BBC: Sherlock x Reader

Fix Me |Part Two|

Hello all! This is part two to fix me :) Sorry I take so long to update, things has been crazy for a while, but I hope you enjoy. ☺

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"How is she?" John asks lowly, peeking over his shoulder to watch Y/n who was sat in Sherlock's chair facing the telly. She donned one of John's old sweaters, her feet tucked under herself as she munched on popcorn. Oblivious to their conversation.

Sherlock sighs, pulling his gaze away from the drop of blood he was looking at under the microscope to look at his best friend. "You've asked that question every day since last week, John. My answer remains the same: she's fine." He says quietly, his blue eyes glancing at her for a moment. And John didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on her form. "She's said so every time I've asked, so I can only assume that she is as she says."

Neither she or Sherlock spoke of what happened that night last week, and John never asked. John rolls his eyes, throwing up his hands, "Don't you think she's just been saying that to get us off her back? The girl's just come off a really bad breakup, there's no way she's fine."

"It was last week." Sherlock says, making a face, "And it wasn't that bad."

John raises an eyebrow and then mimics taking a drink from a bottle. Which could've only been an indication to last week's tequila incident.

Sherlock rolls his eyes, looking back into his microscope before muttering, "She's fine."

John narrows his eyes, turning to watch Y/n for a moment. "Why don't you two go out, like for lunch or something?" he says, turning back to Sherlock to gauge his reaction. John checks his watch and nods lightly at the time; it's a good time for a walk.

Sherlock blanched, his eyes snapping up to meet John's, "...What?" he swallows hard, "I told you once John, don't inflict your ideas upon the world, you'll upset the balance."

John rolls his eyes, ignoring Sherlock before walking out to Y/n. John felt bad for her, though he tried not to, he couldn't help but give her a pitying gaze sometimes. She and Scott were going so well, he had sworn that they were going to get married someday, as much as he knew Sherlock detested that idea.

She's been cooped up a lot since that night last week. She's taken some time off work, trying to clear her head, John supposed. She doesn't say much to them either, and that was something John couldn't ignore because she was always so energetic around them. She would be talking and laughing and annoying the hell out of Sherlock.

She may tell Sherlock she's fine, hell she might even try to convince herself that she was. But John knew better. He could tell she was hurting bad. He even caught her crying earlier today when he went to check on her, she was looking at something in her phone. He knew it was about Scott; he didn't have to ask. He got her to come upstairs to chat for a bit, but she ended up watching the tv.

"Hey Y/n," John calls gently, going to stand next to Sherlock's chair where she sat.

"Hmm?" she questions, pulling her eyes away from the television to look up at him. John could see that she was tired - with the dark circles that had gathered under her eyes - he knows she hadn't been sleeping well. He probably would've been in her very spot if he had a forever long relationship end that way.

"Sherlock wanted to take you out to lunch," Behind him, John heard Sherlock's scoff of disagreement and he ignores it. Y/n blinks up at him, her e/c eyes wide and her mouth stuffed with popped corn, "Whut?"

John hears the chair in the kitchen scrape against the floor and decided to act quickly so Sherlock wouldn't have a chance to shut this down. "So it's settled then! You two, lunch."