Sherlock Imagines

Something There-Sherlock

But then she's never looked at me that way before.

He turned to the living room with two tea cups in his hands. His eyes finally landed on you and he jumped, dropping one of the tea cups. You had seen it coming and you caught the cup before it hit the ground. Only a tiny bit of tea splashed on the ground and you straightened up again.

"Y/n!  You're here!"  He said.

"Yup."  You said popping the 'p.' 

You were avoiding eye contact but you weren't able to avoid it for long. You locked eyes with him and you saw something different. Emotion. Again, his gaze nearly shattered your walls. You wanted to keep your walls up but this man always did something to you. You could never place it with an emotion though.

"Should we get to the case?"  He asked.

"Yeah."  You said and turned to go into the living room.

Sherlock's gaze never left you as you walked out of the kitchen. Just like you, he was trying to keep his walls up. But right then you'd caught him off guard and his walls were down. You had just seen the true Sherlock Holmes and you didn't even know.
Throughout the time that you were at Sherlock's flat, the two of your barely said a word. You were either looking at the wall of pictures or glancing at Sherlock. But every time you looked over, he was looking at you. You would both just stare at each other and then look away. Walls fell and rebuilt quickly even though neither of you said a word. Until Sherlock finally broke the silence.

"This case is impossible!"  He said.

"If you believe it's impossible then it will be.  Look, I think I have an idea of where the murderer might be hiding."  You said motioning for him to come over to the picture covered wall.

"Where?"  Sherlock asked stopping behind the coffee table.

You put your one foot on the coffee table and grabbed Sherlock's hand. The touch made your stomach jump around. You pulled him around the table and onto the couch next to you. Sherlock wasn't paying attention to where you were pointing but was staring down at your intertwined fingers. You didn't notice until you looked at him and followed his gaze. You felt your cheeks heat up and pulled your hand away. But Sherlock didn't let you. He tightened his grip on your hand forcing you to keep your hands together. You looked at his face and there it went. It was like someone was tearing down a building as your walls crumbled to pieces before the consulting detective.

New, and a bit alarming,

Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

True, that he's no Prince Charming,

But there's something in him that I simply didn't see.

It was at that moment you knew what all these feelings you were having around Sherlock were. Love. As much as you hated to admit that, you were indeed in love with Sherlock Holmes. Time seemed as though it was in slow motion. You both leaned in and closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips met and you slipped your hands over his shoulders and to the back of his neck. You didn't know why you did it.  It just felt right. Sherlock's hands made their way around your waist and you were suddenly interrupted by a squeal in the doorway.

Well, who'd have thought?

Well, bless my soul,

Well, who'd have known?

Well, who indeed?

And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?

It's so peculiar,

wait and see,

we'll wait and see a few days more

There may be something there that wasn't there before,

Well perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before

There may be something there that wasn't there before

You and Sherlock pulled away from each other and looked to where you'd heard the noise. There stood the landlady, Mrs. Hudson, and Sherlock's friend, John Watson. Your cheeks heated up as you knew that neither of them would keep it a secret.

"I knew they were going to get together!"  Mrs. Hudson exclaimed.

You sighed and looked at Sherlock smiling. You heard the door downstairs open and footsteps pounded up the stairs. Greg then appeared and was panting. You looked at John who was smiling innocently.

"How long were you standing there?"  You asked.

"How long were you kissing?"  He questioned.

"Like for five seconds!"  You nearly shouted.

"Yeah I was here when you started pulling Sherlock to the couch. That was when I texted Greg and Mrs. Hudson joined me not long after."  John explained.

"Wait, they're...together?"  Greg asked to which John nodded.  "Who would've guessed?"  Greg laughed.

"I did!"  Mrs. Hudson said.

You rolled your eyes and looked up at Sherlock who looked ready to burst into laughter.

"They're never going to let this go."  You informed him.

He shrugged and you started laughing. Sherlock let loose and joined you. You both collapsed onto the couch laughing for no reason at all.

"I guess that they each found something new."  John said smiling at the two of you.

"What's that?"  Greg wondered.

"Love."  John answered.

Greg nodded, "Yeah. I suppose there is something there that was never there before." 

They all then made their way out leaving you and Sherlock alone.

A/n:  Hope you enjoyed this Beauty and the Beast songfic!  I know I enjoyed writing it!  If any of you have anymore requests go ahead and comment it or send me a message!  Thanks guys!