You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Empty Hearse: Chapter 8

"Oh darling, we know!" She giggled, looking to her husband who nodded as well.

"We read the papers. Saw those photos from the courthouse." He told you. You blushed as you looked at Sherlock, wanting to jump out of one of 221B's windows. Oh god, not the photos from the press. Sherlock looked just as surprised, but relieved they already knew.

"Now, as I was saying before..." Sherlock's mom started to continue a story she must've been telling and Sherlock slumped down into his chair, not listening as she continued on, her husband jumping in every once and awhile to repeat her words with a nod. It was something about a lottery ticket and how they lost it. Then she began rambling on about how Mr. Holmes always lost things in the couch. She listed probably almost everything they'd found missing in the couch. Bored, but not wanting to make Sherlock's parents upset, you acted interested.

"So did you find it eventually, your lottery ticket?" You questioned, leaning forward from what was now your chair. Sherlock looked to you with an annoyed look as he crossed the room, stepping up on the coffee table and in between his parents on the couch. He scanned the wall, tracing his fingers through all the articles he'd pinned up. His parents looked up at him for a moment, before his mother's focus returned to you.

"Well, yes, thank goodness. We caught the coach on time after all. We managed to see, er, St Paul's, the Tower... but they weren't letting anyone into Parliament. Some big debate going on." You scanned her a second, thinking before you nodded. Sherlock shot her a look before he concentrated back in on his work. You smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say. As if a gift was sent from heaven, John walked through the door taking in the scene.

"John!" You and Sherlock both greeted. You jumped to your feet ready to hug John to death from saving you from another awkward moment.

"Sorry – you're busy." He waved his hand looking between the two of you. Sherlock was quick to jump into action, wrapping his arm through his mother's and pulling her to her feet.

"Uh, no-no-no, they were just leaving." Sherlock said as he helped his mom stand.

"Oh, were we?" She questioned.

"Yes." Sherlock said enthusiastically as he gestured his mom towards the door.

"No, no, if you two have got a case..." He shook his head not wanting to intrude. You shook your head at him with wide eyes.

"NO!" You shouted, then covered your mouth. "Um, sorry. We don't have a case, uh this isn't a case." You explained quickly as Sherlock turned over his shoulder to yell at his parents to leave.

"Go. Bye." He waved them towards the door, but his mother turned to him, not yet finished.

"Yeah, well, we're here 'til Saturday, remember." She told him. He again gestured towards the door. John stepped into the flat, watching as Sherlock desperately tried to get them to leave.

"Yes, great, wonderful. Just get out." He spoke monotone, herding them closer to the door.

"Y/n, it was lovely to meet you, dear!" She spoke, turning to you.

"Out!" Sherlock gestured again, putting his arm up before his mom could talk any further with you.

"Well, give us a ring. Y/n, make sure he gives us a ring." She said over her shoulder as Sherlock finally saw them through the door. You laughed slightly, watching as they turned back towards Sherlock through the open door.

"Very nice, yes, good. Get out." Sherlock went to slam the door but his mother shoved her shoe into the door to prevent it from closing. You heard his parents whispering to him through the cracked door and you watched with a small smile as he again tried to slam the door, but failed. John turned his back, trying not to intrude on the conversation.