The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 6: The Truth of the Past

"Not at all."

"Then why would you say that I know you can be a rude pain in the arse, but was that necessary," that one was definitely John.

"She's a bit reckless she needs to be more careful." That was Sherlock for sure.

"Or do you want her to be more careful. There's a difference."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll figure it out. Well I'm headed to the train station call me when (y/n) wakes up." With that you drifted off again.

When you woke up this time everything was quiet. You sat up slowly, and looked around. Not a soul was to be seen. You got up shakily to your feet. You were more steady than you were yesterday, thankfully. You made it to the kitchen table, and saw a note.

Dear (y/n) ,
I've gone to the train station should be back later in the afternoon. Mrs.hudson can give you something if your head starts to hurt, and she also has food.
-John Watson

Went to the police station. Be back later.
~SH
You walked over to one of the many book shelves, and began looking through the books. They wouldn't be back for a while so why not read. John wouldn't approve, but he doesn't have to know. You finally settled on a book of Norse myths. You were fascinated by the stories, but soon fell back asleep.

When you woke up a third time late afternoon light was shining through the curtains. Groggily you sat up rubbing your eyes.

"Morning, or should I say afternoon," you looked over, and saw Sherlock sitting in his chair with his coat wrapped around him. He stared intently at the tv as if he could turn it on with his mind if he tried hard enough.

"What time is it?" You had to have been asleep for hours.

"Mmm sevenish."

"Seven! how long have you been here?"

"John, and I got back around five."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"John said it wasn't good for your concussion, and neither is reading," he said glancing down at the book in your lap. You blushed out of embarrassment of being caught.

"Your awake," John said as he entered the room.

"Ya, has anything new come from the killer?"

"Does it look like it," John said motioning to Sherlock who wasn't paying attention to the two of you. John proceeded to fill you in on the events of that day. How they found out who had the missile codes, and got them back. Eventually John turned on the tv for Sherlock, and started to write something for his blog. You were able to convince him to let you read for a bit while Sherlock shouted at the tv.

"Still nothing from the killer," John asked Sherlock.

"No," he replied without turning around eyes fixed on the tv.

"Maybe he's done."

"He's not there were five pips we've only had four."

"I'm gonna make some tea anyone want some," you asked. Over the past week you had become familiar with there flat, and since you had a concussion John wanted you to stay to make sure you were ok. You walked over to the cupboard where the cups were kept when John spoke again, "Do you think it's him, Moriarty." You stopped dead in your tracks. You felt the color drain from your face. Your worst was just confirmed. You stood there frozen with shock.

"(Y/n) are you ok?" Sherlock asked from the living room.

"I-I..." You couldn't speak as a wave of dizziness washed over you. You rested your hand on the table for balance, but it wasn't enough. You felt yourself falling backwards, and you heard someone call your name, but you couldn't make it out. Before you could hit the floor you felt someone catch you. You could see the fuzzy outline of Sherlock pick you up before you blacked out.