You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Lying Detective: The End

You collected your bags, and with the help of your parents got them hauled into a cab. When you reached 221B, the cabbie was kind enough to help you drop your things off inside the door (being pregnant sometimes had its perks), where you told him you could take it from there. You paid him, then he was on his way.

You could hear John and Sherlock's voices drifting down the stairs and you smiled softly. It was good to have John back. You left your bags where they were, knowing Sherlock would scold you if you tried to carry them up on your own, and you made your way up the stairs.

When you entered the flat, Sherlock was explaining to John the plans you'd made to catch Smith.

"I had, of course, several other backup plans. Trouble is, I couldn't remember what they were. And, of course, I hadn't really anticipated that I'd hallucinated meeting his daughter." Sherlock spoke from his spot in his chair. He still looked heavily beat up, and one of his eyes was bloodshot, but he still looked better than he had when he'd first been admitted into the hospital. He also had a bit of stubble, where he hadn't shaved in a week.

His eyes panned to you as you entered the room and you smiled softly, having him home alive and mostly healthy made your heart happy.

"Luckily, I remembered backup plans." You spoke, John turned to look at you and you gave him a small wave, walking towards Sherlock to give him a peck on the lips. You could taste the tea he'd been drinking on his lips.

You finally took a seat on the couch, sighing as you sat. "Hey, John." He gave you a nod in greeting.

"Right, but I'm still a bit troubled by the daughter. Did seem very real, and she gave me information I couldn't have acquired elsewhere." Sherlock spoke softly, gazing at the floor in thought. That had bothered you as well, but drugs could do things rational minds didn't understand.

"But she wasn't ever here?" John questioned.

"Interesting, isn't it? I have theorized before that if one could attenuate to every available data stream in the world simultaneously, it would be possible to anticipate and deduce almost anything." You shook your head at Sherlock's words, a small smirk on your face. You doubted that's what had happened when Sherlock was all drugged up.

"Hm. So you dreamed up a magic woman who told you things you didn't know." John stated.

"It appears he did, although I'm still a bit unsure about it..." You trailed off in thought. It just seemed weird that the drugs allowed Sherlock to discover things he hadn't previously known. He probably hadn't even known who Smith fully was before Faith had 'told him'.

"Perhaps the drugs opened certain doors in my mind. I'm intrigued." Sherlock pondered, taking another sip from his mug. You shook your head at him softly.

"Oh, we know you are, which is why we're all taking it in turns to keep you off the sweeties." John told him. You nodded, that would mostly be your job, but you knew Sherlock wouldn't go back to drugs now that you were expecting soon. He wouldn't do that to you any more. He hadn't wanted to in the first place anyway.

"I thought we were just hanging out." Sherlock joked smiling softly.

"Well... I better get going, Y/n, you'll be okay?" John questioned.

"Oh, please, I can live without supervision." Sherlock grinned again.

John looked towards the floor in thought. "Well, if you're sure..." John looked back up at you and you nodded, letting him again know you'd be just fine on your own with Sherlock. You trusted him.

"Uh, sorry, it's just, um, you know, Rosie." John started making excuses, sitting his mug off to the side.

"Yes, of course, Rosie." Sherlock nodded, knowing just as well John was making excuses.