When All The Lights Go Out ~~ Sherlock x Reader

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Running downstair I thought about Molly. Clearly she was smitten when it came to Sherlock, did he know, or even reciprocate her feelings? Did he act towards me like he did to everybody, or was he just clueless? What if I'm just getting in the way of thing? I usually do. This would be no different. Slowing to stop in front of my door I sighed and hung my head. One hand on the handle, trying to muster the energy to go through that door, just to come out again. I stood there, waiting for something to give me a push along. I knew that if I went through that door, I would just have to face everybody and mess it up for them, like always. These new kind people, they were no different. Sherlock, John, Ms. Hudson, Lestrade, and even Molly. I would just ruin their lives. 

"Y/N, what are you doing just standing at the door like that?" I heard Sherlock behind me. I didn't want to worry him just because I was depressed. I pushed away the dark thought in my head, and put on the best clueless face that I could. 

"Huh? Oh... I must've dozed off, ya know, still kinda sleepy. I'll go get ready now." I tried to walk away as fast as possible to avoid anymore questions, opening the door and grabbing it to try to shut it quickly. A hand grabbed mine though, and I nearly fell backwards from the sudden movement. "Jesus Sherlock, give me some warning before you do that shit, yea?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, like I said, I just must've dozed off."

"I don't believe you, you're showing clear signs of-"

"Oh my GOD SHUT UP. You're really bothersome you know that? I can't hide anything from you because you just read me like a fucking book. We can talk inside my apartment since it's clear that you aren't going to let this one go. But, I am going to get dressed, so while I do that, you HAVE to wait in another room. Okay?"

"Alright."

He followed me inside, letting go of my hand after a few seconds. I instructed him to sit in one of my side room so we could talk while I got changed. Even though it's not like there's anything he hasn't seen after the 'walking into my room' incident.

"Alright Sherlock, what did you want to talk about?" I looked around my closet for something comfortable and comfortable to wear.

"What's wrong?" He repeated his question as I picked out some high waisted black jeans and a sweater shirt. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, I mean it's nothing different then what I talked about to you before. What makes you think it's anything other than that?"

"You're demeanor changed."

"Yea, maybe because I'm not drunk and tired anymore."

"That's true, but you didn't seem to be in the kind of sad mood to stand in front of your door for minutes without end. In fact, you seemed like a happy sad before. Is that even a thing?"

"Yes, but you're wrong. I was just drunk and pissy, and now I'm hungover and pissy." I finished getting changed and walked over to where Sherlock had been sitting.

"Alright, you wanted a jacket right?" He handed me an extra jacket he had brought with him, and I put it on and smiled. It was so warm. While I was, or so he thought, distracted, I watched him stuff something in one of his pockets. I didn't mention it to him, I could always just pickpocket him later to see what of mine he had stolen. I honestly just wanted to get into the taxi and leave this lonely apartment.

"You wanna go? We can talk more on the drive if you really want, but I don't understand what about." I gave him a fake smile and wrapped myself up in the warm, greatly oversized coat.

"Yes, lets go." He stood up and walked out the apartment as if it were nothing. I ran after him, I just needed to get close enough to him to grab whatever he took from me out of his pocket.