A/n thanks for all the views :) I'm taking requests and ideas for future chapters so comment here
Also sorry for being gone to make up for it this is going to be a awesome chapter and I'm thinking of doing character questions so feel free to leave questions!
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One week, it's been one week since Jim blew a hole in our home. We have gotten it prepared but Sherlock hasn't forgotten his threat to make us doubt him. I know he worries I see it in his eyes and at night when he thinks I'm asleep I hear him talk to himself about it.
Tonight was one of those nights I was in my bed under my blankets when I heard the pacing.
"He's been gone for so long...he'll do something...something big..they'll leave me..," Sherlock muttered phrases like this to himself.
I let out an exhausted sigh and checked the time, 12:43 A.M. I slip out of bed and toss on a black jacket, grey fuzzy socks, and put my messy hair up in a messy bun. The cold weather sent chills up my back as I zipped my jacket closed.
I stopped by John's room and peered through a crack, he was sound asleep. I sighed again, it was up to me to help Sherlock. I trudged to the living room to see the pacing consulting detective, completely oblivious to my presence.
"This is why sentiment is a defect," Sherlock growled before dropping onto the couch.
His light colored eyes looked up to meet my e/c ones.
"Oh...hello," he muttered.
"I understand pacing in the middle of the night and talking to yourself, but it isn't normal for you to worry about threats," I tell him.
"I'm not worried, I'm deducing," he tries to defend.
"What are you deducing," I ask?
"Well...I'm trying to figure out when Moriarty is going to make John and you doubt me and Leave," he answers slightly shyly.
That's it time for the brutal truth, "look John has been around for such a long time and he knows that you are you and has excepted you he isn't leaving. For him their isn't anything to doubt."
"What about you," Sherlock asks?
This is what he was really worried about, "well I haven't been here that long but I know you. I'm going to be completely honest, I already doubt that you're who you say."
He frowns, "o-oh."
I turn to grab his hand and he flinches.
I continue,"you didn't let me finish, I know you aren't normal because normal is not something I care for. I doubt you are who you say you are because I know you are better than you believe. Even if I'm wrong I believe in you, I believe in Sherlock Holmes."
He looks like he's thinking then a smile lights up his face. He pulls me in for a hug and I find myself smiling.
"Sure you believe in me now but what about Moriarty," Sherlock questions?
I sigh, "I'm pretty stubborn."
He kisses my forehead and I yawn tiredly, the last thing I remember is closing my eyes.
Time skip brought to you by sleep...
I didn't wake up in my bed...I was on the couch next to Sherlock. The memories of last night flooded back, it's hard to believe he doubts himself.
"Morning.." I mumble.
"Morning," Sherlock replies.
I get up with some protests from Sherlock and I decide to make some cupcakes.
"Can I help," Sherlock asks?
"I don't know can you," I ask in a teacher voice?
He roles his eyes, "seriously, may I help."
"I feel like you'll mess up my process," I joke.
"You just said you believe in me," he sighs.
"Fine, but if you mess up my white chocolate red velvet (a/n idk go with it) mint cupcakes we are having problems," I sass.
"How hard can it be," he asks?
"Don't go their," I warn.
After a messy yet fun baking experience we have a (cumber)batch of cupcakes! We frosted them in an incident that caused me to get blue frosting on my nose, sprinkle in Sherlock's hair, and white frosting on the counter.
"Look what's in my hair y/n," Sherlock pouts.
"Looks what's on my nose," I justify.
"You still look adorable," he grumbles.
It's like he realizes his mistake and goes red the same time I do. Thank goodness John walks in.
"I'm back, I left early to see Mary and run errands," he Explains.
"We made cupcakes," I tell him.
"Oh and I picked up the mail y/n your friend June is getting married. I've also received new that..hhhmmh." John mumbles through a bite of a cupcake.
"I got an invite to June the dress girl's wedding that's cool and what was the last part," I ask?
"Remember awhile back when you stopped that college student that killed people who got better grades than her," John states.
"Yeah they put her on death row," I say.
"Well she survived, escaped, and is now out to kill you," John says.
"What," I ask shocked?!
"Yes but it's going to be fine," John adds.
"Of course this happens," I say before eating a cupcake.
