The Game is on - BBC Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Chapter 3 - Confrontations

Backing away from the fridge you continued the prolonging scream. A head. There was a head in the fridge. What. The. Hell?! It's eyes were glazed with a creamy gradient and it's skin was definitely some shade of purple, the worst part (other than it was in the fridge!) was that a small trail of jellied blood seeped from the once white plate which it rested on. The sound of shuffling footsteps could be heard from behind causing you to turn abruptly, still screaming. There he was, leaning against the sliding door frame with a smile. He was smiling. You gradually finished the scream as you ran out of oxygen, but your eyes still remained wide and shocked as before "Sherlock Holmes. Why the f*ck. Is there... a h-head in your FRIDGE?!" You squealed the last few words as if a mother would to her child who had found and destroyed her only good make-up set. He remained as before, smiling smugly and leaning. 

"Answer ME!" The frustration grew as you spared a glance behind you looking at the severed head still in it's original place on the middle shelf.

Sherlock huffed rolling his infinitive eyes with annoyance before growling out "It was a mere experiment, you stupid woman. I was verifying how extreme conditions would effect the decomposition of a sectioned cranium of a human. Okay?" Muttering what you assumed were profanities under his breath the detective stomped towards the door before slamming it shut, turning with a scowl and folded arms. "Now thanks to you with your greediness and non-neighbourly behaviour, I have to restart the whole experiment." You watched jaw agape as the fully grown man seemed to delve into a full tantrum, exactly like that of a child. 

"You've got to be kidding me." The detective tilted his head in confusion before returning his scowl pacing a few steps away from the fridge. "I come in here and find a severed head, in the fridge. And all you can say is that it is some sort of messed up 'experiment'. What the hell Sherlock?!. This isn't normal, in fact far from it, where did you even get the flipin head from anyways!" There was a pause.

"First of all (y/n). I never said that it was a 'messed up' experiment, I clearly stated what the experiment was and what it was about. Secondly you shouldn't of been nosing about anyways as you clearly do not know me or John well enough to do so. Thirdly, I am not what you consider 'normal' as I am clearly more superior compared to yourself but I am positive even you are aware of this. And finally, I have contacts with someone through the morgue who donates certain body parts when they are available. Are you quite satisfied?" He sucked a shallow breath after the monologue infuriating you more.

"Actually no. I'm not. I know the both of you way more than you think, I am not less superior than your egotistical self and I am certainly not stupid!" Sherlock waved his forearms out as if to gesture the words 'enlighten me'. "Lets start with John shall we? He's been living with you for a while now probably about a year or so, the flat was originally yours until you found him. John had been serving in the army before he gained an injury to his shoulder which released him from his duties. He returned to London in a state of Post Dramatic Stress Disorder... but it seemed to fade away with your presence." Clearing your throat you continued "Now let's move onto the great detective himself. Sherlock Holmes, a man married to his work but still catches the eye of everyone else. You have terrible mood swings which vary depending whether you have a case or not. You have a smoking habit which John has been aiding to suppress and also some signs of drug use, other than your overpowering ego you are quite intelligent but this can be a negative effect when bored so you again either result to drug abuse, playing the violin or lounging with your back turned on that very sofa." You copied Sherlock's sharp intake of breath after his small monologue from earlier and noted that you had closed the small gap between the pair of you while ranting.

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Sherlock POV

The quietude of the kitchen was mind numbing, it seemed that even the fridge had ceased it's persistent hums, I watched (y/n) with slight awe in her deduction skills. Even she seemed shocked that she'd managed to observe so much in so very little time. Maybe I was wrong about this one. Moving my towering stance from a leaning position I quite literally looked down to her, examining all of the features she possessed, her observant (e/c) irises, her silk (h/c) hair, her intelligent lips. 'Intelligent lips? Are you going mad?' It was true intelligent lips was an odd description but every time (y/n) opened her mouth only intelligent questions or answers were spoken. Yes, there were times where she would rant on about silly things when flustered. But throughout these past couple of days I had the realization of my liking towards her, a liking that seemed to be somehow different to Johns. I felt myself frown at the silly statement before a snide voice echoed inside my head 'Sentiment can be crafty Mr Holmes..'

"Argh...get out." My lip sneered as I snapped to myself, (y/n) reacted with an offended twitch before padding past me. I recomposed myself grabbing her wrist in time before looking her deeply into the eyes "Not you." She rose the insides of her brows showing her ever deeper confusion to my sudden outburst causing me to smile once again.

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You stood like a deer in headlights blinking every few seconds at Sherlock, who firmly held you within his grasp. It didn't feel as if it was an aggressive action but one of attention perhaps? He mumbled an apology before sulking off into the living room. This confused you even more. First he is all happy and sarcastic, then he loses it and turns hostile and then he mopes off like a child who has been slapped. No wonder he and John were arguing, he's so bloody unpredictable. You soundlessly followed to where Sherlock now lay sprawled on the sofa with his spindly legs overhanging the arms, his eyes up towards the ceiling, you had to admit it did amuse you to see him in such a manner, especially when dressed in a neat shirt and trousers. You placed yourself next to the sofa kneeling on the wooden floor looking up to his pale self before speaking in a soft tone. 

"Listen Sherlock, I-im sorry that I reacted so dramatically over the uhm-" You nodded your head towards the kitchen assuming he could see you in the corner of his eye "But, I am not used to such things to go on. I live a boring life, with boring situations and boring outcomes. To be honest it's annoying but everywhere I go boredom follows... what I'm trying to say is that I don't really meet such elaborate and exciting people such as yourself on a daily basis. I guess I wasn't prepared for someone like you, Sherlock" Pausing to see if there was a reaction you sighed to yourself before rolling off your shins to walk out.

"...(y/n)" You stopped turning to Sherlock who now eyed you with an emotionless gaze "Yes?" 

"Thank you.. I never really get 'compliments', not ones that are genuine enough to value.." Watching him was like looking after a child, his face so full of forlorn emotion yet, truly it was as if he had no emotion what so ever at times. Sherlock Holmes was indeed a strange man as figured, but amazing in so many other ways. It was so hard to hold a grudge against him, especially when he pouted like that. He caused you to giggle lightly before shaking your head "What am I going to do with you Mr. Holmes?"

This earned you a cheeky smirk as he practically bounded from the sofa towards your side and linked an arm "Don't leave" You shook your head laughing quietly "I only live downstairs, Sherlock" He flashed a cute grin before responding once again "Well then, stay up here for a few days. At least until John comes back. I do get terribly bored alone." His bottom lip pulled into a pout and his brow rose, (classic puppy dog face) amusing you deeply. 

"..Okay, fine. Fine. Just as long as I don't find anymore heads in the fridge, I like to eat non-contaminated food you know?" He led you away from the door before snickering

"I'm not promising anything"

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Evening everyone, I think I enjoyed writing this too much ;) but am happy I managed to put more in this chapter *throws confetti* I would again like to say a thank you to all those reading and voting this work and hopefully you are enjoying it so far.

Laterz x