Secrets (a BBC Sherlock male! reader insert)

Part 2: The case

When I woke up the next day, it was past eight a.m.

Shit ! I am late for work ! I quickly got up, and started to get myself dressed...But it was Saturday.

I facepalmed with a groan and decided to go downstairs. Sherlock's never up until around ten a.m, but I feel like the kid must be awake.

Descending the last stairs, I saw garbage bags with suspicious content outside the kitchen. Looking up, I pleasantly saw [Your name] sweeping, headphone on his ears, blasting what I recognized as AC/DC.

He suddenly stopped, maybe feeling my presence behind him, and turned around ready to attack me with the broom. As a reflex I put my fists in front of my face, ready to fight. We stared at each other for a moment. After a short moment, his eyes soften and he relaxed, putting his headphone around his neck and stopping the music. I too, relaxed.

"Don't do that John !"

"If you didn't have your headphone on your head...whatever, you should rest, moving is bad for your injuries" as soon as I said that, he pulled a face.

"It's too boring ! Look I cleaned the kitchen, and put Sherlock experiments in those bags, he's gonna kill me though...John, do you know where we can put body parts ?"

"Er..." I arched an eyebrow as the door of Sherlock's bedroom swung open.

"My experiments are not going anywhere !" said man shouted.

"I thought you were sleeping." the kid said leaning on the broom.

"Well I thought you were sleeping too, until I woke up and didn't see you beside me !"

"Wait what ?" I asked confused

"Ew John, I don't like what you're thinking right now..." [Your name] said

"I'm sorry, it's just that... I mean..."

"Don't worry, I get it, don't be jealous though !"

"No. No, no, no and no ! Stop making innuendo about my sexuality, I will repeat this one last time : I am not interested in Sherlock at all and I am in no way homosexual !"

"It's your turn to be friendzoned Sherly, don't worry bro I'm here if you feel sad."

"Shut up fanboy. He was in my bed because he couldn't sleep last night, so he just came in my bedroom saying "move your butt aside, I'm sleeping here !" and just threw his pillow in my face before faceplanting in my bed...needless to say that was stupid considering his bruises hurt afterward."

"So, you don't have broken ribs ?" I said

"Your intellect and sense of observation are rubbing off on people Sherlock, be careful you might loose your job !...Meh. No I don't."

"[Your name]" Sherlock said to him, glaring dagger.

"Yeah Sherl' ?"

"What did you do to my stuff ?"

" I cleaned the flat ! It was worse than mine, and that's saying something !"

"It was clean, in my way ! Everything had a place so I can find it ! And you just ruined it ! How people can't see that's my way to organize ? And people like you and Mycroft, move things aside, and I lose time searching for it !"

[Your name] looked at him for a moment. He then let the broom fall down.