turned to you as if they just realized you were there.

"Possibly," said Sherlock unsure of the actual answer.

"Why do you think he's doing this," asked John. "Do you think he wants to be caught?"

"Not at all," you said. "He's to careful, and he killed that old women because she started to describe him. Getting caught is not part of his plan."

"I think he wants to be distracted," said Sherlock. John got up from his seat obviously annoyed.

"Ha, you two would make a great couple," he said as he walked toward the kitchen.

"What does that mean," asked Sherlock.

"There are lives at stake here. Actual human lives!" John shouted. "Does that mean anything to you?Do you care at all?"

"Would caring help them in anyway," asked Sherlock sharply raising his voice slightly. Oh, no this wasn't good.

"No," said John quietly.

"Then I'll continue to not make that mistake."

"And that's easy for you?"

"Yes," Sherlocks words were sharp with no warmth to his voice. "Is that news to you?"

"No," said John while looking away. Sherlock watched him carefully.

"I've disappointed you haven't I," he said trying to keep his voice even but you could hear his own disappointment in his voice.

"Yea, that's a good deduction."

"Don't make people into heroes John, heroes don't exist, and I if they did I wouldn't be one of them." Sherlocks words were harsh, and ice cold, but he was just distancing him self trying not to care for a world that shown him no kindness even the few who have he refuses to admit how he does care for them. John made his way over to the couch, and sat down next to you when the phone beeped. Sherlock began deducing the photo immediately.

"You two take the papers I'll check the web," said Sherlock when he looked over to John. Oh so your angry with me and won't help. (Y/n) the news papers are right there if you wouldn't mind." You picked up one off the stack, and began searching through it. John signed next to you and did the same. When none of you had any luck Sherlock phoned Lestrade. He got of the phone, and jumped up grabbing his coat. "They might have something lets go," Sherlock said, and John was the first one out the door. You grabbed your coat, and noticed Sherlock looking for his scarf. You grabbed it off the table, and handed it to him.

"You care more than you let on," you said.

"What?"

"You do care. Not how others might, but you do, and you most definitely care for John, so stop pushing him away." You told him that because if he keeps pushing then he'll loose John. You walked out the door leaving him standing there a bit shocked.

"I don't need friends," he whispered.

"One of these days John Watson will save your life, and you'll still believe that, but it doesn't mean it's entirely true."
As you walked out Sherlock watched you leave for a moment. He felt something warm inside him, but he ignored it not wanting to believe the possibility that he might just be falling for you.

Hello! So I updated again because I accidentally updated the last chapter before it was finished, so the title makes no sense. So I wrote this, and things are finally getting interesting! I hope you guys like it I will update soon, hopefully! Bye for now.
TS