"You're going to see why Christmas is fun in the Holmes family !" [Your name] said, smirking
"Dear Lord, can I get out of the car please ?" I pleaded
"Sorry, you're in this with me buddy." Lestrade answered me with a sad smile
"[Your name], sit correctly" Sherlock scolded
"How am I supposed to ? It hurts like hell !"
"We shouldn't have gotten out then !" Sherlock growled
"I do what I want bia..."
"Can you two just stop ?!" Lestrade shouted
We were currently in Lestrade's car, with Sherlock and Sherlock The Second in the back, and me in the passenger seat. And as you can tell, there was a lot of noise coming from behind. How annoying...Plus I didn't have my coffee.
"Greg..." the kid said, suddenly serious.
"Yes ?"
"Where...Where's Mr Smith's grave is going to be ?" and at this Lestrade gripped the wheel tightly.
"I don't know..." He pursed his lips after answering.
"Where it is, or if his parents want me at the funeral ?" [Your name] said coldly.
"If you want to know, ask them" Lestrade answered and [Your name] said nothing.
This was just plain weird. There's something that I don't understand. Who was this Mr Smith ? A spy ? What does it have to do with [Your name] ? And those three talked about a gang...was it the same gang who have done that to the kid ?
"Well I guess everyone wants to punch the Holmes..." I thought while [Your name] started to play with the window.
"Stop this right now or I'm going to strangle you with the seat-belt" Sherlock warned the kid who just smiled smugly "Don't you dare [Your name] !"
He just smiled at him and pushed the button, as the window was once more going down.
"That's it, you're going out of the car...while it's moving !" I'm certain Sherlock was going to kill him.
"You're not the captain of this ship- I mean car ! Greg decide if he wants to throw me out or not !"
"...You should get more sleep" Sherlock simply said and the kid stopped playing.
"Yeah maybe...or slow down on the vodka..."
"Wait what ?" Greg said and glanced at him through the rear-view mirror.
"What ?" the kid dead-panned
"Did you say "vodka" ?" Greg frowned
"Nnnnnooooo, why the hell would I say vodka ? You're the one who needs sleep Greg!" the kid said falsely and Greg just sighed.
"We need to have a talk on that later" Greg smiled sadly "and on drugs, it concern you too Sherlock !" and both the Holmes just huffed at the same time "And John can join if he wants"
"No" they both said coldly
"Well thanks, I feel loved..." I said pursing my lips
"I love you Johnny boy, oh wait Sherlock love you more~"
I'm not even going to answer that.
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Secrets (a BBC Sherlock male! reader insert)
FanfictionWhen John thought that Sherlock was enough, he now had a second Holmes in the flat, acting all teenager-like, and who seems to have a talent for being cringy. But, somehow, he knows that behind all the jokes the young man makes, painful secrets are...
