Sherlock x reader: Oneshots

Sherlock x Reader: A Danger Meter

Soul mate AU: A meter is on your body that shows how much danger you're soul mate is in.

E/c - eye color
H/c - hair color
F/o - favorite outfit

You woke up, tired and drowsy. You didn't get much sleep last night. Your first instinct was to check your wrist. You were mildly concerned to see it at the yellow mark. You had this mark since you moved to England and your best friend told you that it was your soulmate mark. They explained to you that it was a meter telling you how much danger your soulmate was in.

As you got ready for the day, you kept checking your wrist. You don't know when, why, or how but you somehow built up the habit of constantly checking your wrist to see how much danger your soulmate was in. It really disturbed you that they were almost always in the yellow or red.

"What the hell are they doing?"

You thought that a lot. It was often crazy to think that the person who you belong with is on this earth right now. What were they doing? What were they like? What did they look like?  These are just a few of the thoughts you had about your soulmate.

Sherlock and John were on yet another case. As they were roaming about, Sherlock glanced down at their wrist. Green. As always. Sherlock and John kept walking, but John noticed something.

"Sherlock, your soulmate. They seem to be in trouble." Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks and checked his wrist. John was right. The meter was at red!!! Sherlock immediately felt panicked. He froze. They're in trouble. Where are they? What are they doing? Who is hurting them?! Sherlock began running off in a frantic frenzy. He ran as fast as his tall legs could carry him. John was barely able to keep up behind him.

Sherlock's eyes were almost stuck to his wrist, but he couldn't look away. Next thing he knows, he bumps into someone. "H-hey! P-please, I need some help! Someone is trying to attack me." Sherlock looked at the person in front of him. They had beautiful h/c hair and e/c eyes. They were wearing f/o, but it seemed a little muddied. Their hair was a little ruffled and their eyes were wide with fear.

"You're coming from the coffee shop, judging by the smell of fresh coffee beans. But on your way home, you were assaulted by someone, they likely were a little dirty, possibly a drunk. This is obvious by your clothes being dirty. Your hair was pulled back, causing it to be maddened." They looked at Sherlock, confused but nodded. "Yeah, you got the general gist of it. Now, can you help me or not?"

Sherlock didn't know what compelled him to help this stranger. Normally he wasn't much of a savior. However, he had a gut feeling. What it was and what it meant, he didn't know. Which he did not like. Sherlock preferred to know everything. He needed to keep this person close until he figured this feeling out.

He grabbed their hand and led them to 221B Baker Street. When the pair made it up into the safety of the flat, Sherlock texted John and told him that he was back at 221b.

Sherlock had offered who he now knew as Y/n a cup of tea to help calm their nerves. Y/n accepted and was of course still coming down from their adrenaline high. When Sherlock came out from his kitchen, handing the cup of tea to Y/n, they looked up at him with a sort of wonder.

"Okay, you've got questions." He said.

"Yes. How did you know I was assaulted?"

"It was simple deduction. Next?"

"Are you that Sherlock Holmes guy I see in the paper?"

"Yes. Next?"

"So... are you, like, some kind of crazy genius?" He smirked.

"Yes. Though I don't often get referred to as that."

"Really? What are you referred to as?"

"A bloody psychopath."

"I take it you're not?"

"No. I'm a high functioning sociopath."

"Really? That seems like a kinda harsh term.."

"How so?" You looked at him with a kind smile.

"I mean, I'm not sure as to why a sociopath would save me."

Your gaze then shifted down to your wrist. But you nearly choked on your tea as you looked. Sherlock looked at you, confused. "Y-y-you're my soulmate...?" Sherlock frowned. He looked down at his wrist. The danger meter had dissolved!!

You both looked at each other, your face a deer in headlights, while his was blanker than a plank of wood. He took a stride over to you. You were still coughing on your tea, but he grabbed a napkin, placing it gently on your mouth. He wiped away the smudge on the corner of your lips.

"Please refrain from choking on your tea. I don't think I'm properly equipped with the idea of burying my soulmate right after meeting them." You laughed a little as you calmed down. "A-alright. Thank you." "So, how does going on a case with me sound as a first date?" You smiled.

"Stellar."

The end!