He was in love with his work, everyone can agree with that. You wished it wasn't true with all your heart but it was. You had been working with Sherlock and John for some time now, as Greg assigned you to be their quote on quote "baby sitter" so they wouldn't get into too much trouble. For the first few days it was great. Sherlock would point things out about your day and you would tell him he was right, your feelings completely platonic towards the tall consulting Detective. All good things come to a end tho. Moriarty kidnapped and nearly killed you and that is when you relisted you have fallen in love with Sherlock. Everything went down hill. You couldn't stop thinking about him and you hated it as well as loved it because he never left your head.
Sherlock knew fine and well how you felt about him and he never cared, you didn't expect him to care. Compared to him you feel stupid and quite frankly unworthy. You knew there would be no chance and nothing was going to change that. You would tell him all he needed to know for a case and you listened to orders he gave you like "Shut Up!""Get me my cigarettes""Be my stupid person and tell me what you see in this case". It wasn't much of a conversation but it would do. It would have to do.
One day you woke up to a message on your phone and it was Sherlock telling you to get to Baker Street asap. You got showered, changed and headed out right away as you were worried for Sherlock's health as Sherlock never texted you. He never texted you, he would text John to text you and he said "Having Y/N's phone number is completely unnecessary as you have it John, thus cancelling my need for it and freeing space on my phone for more relevant information." The words stabbed your heart as he didn't want to even have any trace of you on his phone. I guess being in love was just the most heart breaking thing to happen to a person...aseptically if the person you loved knew and didn't care...and was Sherlock. I am sorry. That is all you could say to your heart for hurting it.
You arrive at 221b only to be told that you had to hand your phone over to Sherlock as he didn't want his number to be traced, you complied with a large sigh.
"Is this the only thing you need me for?"
"Yes. Problem?"
"No not at all..."
'Yes' you thought.
"where's John?"
"Out."
You just wanted to get back home and wallow in self pity till 3 then binge watch and eat till you pass out with exultation....like usual. HE ruined the routine of the rare off days you have. You were very mad at him, you wanted to slap him for so meany things like:-
Breaking your heart
Hurting your pride
Hurting your confidence of your intelligence
Treating you like a dog
The list could go on but that was the main things and something just snapped and you slapped him hard. Your hand print was visible across Sherlock's cheek and you said in the calmest voice you could muster.
"Sherlock, you treat me no better than Anderson, like a dog and you have destroyed all confidence I had in anything i liked about myself...YOU broke my heart and called me stupid for loving you! And now you have the audacity to make me come all the way over here to just send a text....A FUCKEN TEXT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!!"
Sherlock for once in his life was without words, he never thought you would snap. His deduction of you was wrong.
