When All The Lights Go Out ~~ Sherlock x Reader

Z E R O

"Name: F/N. Age: 11. Found in a car with her dead mother. Killer: Found. Now tell me Y/N, what did you see?"
"The man, he... he killed my mom. Right in front of me..." A small voice started crying "We were only here visiting from America for her job, I- ummm... I think so anyway. My dad, he is still in America. Me and m-my mom came here together as a vacation..." The small voice started crying even harder.
"You don't have to continue today if you don't want to."
"No, it's fine, just-just painful. He stabbed her 15 times, he-- he forced me to watch. We were locked in. I-I couldn't help her. It was a day. We were in that car for a day. That's all that I know." Even though she had stopped talking, you could tell that there were tears furiously coming out of her eyes.
"Thank you for your time Y/N. We will be sending you on a plane with one of our best officers to escort you back to America. We will pay for all the funds for the funeral, and give you extra because of the death of your hard working mom. Also, before you go. You should know who really saved your mom. Though we did most on the work, the one who really figured it out is a kid about the same age as you. He wants to meet up with you after this interview is over. He is way too clever for this world as an 11 year old, but I should warn you, he's very irritable." There was a clicking noise telling you that the tape had stopped.

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"UGHHHHHHH!!  HOW STUPID CAN I BE!! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!!" Y/N was sitting in her old apartment, she was packing up the last of her stuff. Her dad had just recently passed away and now she had nowhere to go, no parent to turn to. Every night after Y/N came back from that horrid visit to England all those years ago, she would listen to the tape. After her mom died she couldn't take it. She made it her goal to find the little boy who saved her life, it was the one memory she could hold onto from that time, besides the sight of her mom being stabbed over and over while screaming. Y/N had always held onto hope, she hoped that she could find him and thank him for all his work.  The tape made her hold onto that hope.
Y/N decided to listen to it one more time before getting onto the plane. She finished packing and got a cab over to the airport. Flying to London was a pretty long trip, luckily she didn't have a layover. Recently she had found a nice small apartment for a reasonable price. It was spacy and the landlord seemed really nice. 221C Baker Street. Even if England had planted a terrible memory in her mind she wanted to find the boy, though she can't even remember his name. England was a good place to start. 27 years old and just going to visit the world.

~~~~ Time Skip ~~~~

YOUR P.O.V.

That was a long ass fucking flight! Why so long? I checked my watch, 9:00pm. Okay, still early. But I do need to get to my new apartment. I walked out the doors of the airport and was greeted with a great big waft of cold air. Winter is a great season, but it's so cold at night! I quickly ran and grabbed a cab.
"221 C Baker Street please!" The man in the cab looked at me funny. "What is it?"
"221 C? Are you sure you didn't mean B?"
"Yes, I'm sure...."
"You don't know who lives there, do you? You're American. Ha! Good luck!"
As he started driving the cab to my destination I thought about his words. "Why do you wish me good luck? Who lives there?" I asked as the cab stopped at the corner of the street.
"Oh you'll find out!" He helped me get my bags and then drove off laughing. Weird. I knocked on the door to the flat that Mrs. Hudson -the apartment owner- lived in.
"Oh! Hello darling, you must be Y/N! I'm so glad to have someone in this building who doesn't come home with blood all over them.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh nothing! We can talk more in the morning, here are you keys. If you want to visit your new neighbors they live upstairs. They won't be asleep for a while so go up whenever you like!"
"Okay, but tomorrow were gonna talk about what you said earlier!" I walked out of the room and into my apartment. After fumbling with the keys for a bit I managed to get the door open. I decided to meet my neighbors before going out, though it was close to 11:00 now I wanted to go and explore. I have always been a night owl.
I exited my flat and went into the one next to mine. 221B. Hopefully Mrs. Hudson was just making a joke before. I knocked on the door and was greeted with a grunt. I took it as a gesture to come in. I counted the full seventeen steps it takes to walk into the living room of the flat. "Seventeen steps.  It's a bit much don't you think? Oh god... I said that out loud didn't I? WHOOPS! Where are my manners? I'm Y/N, I just moved in next door. Mrs. Hudson said that you would be here so I could meet you!" The man I was looking at was about the same age as me, had brown curls, blue eyes, was tall, and had cheekbones that could kill a man. He sat in a chair opposite me and stared in contemplation.
"Your american..."
"Wow, really? I never knew!" I rolled my eyes sarcastically, but made it obvious that it was a joke.
"JOHN! NEW NEIGHBOR IS HERE! Let me see, you are Y/H (your height) in centimeters, born in (whatever state you're from or want to be from, it doesn't matter), but you moved here after your dad died five months, three weeks, and six days ago. Your mom died when you were nine, no... when you were eleven. You play piano and you sing. But you haven't sang in two years. You only play the piano on holiday. You never have the time otherwise." He looked at me, half expecting me to be surprised. I didn't care if he could read me like a book, I wasn't surprised. He was smart, all it took to do something like that was brains. While I stood there looking bored another man walked into the room.
"My name is John Watson, don't mind him over there. He's kinda a show off. Also before you ask, I'm not gay."
"OH! It's so nice to meat you, I mean what a relief! Not about the you not being gay part, but that there is a person I can talk to who I can ACTUALLY hold a conversation with. I have to go, but I just wanted to let you know that I'll be living here now. Ummm... see you guys later!"
"Oh, I'll see you later then I guess." John looked at me weird but let me go.
"Hmm." I walked out the door, but I couldn't stop thinking about how the guy sitting the the chair looked at you, he seemed almost familiar. Whatever.
I walked out the door in search for a good pub, at 10:30 in the night... very smart of me.

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Alright my doods. So I actually started this a while ago, almost a year or two. So it's an old writing style, and next chapter you can see how much better it'll be. I have some ideas for this so while I think of more for my other fanfic (and while I stop being a depressed little shit) I'll be writing here. Sorry bout' that! Thanks for reading loves!
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