The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 14: 2 cool 4 school

Your P.O.V.

And then the screen went black.

Oh no.

I have a shred of dignity.

Not going to ask for help.

No way.

Then the curtains moved a bit.

It probably was the wind.

But Sherlock never opens the window at night.

Fuck.

'Sherlock?' You asked, your voice slightly shaky and muffled because you were sitting on the couch, hugging your knees and hiding your face behind them.

'Yes?' Sherlock asked, his voice coming from the kitchen, he had been doing experiments all evening and hadn't been really communicative.

'It ended.' You said with a small voice as you were hoping that Sherlock would be able to protect you from whatever was in the dark.

'That's nice.' He said, not really paying attention to you, he was probably mutilating some kind of body part.

'It was scary.' You went on, hoping he would get the hint and give his girlfriend some attention.

'Oh really? That's not something one would expect from a horror movie.' Sherlock answered sassily, you just ignored his statement.

'Can you come over here?' You asked, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

'I though you wanted me gone.' He said dryly and you almost sighed at his pettiness. You wanted to watch the movie with him, but he kept ruining the atmosphere with comments about how impossible everything that happened was, so you send him away.

'I would never.' You said gasping, trying to come across as innocent.

Sherlock didn't react to that and you knew he wasn't going to budge.

'Sherlock?' You asked again, but the only answer you got was the high pitched sound of glass bottles colliding against each other.

'Spock?' You asked again, giving him one last chance to answer you before you became an annoying little shit. He kept on ignoring you.

'Sheeeeeerlyyy.' You chimed, trying to get a reaction out of him, but nothing.

So you went over you plan B. You crouched on the sofa, and stabilised yourself with your hands, then you stepped on the coffee table. From that point you swept the room with one look, to locate the object you were looking for.

There you are.

Lying on Sherlock's desk, perfect.

The best way to get to there was to jump on Sherlock's chair and grab it from there.

You can do this, remember, you're the greatest British ninja in the nation!

...

Or the living room, that's more realistic.

You prepared yourself for the jump, but you leaped too far and clashed against the back of the chair, causing it to topple over with you still on it. You gripped it tight, and when it came down, you were standing on the part where you usually would rest your back.

You looked up triumphantly to Sherlock, hoping he would've seen it and give you some kind of praise but he was ignoring you, not even glancing your way. You huffed, and went on acquiring the object you had been looking for. Your Nerf gun (that's a plastic toy gun that looks badass and shoots foam darts with plastic tops).