You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Empty Hearse: Chapter 8

You watched as Sherlock's mom brought her hand to his cheek and he pulled away, finally getting the door slammed close. He sighed, looking at you with raised eyebrows. You chuckled and he rolled his eyes at you, turning to John as he clasped his hands awkwardly together.

"Sorry about that." Sherlock spoke.

"No, it's fine. Clients?" John asked, looking to the door where his parents had just disappeared moments before.

"Just his parents." You told John with a grin. John looked from you to Sherlock with a look of surprise.

"Your parents?"

"In town for a few days." Sherlock nodded as he crossed back to the other side of the towards John.

"Your parents?" John again asked.

"Mycroft promised to take them to a matinee of Les Mis. Tried to talk me into doing it." Sherlock explained. You looked at him, chuckling as you thought of Mycroft stuck with his parents at a showing of Les Misérables.

"Those were your parents?" John asked, still in disbelief as he went to the window, gazing down at the street.

"Yes, John. Those were indeed his parents." You told him as he still looked down on the street.

"Well..." John began chuckling as he looked back up at Sherlock. "That is not what I..." He turned back to the window, and you watched him, waiting for him to get to the point.

"What?" Sherlock questioned, watching John closely.

"I mean they're just... so..." John looked back to Sherlock, thinking of the right word to use. Sherlock looked at him through squinted eyes as he waited for John to finish. "...ordinary." He grinned.

"It's a cross I have to bear." Sherlock spoke dramatically.

"Oh, please. You haven't met my parents." You pulled your lip to the side in a grimace, not wanting to even think about Sherlock meeting your parents. John chuckled softly, before he silently paced across the room. After a moment, he turned back to you and Sherlock in thought.

"Did they know, too?" He shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked over you and Sherlock. You knew what John was asking, but pretended not to hear it as you walked over to Sherlock, leaning against his chair.

"Hmm?" Sherlock hummed, not looking up at John.

"Both of your parents? That you two spent the last two years playing hide and seek." He asked seriously. All of the sudden you became extremely interested in Sherlock's bookcase as you dodged the question.

"...Maybe." Sherlock spoke, not making eye contact with John.

"Ah! So that's why they weren't at the funeral!" He pointed towards the two of you and you gave him a weak grin.

"Sorry. Sorry again." Sherlock spoke defensively as he gestured his arms out, looking at John seriously. John took a couple steps towards the door and Sherlock watched him, lowering his head. "Sorry..." He spoke softly, looking back up to John.

"I'd say sorry as well, but it wasn't my idea." John looked in between the two of you, thoughts clearly running through his mind.

"See you've shaved it off, then." Sherlock changed the subject, looking at John's upper lip. His mustache was gone, wonder why... definitely not because Sherlock had told him to shave it... no didn't seem likely, you thought with a grin.

"Yeah. Wasn't working for me." John nodded as he walked through the flat, looking around. He looked back to you with squinted eyes, noticing you were wearing Sherlock's scarf. "Cold?" Your face immediately went red as you looked away.