Sherlock Oneshots

𝐴 𝐺𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

TW: none

"It's an irrefutable matter, John! There has to be a pattern here. Somewhere there is a pattern. I've tried the books, blogs, posts!
What is the code-what is the code-WHAT IS THE CODE??" Sherlock shouted without remorse. Anger brewed heavy in his chest as he held his head in his hands.

He had been on this case for over a day now and he got stuck trying to figure out a vault code. He ran rampant all morning, digging for anything he could possibly think would be applicable as a security code.

"Don't look at me like that, John. I'm not stopping until I find that bloody co-."

Sherlock finally looked up to realize he was yelling at an empty chair. His friend and partner was no longer in the flat too hear him rant on. A wave of self consciousness raced to Sherlock's face.

John had left some time ago, and he never realized it. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, rather more frequent than not. But Sherlock would get so wrapped up in his case and thoughts that he would lose concept of both time and reality. And now he was once again shot back to the reality where John Hamish Watson was no longer in the room. Sherlock peered into the kitchen in search of him, to which he only saw the ever growing cluster of experiment supplies. As he scanned around, a figure in the doorway had caught his glimpse, making him do a double take. It was you.

"Oh hello, Y/N." Sherlock grinned. He held his hands together in his usual relaxed pray position.

"Hi...am I interrupting something?" You asked.

"No, unfortunately not."

You were puzzled at what kind of answer that was, but you brushed it off.

Sherlock trailed down from your face to see a plate of something in your hands.
It had some plastic wrap over the top, which kept secret what the mystery plate contained.

"What's that?" He asked, nodding in your direction.

"Oh, I erm...made some cookies today and I thought I'd share them with my friends." You smiled, displaying your baked creations.

Sherlock scrunched his eyebrows and held his mouth slightly open before responding.

"Oh."

He sounded surprised. And he was. Maybe it was the fact that you called him your friend, or maybe it was the fact that no one had ever baked a gift for him. Nevertheless, he didn't expect it.

"Chocolate chunk." You began to explain as you walked into the room. "John can have some too if he likes."

You looked into the kitchen expecting to see Mr Watson, but his presence was missing entirely. You squinted your eyes quizzically.

"Is he in the bathroom or something?" You asked.

"No, he probably left hours ago." Sherlock replied.

"But I thought I heard you talking to John just a second ago?"

"I was. I guess I never realized he left."

Sherlock picked up his cup of tea and took a sip.

Though you were perplexed, this was Sherlock you were talking to, so you chose to brush off the confusion of the moment. You shook your head to disperse your thoughts.