Almost Wanted

Stories and Explosions

You told your story. Tears streamed down your face and your breath came in ragged. Your voice would crack and you shook, the whole time. Sherlock sat in his chair watching you and hanging on every word. You watched him as you told your story focusing on the symmetries in his face and his eyes to keep you from stopping. You were doing this for him. John had jumped up and set down a cup of teas next you when your voice had stopped. 

"Thank you." You whispered You sipped the teas and drew in slow and deep breaths. The tea was sweet and it helped calm you down. 

"He sound like he has some fascination with you."  Sherlock said. You had watched the emotions of everything and it was mostly angry and pity. You were surprised when he said anything. 

"Yes, well he has some obsession with you Sher. It seems like you bring a lot of attention to yourself." You replied. Your voice was hoarse and you hated it. You finished off the tea John had given you and stood to wash out your cup. 

"Here let me take this." Sherlock whispered as he took the cup from you. You blinked in surprise, but nodded and sat back down. Sherlock walked back into the room after simply setting the cup into the sink. It made you smile. 

"Well, I believe it is clear you will be staying here. We don't want you by yourself for any length of time." Sherlock announced after sitting in his chair. John opened his mouth to protest, ut you beat him to it. 

"And just where do you think I would sleep." You asked a little annoyed. You can take care of yourself and didn't want to be babied. Which is why you hadn't told Mycroft what had happened. 

"I have plenty of room on y bed. Also you can place some of your clothes in my closet." Sherlock said simply. John opened his mouth, ut paused to see if you had anything to say. you didn't so he continued. 

"Sherlock, do you think this is a good idea. You never let anyone into your room." John asked really surprised. You could see in his eyes though he was hopeful of a relationship between the two of you. 

"It is only rational. The couch is uncomfortable and isn't good for long-term use. " Sherlock explained. You bit your lip thinking it over before standing up. 

"Okay, sure. I am going to get my things." You muttered before stepping out of the flat. You walked down the twelve steps and entered your flat. You opened your phone and texted Mycroft. 

I have been here almost two weeks and Sherlock has gotten me to tell him my whole story of my time with Moriarty and got me to move in with him. You should give him more credit.

You smiled briefly at the text knowing it would irritate Mycroft to no end that Sherlock got you to talk. You walked into your room and began packing. You threw all you toiletries into one bag and placed some of you pajamas and some dresses into another. You zipped them closed and picked up two pairs of heels. If you needed anymore you could come down and get them later. As you stepped into the living room you glanced around you eyes falling on the piano. You had not been given the opportunity to play since you arrived. 

You placed your bags down beside the door and sat down at the bench. Your finger slid over the keys and you tapped out a few. It was in tune perfectly as you knew it would. You bit you lip for a second, but when you heard the violin above you start to play a couple notes. You placed your hands on the keys and listened to the notes above me before joining in. You started playing. Soon your melodies matched his and a simple song was formed. You ended it very soon after you both began, a smile on your face. 

You picked up your bags and walked out of the flat for one of the last times. You turned to lock the door and froze when you heard footsteps behind you. You slowly pushed the key into the lock your eyes wide and heart hammering. You turned the lock and reached down to pick up your bags and found them gone. You whirled around to see Sherlock holding them. He had small smile on his face. 

"I will carry these for you." He said. You blinked and relaxed. 

"I almost killed you, you know. I had no clue about who was there." You whispered. You had a smile on your face as he led the way up the stairs. He turned to you and rolled his eyes. 

"Sure okay, Y/n." he replied as he entered the flat. John looked up from the telly and grinned like a fool. 

"You play so amazingly." He said. You smiled and thanked him following Sherlock into his room. He had stopped in front of you to drop off your toiletries bah in the bathroom. He had set it under the sink and went into his room with your other bag. 

"Thank you Sher." You said as he set your bag into his closet. He smiled and left you alone in his room. You picked up the bag and pulled out some pajamas and changed. You stepped into the bathroom and brushed your teeth and removed your contacts. You slid your glasses onto your face and made your way into the living room when your phone went off again. 

Sherlock snatched it from you before you had the chance to look at it. He turned a little red and handed the phone back to you silently. 

Hey lovely. i am almost out. I just have one more job. And Mycroft told me you have moved in with Sherlock. WHAT

Mary had texted you. You smiled and placed your phone on the desk and turned to Sherlock. 

"That's what you get for reading my text messages." You said with a smile. He nodded silent as he watched the telly. John stood up and clapped his hands together. 

"I am going to bed now. Shall we all go get breakfast tomorrow." John asked. You shrugged and looked to Sherlock who had the pink phone in his hand. He nodded and John nodded. 

"Right then. Goodnight, Y/n, Sherlock." John said as he went to bed.