Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

Melody's violin

And then Friday it was, as I got upstairs I witnessed the spectacular scene of Sherlock getting his cases. A client was sitting in the chair narrating his story and the two men on theirs, listening carefully, especially the detective, Sherlock's eyes were shut and hand clasped together, paying his full attention to the client. I didn't know if I should disturb them or not so I stood at the doorstep. As I was wondering about if I should enter or not, I noticed John Watson turned towards the kitchen for some reason and that's when he found me, I waved silently.
"come in" he mouthed and gestured me in, I obeyed apparently. The client was still speaking when Sherlock interrupted him as he might had some doubt perhaps.
"but then Mr Chatterjee -" Sherlock's eyes flung open as he was about to oppose to the client's narrative but his gaze found me, "Melody, why are you standing there?" he asked me as I stood at the living room as well.
"well you're busy so you know, but if you're working here then where will I...?" it was obvious a question. How I'd teach Rosie if the living room was occupied.
"here" came Rosie's voice from a room. I walked to the kitchen and found her.
"that's Sherlock's bedroom I don't think..." John opposed, "but my room also has loads of stuffs at the moment". Previous day John was given too many evidence from the investigation scene, and he gathered all of those in his room.
"may I use the kitchen table?" I asked and it wasn't a good idea as I looked at it. Microscope, test tubes and everything was scattered.
"it's okay, use my room" permitted the detective.
"really?" asked John watson.
"I see no other way, Rosie is already there, go ahead Melody." Nodding to him I went to his room, John watson looked a little baffled though, wonder why, maybe Sherlock doesn't allow many people to his room. Entering, I found a bed where Rosie was sitting with her drawing notebook and colors, a cupboard, round mirror on a cabinet and ..
"I'm closing the door, so the noise from the living room doesn't disturb you two" said John before shutting the door behind me and I went on inspecting Sherlock's room, yes a picture of bee hanging on the wall and beside it...
"my goodness" I said walking towards it. My violin doodle that he slipped into his pocket, framed?
"Sherlock framed it the next day" said Rosie.
I touched the photo, I've always loved when people decorated my paintings in their rooms, but it was just a doodle, and a doodle was hanging on the wall of sherlock holmes's bedroom.
"he definitely did" I replied.
"he liked it so much" said Rosie, I was quite surprised yet pretty happy I kept looking at it until I remembered my job there and I turned to rosie saying,
"but now it's time for you to color the hut we sketched last day".
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Half an hour passed and she started adding the details as I told her and I? I took out a small notepad, yes I started carrying one, for I love to doodle to pass my time, but this time I knew not what to sketch so I just sketched random patterns, while the door flung open.
"hello Rosie, hello Melody" Sherlock greeted and we smiled, his eyes seemed to realise that I found my doodle on his wall, and he cleared his throat before speaking, "hope you don't mind your doodle here". He said.
"ofcourse not" I said getting down from his bed and walking towards the hanged drawing, "I've always loved my paintings on people's walls."
Sherlock smiled, "but it's not .... it's not particularly given to me is it, I'm just too proud that your art is on my wall."
"that's even better, you liked a freaking mindless doodle, so much that you decorated it". How much he's liked my doodle right? How much he respects me as an artists, How proud he is of me... I mean my art.
"mindless? it's wonderful" he said, touching the frame exactly where I did in the beginning.
"it's actually true, see the violin doodle looks good over the writings" I said.
"yes... it certainly does, but writing?" he enquired and that made me look closely, that's when I realised it wasn't writing..
"music notation, oh ... I'm... sorry... sorry Sherlock" I didn't know how to apologise for ruining his notations, "I should've looked at it before doodling on it".
"don't apologise Melody " how magical it is that him calling my name can calm me down, I was panicking for the blunder I made but just one word from his mouth which is my name, helped me calm down, "don't you think it looks wonderful on the notation ". He asked, it definitely looked wonderful, aesthetic,
"your violin being sketched on the music notes, it's ethereal". I couldn't help but praise my own creation, our creation... wait... our? wow.
"ofcourse, your doodle is the best part I must admit" he said.
"but the notes makes it... aesthetic" I giggled.
"violin's Melody is known to all, but Melody's violin is...." he replied still looking at the picture and I wonder if it was a compliment, perhaps, definitely sounded like one.
"it does, yet I ruined a song for you".
"you didn't, it's a common song and I'll get it again" he assured.
"what song is it?" I asked out of curiosity. Sherlock gave me a look before saying,
"can't help falling in love with you".
"how beautiful it'd sound on violin " I knew I sounded as fascinated as I truly was, "but it does look aesthetic, yes".
There was a moment of silence before Sherlock took a deep breath and said, "I am not a romantic man but..." he trailed off, "I wonder what happened that I wanted to play it... the day you..."
Before he could finish there was a notification alert on my phone and I regretted reading the text infront of him, it was from Lucas, a guy I had a tremendous crush on, saying,
"Monday dinner date, confirmed?" Sherlock read out loud, "sorry for invading into your privacy." He uttered in a way that stated he wasn't sorry at all. Was he agitated?
"no it's..." I knew not what to say.
"you should reply to him" he suggested.
"maybe later" I said before turning to Rosie, "for now I need to check Miss Watson's art isn't it?"
Rosie seemed less cheerful when she nodded, she just looked at Sherlock once, when I remembered he was about to tell me about the song,
"oh Sherlock, were you saying something, about the notation?"
Sherlock shook his head before saying, " wonder what was it" and went away through the door hastily. Leaving me with the thousand thoughts, wondering what he might've been wanting to tell me about it.
"you have a date?" asked the seven years old.
"no... no it's not like" I wasn't sure if I should discuss it with her.
"I'm sorry for asking that Ms Ball" she apologized.
"don't be" I said and checked her drawing"the hut is wonderful, so.. see you on Monday then dear" We smiled at eachother and yet she wasn't as cheerful as she always is, she looked at the door through which Sherlock went, guess we both noticed something made him a little sad, taking my bag I went straight outside to the entrance, John watson was in the kitchen and Sherlock was picking a paper from the matle piece.
"See you, Monday " I said to both.
"okay, goodnight Melody " said John Watson.
"hmm" Sherlock just hummed, what happened to me? why I wanted to have him utter my name so badly.
"guess today I'm on time, you won't have to worry Sherlock " I said so to make him notice me, say something to me, even the arguments we often find ourselves into, he looked at me eventually.
"perhaps, Melody" what a relief it was to hear it again. "hope you reach home safely."
And with that I went out, seeing him caring for me was enough to make me smile all my way... my my, I got used to his care but Lucas. He should be my focus, was Sherlock disappointed at him? wonder why?