Sherlock Holmes Oneshots

Summer sky

Warnings: angst, mention of death, blood, panic, hurting words...

Y/N/N = your nickname

I do not own the characters or any images. words = around 3k

You were a famous writer, searching for adventure. You met Sherlock thanks to Enola during one of her crazy cases. Since then the two of you likely had an attraction towards each other. But of course, none of you dared to tell the other about this so your relationship was resumed to tease one another. These days, you were helping the detective on a case that was causing him quite some trouble. He would get drunk, go beyond of what he would usually do which was the source of the problem.

You were out with Enola trying to find a track for Sherlock to follow. Going through the darkest places of London under cover, by that I mean in boys' clothes. You were now in a sort of gloomy market and a old fortune teller drew your attention. You walked closer to her, dragging the youngest of the Holmes with you.

Y/N: Miss, pardon me to interrupt you but I have been meaning to ask you some questions.

Old lady: No worries, dear, I was waiting for you.

Enola shivered and gripped my arm tighter clearly intimidated by the woman. You would be lying if you said you weren't either. There was a long moment of silent. She started playing with her cards, but you kept your calm posture and continued.

Y/N: Do you happen to know anything about the dark feather?

She stopped in her track for a second then pulled two cards.

Old lady: My darlings, listen to me carefully. "The swan goes where the moon reflection dances on the lake. Take care of the hunter that could loose into the darkness."

You listened to her and noticed her cheeky smile disapperedd and her face became pale when she pulled out the third card. You looked at it, it was a white wolf with blue eyes and a full moon above it. She took your shoulders and started shaking you.

Old Lady: The wolf shall never leave its pack. Never!

You heard a cracking sound behind her

Old lady: Now go, they're coming, time is a valuable thing cherish it.

Mist surrounded her and she was gone. After that weird encounter you decided to write the message on a parchment and give it to Sherlock. The two girls could solve it on their own, but they knew this case was particularly dangerous because it had a lot of blood behind it. You looked around and it was already night, you entered at the beginning of the afternoon where did all the time went. You started heading back to sherlock's flat.

~Sherlock pov

I drunk a little that night but for a good cause. I found that lady a few weeks ago that had some relation with the dark feather. My only way to get information from her was to seduce her. We were in my flat, I hadn't seen the girls all day but right now I was focused on only one thing, where is the next murder taking place.

L/N : How can I be so sure about your loyalty, I've only known you for a few weeks.

Sherlock: Believe me I am loyal.

L/N: Then what about the other woman? Y/N, I think.

Shit, she can't know about whatever we have between Y/N and me or it'll ruin the flirting plan.

Sherlock: What about her?

L/N: Heard she was close to you? *Smiles mischievously* Is she better than me?

Of course, she is...

Sherlock: She's just helping me for some cases, nothing more.

She is way more...