When All The Lights Go Out ~~ Sherlock x Reader

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For some reason people don't take trigger warnings seriously, so like idk why I even put them. But like suicide and metal health issues and shit in this chapter. Whatever lol you're gonna read this anyways.

"Y/N.... Y/N, wake up. I want you to come with me, we're going to the morgue. I need you to talk to my brother. Y/N!" I heard the sound of Sherlock telling me to wake up, confused, I wondered why he was in my room. 

"Sherlock...? What are you.. OH FUCK!" Remembering the events that took place last night I jolted awake, and realized it was still dark out. "How long was I out?" A headache started forming from the drinks that I had in between playing piano.

"You've only been sleeping for about three hours, enough to not be completely exhausted I hope, Irene Adler's body was discovered and I want you to come with me while I talk to my brother. John's asleep at his girlfriend's house." I then realized that I was still in his bed, causing me to jump out, blushing profusely. 

"Ughhh how do I manage to get myself in these types of situations? I'll go on two conditions. One: you give me time to get changed out of my dress, and two: You lend me one of your jackets because half of mine are still in some random leftover boxes and yours are very warm. Also I need coffee and aspirin." I rubbed my eyes and ruffled my hair, which I was sure looked horrible.

"That's more than two conditions, but I'll comply. You're my Christmas gift to my brother."

"Excuse me?"

"I promised Mycroft that I'd let him talk to you for five minutes, while I'm in the room, though I can't interject at all."

"Oh... I thought you meant that you were selling my body or soul to him or something. I'm fine with just talking."

"I'll fix you some coffee, you go get dressed. I'll give you the gifts from everybody on the drive to the morgue."

"Oh right, presents, I guess I'll give mine to you in the car too."

I walked out of the room after an awkward silence fell. I was so embarrassed from the previous couple of hours that I couldn't really do much. I was a flustered, awkward, sad, tired mess. At least I got to take one of Sherlock's jackets. Molly and Lestrade were both still sitting in the living room half asleep, though John was indeed gone and Ms. Hudson most likely went downstairs. 

"So. Y/N, what was the whole 'Sherlock tucking you into his bed' thing about?" Lestrade looked at me as I walked out of the room. Molly didn't ask, but you could tell that she was just as curious.

"On my first night here I got super drunk. When I say that, I mean hammered. I was getting out of my taxi and passed out. Sherlock saw me and caught me in time, so he helped me to bed like the chivalrous neighbor he is. And then the first time I saw you Lestrade, when John told me to look after Sherlock for him, I fell asleep on one of the chairs in his room. Apparently, with his lack of people skills, he decided that putting me in his bed was a good idea. And then tonight, I was just another drunk emotional mess, sorry about that!" I gave them both an apologetic look, but they only responded with sighs of relief, for what I assume were different reasons.

"Just the thought of Sherlock dating someone really confuses me. Him? With his interaction skills? He can't even remember my first name for God's sake!" Lestrade took another drink, and I realized that I didn't know his first name either. Best not mention anything.

"Hey, Sherlock's taking me out to like... the morgue or something, so I need to go get ready. Molly, it was wonderful to meet you, and I hope to see you both more!" I smiled, and before it god too awkward, I waved and left.