Pin Drop (Sherlock x Reader)

Moonlight Sonata

     When I woke up I was in a bed. It was soft and warm. It smelled of different chemicals. Wait, it smelled of chemicals. I was in Sherlock Holmes' bed. This realization hit me like a truck and I jumped out of the bed. Only to find that I was no longer wearing the clothes I had come here in. My old tattered jeans were replaced with dark blue sweatpants and my black top was replaced with a huge grey one. I immediately knew that these also belongs to Sherlock just because of their size alone.

     I heard voices waft in from the other room under the door. They were hushed but hurried. I quietly walked around the room trying to find my clothes to put back on. I heard the door creak open and balled my hands into fists before turning around to come face to face with an older woman. 

     "Oh my. I was just bringing your clothes back." She laid them on the bed neatly folding them. 

     "Who are you? Who changed me?" 

     "I am Mrs. Hudson and I did. I refused to let the boys see your body. It's just not right." She huffed mumbling as she walked out the door closing it behind her. 

     "Thank you...?" I knew she couldn't hear me but this was the first real kindness I had received in a long time. I had jumped from foster home to foster home growing up, being forced to mature so rapidly I knew how to look out for myself and never let anyone see me vulnerable. It was a hard life, but when it came down to it, it was rewarding. 

     The hushed voices came to a stop when a violin started to play. The melody was beautiful and entrancing. I walked closer to the door and put my head against it to my ear was on the crack. Beethoven's moonlight sonata played off key but beautifully from the living room. 

     I quietly opened the door and slowly shuffled down the hallway expecting to find only the musician playing music. Instead I was met with John who looked exhausted and about ready to beat Sherlock to a pulp and Sherlocks brother, Mycroft Holmes sitting on the couch rubbing his temples. Sherlock stood by the window with his eyes effortlessly closed as he played. 

     "You're off key." My voice rang around the room and the playing abruptly came to a stop. All faces except for Sherlocks were turned to me. I had a feeling that I was now intruding and turned to walk back down the hallway and lock myself in the bedroom once again hiding from everyone here. Before I could take a step Sherlocks voice stopped me. 

     "What key should I be playing in then?" His voice was smooth as silk as the question effortlessly reached my ears. I turned back around and walked closer to him. I held out my hand for the violin which was placed in my hands only seconds later. 

     "You're playing in C major. The song is played in C minor." I placed my chin on the chin rest and fiddles with the bow before placing it on top of the violin strings and strumming a cord. I adjusted as I saw fit and when I was done I began to play. 

     I closed my eyes and let my fingers and arms do the work. I had memorized this song in my third foster home where I had found an old violin in the attic which I would play when no one was home. At first it was a challenge but after a little while I began to get the feel for it. The foster parents had their own son whom the violin used to belong to. When he found me up their one night and helped me learn more and instructed me on how to play it correctly. 

     When I had been removed from that house he allowed me to keep it. He was my first and only true friend. I still kept in touch with him through letters. As I did not have a cellphone nor could I afford one. We would meet up every now and again to play. Parks, side ally's, we would play anywhere we saw sit and even started composing our own pieces when we were together. Then he dropped of the map. 

     I couldn't find him. I never received another letter even thought I sent one every week. No replies, no signs that he was okay, nothing. He just disappeared. Just poof and he was gone until a few months ago when he popped back up into my life out of nowhere. 

     I had been ecstatic to see him but his face had sunken and his features no longer as bright and cheerful as they once were. He brought me to his apartment where he asked me to do two things for him. The first was to refer to him as Jim. The second was to kill Sherlock Holmes.

     At that point I had only known Sherlock through John's writing and to say I was a fan was a bit of an understatement. I followed their stories and their lives with what little I could afford. I was always there in the background after John would release yet another case closed. 

     Jim wouldn't tell me where he had been. Why he had gone. What happened to him. Nothing. He would tell me nothing. After I refused to help him he hid me away in a dark and damp place until I agreed. He would tell me he didn't want to do this. He wanted to be my friend again but I would have to do those two things first. 

     It took me months to break but I finally did. Then we ended up here, in this place, with Sherlock only ten feet from me and the promise I had made to Jim yet to be fulfilled. I stuck a wrong cord and was snapped from my thoughts. 'Damn.' I thought as i let the violin hang loosely in my hands. 

     I opened my eyes to shocked faces all around the room. Except for Sherlock. He was stone cold in his demeaner. His hands folded in his lap, his head slightly tilted to the right as if in thought. He was chewing on his bottom lip as if he was anxious. He was contemplating. 

     "That was adequate." Was all he said before standing and taking his violin back. He was close enough to me that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. 

     "What were you contemplating?"  My question caught him off guard and he stumbled with his words for a moment before speaking. 

     "How did you know I was contemplating something?" 

     "You were thinking, your head was titled to the side and you were biting your bottom lip as if you were anxious about something. You were either contemplating or absolutely bored out of your mind." I stated it purely and simply before nodding to John and smiling at Mycroft before walking over and holding out my hand to him. 

     "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."