Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Lost?

Sherlock had gone out to pick up John an Tom earlier than I had gotten up, and when I awoke this morning my mum had somehow found out about the road trip and kept sending me texts that tried to persuade me to dump Sherlock for Tom, but I just ignored them.

I also went over my luggage a few times, just in case I forgot anything.

I packed up some things that will be needed the night before, so I was all ready this morning.

I called Sherlock, and he said he was gonna pick me up, along with John and Tom.

Unfortunately, Mary couldn't go with us, she was busy with the upcoming baby. It was predicted to come in six months.

I freshened myself up and got into some comfy clothing before they rang my doorbell.

"Hey, you ready?" Tom asked with a smile.

"Yep." I said, walking out of my flat, carrying my luggage with me.

"I'll take that." John said, after taking it out of my hands and placing it in the back of the van.

"Thanks. Where's Sherlock?" I asked.

"No problem dear. He's in the drivers seat, me him and Tom will be switching from time to time." John said with a cute smile.

"Okay." I smiled.

"Well, let's head inside!" He said, cheerfully, helping me get in.

When I walked inside, it looked really comfy, and welcoming.

It was huge and had a separate bedroom and bathroom.

I saw Sherlock sitting in the drivers seat all focused on the map as he wore a serious expression, which caused me to giggle.

I ran over and quickly placed a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm here..." I whispered, playfully.

"I know..." He said, standing up and placing both his hands on my waist, leaning in and kissing me passionately.

When he pulled away, we were left staring at each other, and I smiled.

"We must be careful...afterall, he is a dangerous serial killer." Sherlock said, caressing my cheek.

"All the more reason to get excited." I said with earning a smile from him, before walking off.

I saw Tom sitting down and reading a book, with some tea in his hand.

"Hi!" I said running over to him.

"Hello, darling." He smiled, tiredly.

"You look really tired...everything alright?" I asked, ruffling his hair.

"I'm find...really..." He yawned.

"Didn't you get some sleep?" I asked.

"No...you're mum is really really..." He stopped searching his mind for the right words.

"Pushy and annoying." I said.

"I mean...she's nice." He lied.

I giggled and shook my head.

"I hate her Tom." I said with my smile fading slowly.

"Why is that, dear?" He asked, patting the seat next to him, and I sat down.

"Well...because she's not my real mum, and she always tries to make me do things that benefit her, like how she supposedly shipped us." I sighed.

"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that." He said quietly.

"I'm going to be starting to drive now!" Sherlock yelled to everybody from the drivers seat.