Sherlock's P.O.V.
'This is our place.' Sherlock said, opening the door that led to the living room of 221B Bakerstreet.
(Y/N) was standing nervously behind him, fiddling with her fingers and catching glimpses over his shoulder of the room. Sherlock moved out of the way and let (Y/N) enter the room on her own, maybe it would refresh her memory.
But as she walked in, her brows just furrowed, her fingertips tracing across the wall, bumping with all the stuff she encountered on her way to the kitchen. When she arrived there she turned around, facing Sherlock who was still standing in the doorway.
'It's homey, but also very messy in here.' She said, looking a bit disapproving.
'Well, I'll like it more when I've cleaned up most of the stuff here.' She said, adding a sweet smile to the end to indicate that she meant no harm, Sherlock just nodded at that.
'I'll make you tea.' He muttered, walking past her into the kitchen.
'Oh no thanks, I'm more in the mood for some lemonade.' She said, and Sherlock stopped.
I've never guessed wrong; I always know when she needs a cup of tea.
'Then lemonade it is.' Sherlock nodded slowly, preparing a glass of lemonade for his supposed to be girlfriend.
She looked around the room in the meantime, picking some objects up and looking intrigued or repulsed by the décor.
'Is this a real skull?' She asked, her voice interlaced with pure and utter shock.
'Uh yeah, I used to talk to him, his name is Billy.' Sherlock said casually, slightly annoyed that he had to explain literally everything, again.
Wait, again?
She never asked about Billy, she just accepted it. This is the first time she questions the interior.
'That's, uh... unusual.' She said awkwardly, putting the skull down rather quickly, she didn't look like she was at ease.
'Here you go.' Sherlock said quickly, giving her the glass of lemonade.
She took a sip while looking around a bit more, and almost spat it out. She stood there in the middle of the living room, coughing, and thumping her chest.
'Geez, this is way to strong.' She exclaimed after she had cleared her throat.
Really? Geez? (Y/N) would have said fuck or shit or bloody hell, what's wrong with her?
'That's how you always take it, one fourth of the glass filled with syrup and the other parts water. I know because you've told me several times.' Sherlock explained, and her eyes went wide.
'One fourth? O dear, that can't be healthy, can it?' She muttered while walking to the kitchen, emptying her glass a little bit and refilling it with water.
Healthy. She suddenly cares about what's healthy.
Sherlock decided not to answer to that, just sitting down in his chair and thinking about the most logical explanation to her strange behaviour.
She's should be the same person, just with no memories, so what's the problem?
He went through his mind palace, which had taken a slightly different form in the past few months, thanks to (Y/N). Now, there wasn't a box with a few files about her, the two windows had been dedicated to her. When he walked over to the left window he could see every slightly important conversation that they had, with little bits of important information about her. The right window only contained memories of her.
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The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)
FanfictionWhen Sherlock goes off to solve another case for Scotland Yard, he doesn't expect to be greeted by a new member of the forensics team that shows serious promise of being more than an idiot. She just needs a nudge in the right direction. You are goin...
