When All The Lights Go Out ~~ Sherlock x Reader

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I quickly ran into my new home to grab a slightly warmer jacket, which was hard because I had so many to choose from! After I had finally decided on one, I grabbed my keys and my phone and ran out into the crisp night air. After a quick internet search I was able to find the closest pub that had good booze. Hailing a taxi was easy enough in the bustling England streets.
"Coming from Baker St. I see, you a client of his?"
"What do you mean? Of who's? I just live there..." Why did everybody keep mentioning something about this random ass guy who lived on the same street as me?
"Wait... you live on the Baker St. and you don't know who Sherlock is? I'm astonished, though you are American so I can't expect you to know everything."
"Sherlock? Huh I guess I'll meet him soon then, I just moved in." Why did that name sound so familiar to me?
Before I knew it we were at the pub, though I did pick the closest one to my house... I probably could've just walked.
Every single night I tend to think about everything that has happened in my life, just makes me more depressed. What better thing than to wash it all away with alcohol!
Depression and booze don't mix very well, but nothing in my life ever really did to be honest. After picking a seat at the main bar I ordered multiple rounds of scotch and drank away my worries.
Being an only child was hard enough when my mom was murdered... but now that my father died I'm not sure what to do with myself. I had spent the last year of my life simply caring for my dad, I didn't even have a proper job at the time. And now I don't really have anyone to look up to for advice.
I rested my head on my arms and looked into the light brown liquid in the crystal cup in front of me. So still and quiet, why can't the world be like that? I finished off the last of the liquid that remained in the glass. The sound of ice clinking together when I put it down echoed in my ears.
Lifting my head from my arm made reality snap into focus. The whole world was fuzzy and I couldn't see straight, not to mention the loud sounds of laughing and conversation around me seemed to get louder and louder as time passed. I was no lightweight, I knew how to hold my booze. But for the whole hour that I was here I was drinking nonstop, this was bound to happen. I knew I shouldn't have anymore drinks because my migraine was already kicking in.
"U-ummm excuse me?" I managed to slur out some words and form a sentence. "Can you call a cab? I need h-home...."
"Ah, yes miss of course. I'll tell you when it gets here."
"Thank ver much..." I knew just how wasted I was, and I had only been out for an hour or so.
After the lovely bartender told me that my cab was here I managed to get outside without completely falling over, though I did get some help from a street lamp on the way.
"Backer Streeeet. No... Baker Stret please! 221....B I think. 221C!"
I felt useless as I looked out my window seeing all the lights pass by. I hadn't even unpacked yet. Faintly hearing a light voice in the background I turned to see the driver telling me that I was there. I thanked him and paid him. Though I'm sure I paid him a bit too much.
I couldn't hear straight and my vision was slightly getting darker. Everything was going more and more out of focus. I had barely made it to the steps of the flat when I felt myself lose balance.
Suddenly a warm fuzzy figure caught me as I blacked out.

—— Third Person View ——

Y/N woke up surrounded by fuzzy and warm blankets. Groaning from her headache she slowly opened her eyes that were still not completely in focus. With a sudden start her ears popped and she suddenly became aware of her surroundings, well as aware as a person with a killer hangover is capable of being.
Y/N was in her bed with all her boxes and clothes on the floor next to her. All the sheets and pillows had been done so she could sleep, which was odd because she had never gotten the chance to do them before she went out the previous night.
With her eyelids feeling heavy and the whole world being foggy, Y/N silently slid into some oversized shirt and pajama pants. Walking around in the flat with only fuzzy socks on is acceptable, right? All of her thoughts were disoriented, all she needed was some aspirin. She hoped that Ms. Hudson had some she could use. She groggily went out to find the wonderful flat owner.
"Ms. Hudson? Do you have some aspirin? I have a killer headache and I can't really think straight..." There was more she had to say and ask but the words wouldn't come out. After rubbing her eyes she look expectantly at the woman standing in front of her.
"I'm sorry dear," Ms. Hudson had an apologetic look on her face. "I gave my last bottle to John last night, I'm sure you could go up and ask for some. The boys wouldn't mind!"
"Oh okie... thanks." After sending a light smile Y/N walked back up the steps as she had the previous night, counting each one as she made her way up the staircase. However, today the door to the flat was left wide open as if inviting her in.
The man she had met before was sitting in his same chair looking at her as if she were a mystery. She still hasn't heard his name, but she was in more of a rush to get the aspirin than to find out what it was.
"Umm hi... this is embarrassing, seeing as it's only the second day I've been here and all... but can I have an aspirin? Ms. Hudson said that you guys might have some, and I have an awful hangover."
A couple seconds of awkward silence (well at least awkward for Y/N) passed before he responded.
"Come in, I'll get some from the bathroom. You're welcome to sit in the living room and wait while I do so." The tall man jumped up with a start setting down his violin as he did so.
Y/N took his offer to sit down and curled up into a ball on top of a soft looking chair they had in the flat. She took this as an opportunity to look around, though most of her vision was still a blur.

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Hey chapter two!! Technically one... whatever. It's like one rn for me, which isn't late... but I've been crying a bunch so like my sense of time is all fucked up. This chapter isn't my best work, but imma start working on the next one. Thanks for reading my loves!
<3!!