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This is part 2 to the chapter called "Friends". This part was requested by: AriSapphire please enjoy <3
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Flashback:
"Y/N," Sherlock said annoyed. "could you pick that up." you kept walking, ignoring his comments. You walked out the door, grabbing your coat. You looked back at him, tears rolling down your cheeks. You wanted to make a comment, but decided to keep your mouth shut. You kept walking, down the stairs. You weren't planning to return any time soon
You left Sherlock alone the apartment, confused with a growing worry. But you didn't notice nor care anymore.
He wasn't your friend after all.
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Sherlock looked at his phone, softly tapping his desk with his other hand. It had been a week since you had stormed out of the house. Empty handed, all you had taken was your purse. Sherlock hadn't heard anything from you. No calls, no emails, no letters. Not even a text to tell him how you were doing. The events had left Sherlock confused. He remembered your words clearly. Rude and a jerk. That was what he was to you? He couldn't possibly understand your dramatic outburst. All he did was state facts, you were not his friend. He had only known you for a short period of time.
"Sherlock?" John woke Sherlock from his thoughts. He lifted his head and looked at John. He was sitting in his armchair, holding todays newspaper. Sherlock had finished his investigation some time ago and John had returned. He had enjoyed his time away, but was also happy to be back in his own appartment. When he arrived home, he had found no sign of you. All he had seen were your belongings in the bedroom. He had tried to ask Sherlock what had happened, but without any luck. Sherlock seemed confused and distracted, but pushing him wouldn't take him anywhere.
"Is something wrong?" Sherlock just sighed in annoyance. John had been questioning him ever since he got home about Y/N. He had no answers to your questions. He didn't knew where you were and were confused about what had happened. All he knew was that he was starting to get worried. He wasn't used to having no contact with you. You used to annoy him all the time with the constant text messages, the stories about any minor incontinence in your life and the care you expressed over him. Annoying, but he had actually started to miss it.
"Listen, John," Sherlock sighed. "This interrogation isn't going to get you anywhere. I am fine." John rolled his eyes. Stubborn as ever. If only he knew how much better it would make him feel to for once express his emotions. John knew he could be of much help.
"If you're fine," John said, putting his newspaper away. "Then why are you constantly staring at your phone? And why are you tapping the table, it is pretty annoying." John leaned forward, curious to see how Sherlock would react. The look in Sherlock's eyes shifted from neutral to... worried?
"I have never seen you looked so worried before," John continued. "Why don't you tell me what happened? Maybe I can help you." Sherlock threw his phone on the table in front of him and brought his hands up to his face. He placed his fingers on his temples and closed his eyes for a moment, contemplating what to do next. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.
"Fine," he sighed. He got up from his desk and walked towards John. He sat down on the couch in front of him and leaned back. He took a deep breath and looked at John. John slowly leaned back, placing his elbows on the arms of the chair.
"Seven days ago," Sherlock started. "Y/N stormed out of the house. She hasn't texted me, called me. She hasn't even told me where she was going or where she is now." Sherlock paused for a moment and sighed. John frowned. So his assumptions were right. Something had happened, which explained why you weren't home. Sherlock took a deep breath, slowly leaning forward. He placed his elbows on his knees, supporting his head.
"Sherlock," John pressed. "What happened before she stormed out?" Sherlocked sighed in frustration, jumping up from the couch.
"It was nothing John," Sherlock spoke, clearly frustrated. "I asked her to help me, she wouldn't stop pressuring me about going to bed. You know when time is of the essence I cannot have any distractions." Sherlock started slowly pacing around the living room. John hs never seen him so riled up.
"I told her to go somewhere else and stop bothering me," Sherlock continued. "And she wouldn't stop going on and on about how I was being rude and a jerk and about how we are friends and she is supposed to care about me." Sherlock paused for a moment to catch his breath.
"I told her you are my friend John," Sherlock said, turning to him. "I don't know her well enough to consider her my friend. That is what I told her. After that she stormed out." John sighed deeply. Bringing a hand to his forehead. He frowned, slowly leaning forward. Sherlock had stopped pacing around the room and looked at John, confused about his reaction.
"She had a dramatic outburst and stormed out," Sherlock ended. John looked up at Sherlock, in disbelief by his ignorance. He finally understood why you had left. You must have felt so hurt by those words. He wasn't there and didn't know the full situation, but this was typical behavior for Sherlock. Offending you and being oblivious to it, even when explaining the situation to him.
"Sherlock," John sighed in disappointment. "Of course she felt hurt. You're so oblivious." Sherlock crossed his arms, looking clearly offended.
"Hurt or not," Sherlock spoke. "She left and I haven't heard anything for a week. What if something is wrong?" John laughed shortly, shaking his head. He got up, placing his hands to his side. Sherlock frowned, confused about what there was to laugh about.
"Oh Sherlock," John said. "It is all about how she feels. Of course she hasn't told you anything." Sherlock looked confused. He walked over to his desk and grabbed his phone. He turned it on and checked his texts. Still nothing.
"How could you tell her she is not your friend?" John asked. "She clearly saw you as a friend. That's why she is upset, Sherlock."
"How can we possibly be friends, John?" Sherlock spoke, clearly annoyed. "I haven't known her for that long."
"You're worried about her, aren't you?" John grinned. Sherlock rolled his eyes, checking his phone once again.
"What does that have anything to do with this situation?" Sherlock asked. Of course he was worried about you. You had left without any spare clothes, personal belongings and even without your comfort stuffed animal. You had told him countless of stories about it and the value it had. What if you needed it? What if you needed him?
"That says enough, doesn't it?" John said. He walked over to his side and grabbed the phone out of his hand. Sherlock immediately snapped back, taking the phone back from John's hand.
"What was that for, John," Sherlock asked, annoyed. John laughed shortly.
"Why don't you send her a text if you're so worried?' John offered. "Apologise to her. You might not consider her a friend, but I highly disagree. She is our friend and your behavior is unnacceptable." Sherlock sighed. Sending you a text, he hadn't done that yet. He wasn't sure if you would want him too. He was scared there was no going back from this.
"What if Y/N doesn't want to talk to me?" Sherlock asked, worried. "I wasn't that rude, but I see how my behavior might have come across as such." John smiled. Sherlock was oblivious but at least he started to some of the hurt he had caused.
"Just be genuine," John shrugged. "Come on, send her that text." Sherlock sighed. He opened your text log and slowly started typing.
Y/N
Haven't heard from you in a while. Are you able to come over? We need to talk
- SH
He send the text. Just as he was about to close his phone, he went back into the chatlog.
Y/N
Ps. Took care of your stuffed animal. He misses you too
- SH
Satisfied, he put his phone away. John smiled at him, happy the first steps were taken.
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You opened the door to Sherlock's appartment. John had given you a temporary key before he left. You were lucky to have taken your purse with you. For the past werk you had been staying with one of your friends that lived in the area. You had explained everything to her and she had offered to let you stay as long as you needed. You were not planning to return so soon, but the texts Sherlock had send you had been unexpected. Anger was still flowing through your veins, but you were open to whatever he had to say.
You closed the door firmly behind you and walked into the living room. Sherlock was sitting behind his desk, typing fastly on his computer. You felt a strong feeling of deja vu. He was sitting in the exact same spot when you left.
Sherlock looked up. His eyes lit up when he saw you. He quickly got up from his chair. You frowned, this was new. Normally he would just keep working and you would be talking to him, as if he was nothing more than a brick wall.
"Ah, Y/N," Sherlock smiled. "I wasn't sure if you would come." You smiled awkwardly, putting your purse on the kitchen table.
"How could I not after the strange text messages you send me," you spoke, before walking towards the couch. Sherlock quickly walked over to the armchair and sat down. He gestured at the couch, pressing you to sit down. You listened to his signal and slowly sat down. Sherlock looked confused.
"Strange text messages?" Sherlock asked , confused. You smiled slightly. Normally when Sherlock would text you it would be short and easy text messages. However, this time he had send you multiple sentences. This had made you eager to come and talk to him. This wasn't his usual behavior.
"What do you want, Sherlock?" You sighed. "You wanted to talk, I am here." Sherlock cleared his throat softly. He could feel his palms were starting to sweat. Why was he feeling nervous?
"John has returned," he spoke, awkwardly. "I had an enlightening conversation with him yesterday." You looked at him, confused. Enlightening in what way?
"How is he doing?" You asked, smiling slightly. You hadn't seen John in a long time. "Is he joining us?" Sherlock sighed shortly.
"No," Sherlock spoke firmly. "I asked him to stay away from the appartement, I wanted to talk to you in private." You just stared at each other for a moment. After everything that had happened, you couldn't help but feel awkward in his presence. It was hard to even look him in the eyes after everything he had said. Sherlock was just quietly observing your behavior. No eyecontact, the look in your eyes. You were clearly still hurt.
"Listen," Sherlock spoke, slowly leaning forward. "I asked you to come over here, because-" Sherlock paused for a moment. You could see he was having a hard time.
"Because I wanted to apologize," he continued. Sherlock was apologizing? You had never expected that. "John made me realize that my behavior wasn't okay and I am sorry for that." You smiled slightly. The apology did mean a lot to you. Sherlock let out a small sigh of relief upon seeing you smile. Was everything going to be okay after all?
"Thank you," you spoke. "I'm sorry for running out. If you feel that we are not friends, I should've respected you." You let out a long sigh. Who were you to tell Sherlock he was your friend if he didn't feel that way? You still felt incredibly hurt. All those things you shared, even when he wasn't listening. It had meant a lot to you. You really did consider him a friend.
"Don't apologize," Sherlock stated, to your surprise. "You had all right to be upset." You raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Is this really Sherlock Holmes talking?" You joked. "Where is the real Sherlock? What did you do to him?" Sherlock rolled his eyes and moved slightly forward in his chair.
"This is not the time to joke around," Sherlock spoke, annoyed. You laughed shortly. "You did react very dramatic to my remarks, I must admi-"
"There he is!" You exclaimed, interrupting him. Sherlock couldn't help but smile slightly. You were being silly, back to your old self.
"Leaving without letting me know where you are was the wrong move," he stated. You looked at him in confusion, moving closer to him. He stared at you blankly, you couldn't read any of his emotions.
"And why is that?" You asked.
"I might have been worried about you," he spoke, clearly second guessing if this was something he should tell you. A wide grin appeared on your face. Sherlock rolled his eyes at the sight of it.
"Did it ever cross your mind that I didn't want you to bother me?" You asked nonchalantly. "I didn't want to contact you. I was hurt and mad at you." Sherlock sighed. You could see he was genuinely regretting his actions.
"If that is true," he said. "Why did you come over?" You took your phone out of your back pocket and pulled up the texts he had send you. You grinned before reading to him.
"Ps. Took care of your stuffed animal. He misses you too." You smiled after reading the message, but Sherlock was confused. What about this particular message had peeked your interest. You saw the confusion on his face and started to laugh, only making him more confused. After catching your breath, you spoke.
"He misses you too," you read once again. "Did you miss me Sherlock?" Sherlock face became red as he looked away from you, clearly embarrassed. In the heat of the moment he had written that text, unaware of his true feelings shining true. He had missed you a lot. Talking to him, the way you took care of him and tried to help me.
You smiled, his reaction was enough confirmation. You got up from the couch and walked over to him, you quickly bend down and embraced him. It was an awkward hug since he was still sitting down, but it did the trick. Sherlock smiled and wrapped his arms around you aswell. After a while you pulled back and looked at him.
"Friends?" You asked him, before slowly moving away.
"Friends."