Chemicals And Deduction: Sherlock X Reader

Two

Hey guys... Been a while,oops, good writing Flossie! Anywhore, I hope you enjoy this lil chapter. Xx

Poor Molly, she still has a crush on Sherlock after all this time... Bless her. She is slowly learning that he just uses her which just breaks your heart.  You take a couple steps closer to their flirtation fest, just enough to hear what they are saying.

"So Sherlock, um, I was wondering if, um, you would like to have coffee with me? Sometime soon?" Molly is standing awkwardly next to Sherlock, not knowing what to do with her arms. "Sherlock?" she asks again when he doesn't reply. You curse him silently under your breath, he's got her wrapped around his little finger.

"I'm sorry Molly, I'm kind of wrapped up in this case at the moment." She lets out a small sigh and you feel evermore sorry for her. "You know, you had it coming with what's-his-face." He says, referring to her rough night. Molly immediately tenses up and you know that he has gone a step to far.

"Harry" Molly corrects, her lips set into a straight line. You take a step closer towards the door.

"Yeah, him." Sherlock looks up from whatever the fuck he's looking at and stares Molly dead in the eye with the sweetest smile playing on his lips. "This whole romance thing isn't exactly going that well for you, is it?" Tears start to well up in Molly's eyes. You take two more steps towards the door so you are right in the doorway. "Why don't you just give up, it's not exactly getting you anywhere-"

"Sherlock" you say abruptly making Molly, but not Sherlock, jump. Sherlock turns to face you with the prettiest smile. Umm that's a bit weird Y/N, you think to yourself. Molly lets out a breath that she didn't know she was holding when Sherlock's back was turned, she flashes you a quick smile, tears silently flowing down her face now then turns and runs out of the opposite door. "Can I talk to you for a second please?" you command politely.

"Of course" he answers and you walk into the room, closing the door behind you. You walk up to to him and stare at him, so done with his bullshit. You stand there for a good two minutes just staring at each other, your rage bubbling up. "What?" He asks. You lose it.

"What? Really? You reduce Molly to tears in one of the cruelest ways possible and all you say is what? You disgust me Sherlock Holmes." you start shouting now. "She actually likes you and you use her as if she's nothing! It's almost daily that you hurt her feelings badly enough to make her cry, even if she didn't like you, and you can't treat her like that!" rage is filling up inside of you now and spilling out through words like daggers that you are shooting at Sherlock. Why are you so emotional? You are never usually like this, you blame it on having a soft spot for Molly, she is like a little sister.

"Calm down Y/N" he says, half seeming genuinely saddened by the fact that you are shouting at him. This strikes a nerve for you and makes you falter for a second. Why is Sherlock Holmes affecting you? Why are you affecting Sherlock Holmes?

"Calm down?" you laugh. "You really don't understand do you?" he shakes his head, eyes wide, he is full of innocence. What the fuck is going on. "Well don't ask how I know you're heartless." you snarl before mentally shouting at yourself, you know that's not quite true, you see how he cares for John. A brief wave of shock mixed with hurt washes over his face before its immediately replaced by an emotionless anger. This is the Sherlock you know. The one that doesn't scare you with sudden emotions.

"Emotions are unnecessary, quite frankly, and make you run around in circles. They don't get you anywhere."

"I am afraid sir that you yourself, however much you may claim that they are stupid, however little you show them and however much you wish you didn't, you have emotions. You can't act like a heartless bitch and hurt others who care about you to hide that." He laughs in your face at this statement.

"Y/N, I am a highly functioning sociopath, when have I ever shown emotion, no, when have I ever shown emotion in front of you? By God have you seen what they do to people, what they do to you?" you lock eyes with him and feel your face turn stone.

"That doesn't mean you can be the cause of what they become"

"You're saying that... that-," He gestures to the door that Molly left through "is all because of me? No, you've got it wrong, it is all because of herself." you take a step closer to him and you can feel your eyes blazing.

"Don't make Molly a wreck and say it's her own fault Sherlock Holmes." He takes a step towards you so you are now eye to eye, faces inches apart from each other.

"OK, so I say it's my fault, done. But even if it is, why does it matter? She is useful for cases.  Surely people's lives are worth a few delicate tears."

"Yes Sherlock, cases are important, that is obvious but she would be so much more useful to us if you didn't mess with her head! You may be the astounding Sherlock Holmes with his incredible deduction skills but I fail to see how you can be so blind and so stupid that you think that you can use and abuse people just like that!"

"Yes but I fail to see, Y/F/N, how you can think that I am stupid for knowing how humans work without the fancy stuff getting in the way!" You glare at him, not believing what he is saying.

"That's the prettiest pile of bull shit that I've ever heard! You are doing-"

Ohmygod...

Pupils...

How the hell did you not notice? It's all there! It was staring you in the face, quite literally, for fucks sake. You laugh, take a couple of steps back and burst into hysterics, leaving a baffled Sherlock with his mouth wide open. "What" he asks leaving you to answer with another fit of giggles.

"OK," you manage to say "so maybe I was wrong, maybe you dooo show emotions and feelings. Possibly." you double up laughing again. You look back up at Sherlock and see his still completely confused face. Come on give him another clue. "Even though I was wrong the answer is no. I'm sorry Mr Sherlock Holmes but I won't be needing your services in that department at the moment." Slowly but surely confusion turns into realisation and then realisation turns into dread. You give him a sickly sweet smile and skip out of the room. You pass John who had obviously heard the entire thing. He looked even more clueless that Sherlock did, bless them how do they survive on their own?

As you reach the end of the corridor you break into a smile and exit the building. You hail a cab and relax as soon as you sit down. God.

Sherlock Holmes actually likes you.