BBC: Sherlock x Reader

Time and Then Some |Part Five|

“Yeah, actually.” Jeanette says, sounding distracted and Y/n pushes her mug slightly to the left of her hand and stares at it as it stared mockingly back. “Ethan’s got a class trip to the museum later. Ten ‘o clock. The teachers wants parents or a guardian there, but I can’t go because I’ve got a meeting then,” Jeanette explains.

Y/n glances at the clock mounted on her wall and shrugs, it was only after eight, and she could do with going out. She can’t remember the last time she set foot in a museum. “Alright,” 

Not long after, Y/n and Jeanette ended their phone call. With a sigh, Y/n lays her head on her arm, watching out the window. She watched as the breeze blew the leaves of the tree outside. Her mind was a blank slate; nothing crossed it. She decided then that she’d go take a much needed shower. She hadn’t done much when she came in this morning, she had only made herself a cup of coffee and sat to drank it.

Getting up, she takes the half empty cup to the kitchen before retreating to her bathroom.

The hot water that flowed over her sore limbs was heaven. After watching the soap get washed off her skin and go down the drain, Y/n takes up her shampoo and squeezes a good sized glob into her hand.

They say that the shower is the best time to think, because it’s just you and the shower. Y/n tried to put all thoughts of William to the back of her mind and keep them there. Like she’s said, she doesn’t want to over think anything. But as she massaged the shampoo into her hair, she couldn’t help but remember how his hands felt in it.

The bruise he left on her hip where he gripped her a little too tightly, the marks that he painted on her neck and chest with his lips. The things he whispered to her as they came undone together in a tangle of limbs and ecstasy.

Y/n shakes her head, turning off the water when she had finished and it had begun to chill her skin. She steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and took one to dry her hair. She steps in front of the mirror above the sink, watching her reflection carefully. Her eyes drifted to the bruises on her neck, she trails a finger gently over the one on her pulse, pink dusting her cheeks as images of last night danced in her head.

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“Remember children, stay with your parents and in the group; we wouldn’t want any accidents.”

Y/n takes hold of Ethan’s hand as they stood on the stairs to the very large museum. Children were flooding in and out of the wide open doors, either with their parents or in a group. Y/n looks over the museum brochure in her hand while Ethan bounced uncontrollably next to her. His teacher, Mrs Grant was making a head count and clarifying a few things when a tour guide came over to usher them in. Y/n kept Ethan’s hand in her own as the followed the group up of twenty children and parents up the stairs and into the building.

“Oh look, they’ve got a dinosaur section,” Y/n smiles, bringing her hand down to show the brochure to Ethan who grinned.

“Really?” he beams, taking the paper from her to get a better look. She knew that would have him over the moon; he loves dinosaurs. She felt sort of bad, Ethan not having his mother around often because she’s always so busy.

She knows what it’s like, when she and Jeanette were girls, their mum was a workaholic too. Y/n think she was just trying to forget that their dad walked out on them, and that every time she saw their faces she’s reminded. So she tended to stay out of their lives mostly. It was their aunt, who practically raised them.

She knows Jeanette’s trying her best to make life good for Ethan, but she needs to spend more time with him.

The tour guide drones on about something or the other, but Y/n was barely listening. Watching around like a child on Christmas at how the museum had changed a lot since she’s last been there. The museum was more focused on History so there was loads of stuff for the kids to see.