BBC: Sherlock x Reader

Time and Then some |Part One|

Later, Sherlock was sitting in the silence of his flat, gazing into the fire. He was just thinking, like he does for most of his days, thinking about what he could possibly do for the rest of his long miserable life. And suddenly, Mycroft's words come to mind.

Find someone.

It's useless isn't it? He is eternal, and she is but a moment. There is nothing to be gained there. Sherlock rubs his face with his hands out of frustration, glaring up at the ceiling. He gets up from the leather chair, walking to the window, watching down at streets below. The skies were filled with dark clouds, looks like it's going to rai–

"Bugger off would you!" a voice pulls Sherlock's eyes from the sky, the girl from the bar. She was walking quickly, constantly looking back at the two male figures following her. "Oh come on, Love. We just wanna have a little chat with ya," It's none of his business, for all he knows, they might actually be friends of hers. But that not being very likely, since their body language speaks of their intent, Sherlock slowly makes his way out his flat.

When he got outside, she was just across the street, looking more than irritated. "I said bugger off." she repeats, and Sherlock watches when she pushes one of the guys who got too close. When said guy grabs her wrist, Sherlock calmly crosses the street over to them.

He stops behind the two men, narrowing his eyes at them, "Is there a problem here?" he asks, both men turns, the taller of the two still holding the girl's wrist. "No, mind ya own business." he says before turning back to the girl. Sherlock puts a hand on guy's shoulder, squeezing tightly. Watching as he immediately lets go of the girl's wrist, "I believe the girl wants you to leave her alone. Now fuck off before I break you,"

He pulls the man back, his grip on his shoulder tightening enough to break bone. "Woah man, we were just trying to talk to her alright?" The shorter one says, raising both his hands in defense. Sherlock loosens his grip enough for the tall one to shrug out of it, he who turns swiftly, raises his fist and decks Sherlock right to the jaw.

Sherlock stares blankly at him, completely unfazed by his action, he punches back, getting a strange satisfaction from the sickening sound of his nose breaking.

"And if you or your friend here decide to lay a hand on her ever again, I'll break more than just your nose." He says lowly, "Now go before I change my mind."

The two men give him dirty looks before running in the other direction. Sherlock watching them until they were out of sight before turning to face the girl who was now rubbing her sore wrist, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you," she replies, smiling slightly.

"How far away from here do you live?"

"Oh, a few blocks, it's not far," she lets her hands drop to her sides. And Sherlock weighs his options, he could go back inside and leave her be now and let her walk home alone. But then she might get into trouble again, since she clearly is a walking attraction. As soon as Sherlock was about to offer to walk with her, the clouds finally decide to open up.

The rain was falling heavily, soaking through their clothes. There's nothing good about winter rain, it's freezing, though the cold doesn't bother Sherlock that much anymore, he was human once and he know just how it'll affect her. Especially a girl of her size. And she isn't even wearing a coat, just a thick sweater and jeans.

Now he can't leave her to walk in this rain, "This rain isn't going to let up now, you can come up if you like," he offers and the girl nods mutely, both of them crossing the street to get into the warmth of 221B.

"So, what's your name?" Sherlock asks once he lets her inside. She stood awkwardly next to the couch, her arms wrapped around herself. "Y/n,"
Sherlock then leaves her briefly to get her a towel, and put water on for tea.

Grabbing one of the spare towels he had, he couldn't help but wonder why he was doing this in the first place. This girl is of no importance to him, and he isn't any importance to her, he's sure. He takes the towel out to her, before going back to make the tea. "Were they friends of yours?"

Sherlock asks, once he was done with making the tea, she sat on the couch now, drying the water from her h/c hair. "No, just some jackasses from the bar. Thanks again, anyway,"

"It's no problem,"

She sighs, her eyes looking out the window, "It's really pouring isn't," she mutters, "Oh Yeah... what's your name?"

"William Holmes," it's not a lie, not a whole one anyway, but he'd rather it this way.

"Hmm, you don't look like a William...but it suits you, I suppose." Y/n smiles, resting the towel on her lap to take a sip of the tea. Sherlock blinks, studying her for a moment, watching the way she got lost in her own world, looking around his flat.

"Would you like something to eat?" Sherlock asks, breaking the silence, watching as she shrugged. "Urm, sure. But, you don't have to, I'll just eat when I get home,"

"No, it's alright. This rain will take forever to stop," He says, getting up to retrieve his phone from the mantle, calling the nearest pizza place. It might be a bit, because of the rain, but it'll get there none the less.

When it did get there, no less than thirty minutes later, Sherlock allowed the girl to eat. Occupying himself with watching the rain, as it finally slowed to a light drizzle. A few moments after, Sherlock walked her out his flat and out to Baker street.

"I could walk you home, Y/n," Sherlock offers as they stood on the street, but she shakes her head and declines. "No, that's alright. You've already done enough," she smiles, "I'll be alright,"

Sherlock nods, leaving it there, "Okay then, good night, Y/n,"

"Good night, William. And, thanks again,"