Have Mercy On My Heart (Sherlock fanfiction)

Before/After

Maybe the next day was Sherlock's day off, or he didn't feel the need to pester anyone at the station, but I made it to the freedom of my day off without seeing him, though I woke up around 8am to him blowing up my phone again.

Not that I didn't have a good time with him, but having good times and then not having good times were part of the game, and I didn't want to play by the rules, so therefore I had to think out my next interaction with Sherlock.

I couldn't just try to be his friend or anything like John, nooo, because I already tried that and failed. I just wish I knew John's secret.

Truthfully, my days off generally consisted of me sleeping till 8am, cuddling with Draco till 9am, and then raiding my fridge for leftover takeout for breakfast for preparation of after all of this being done, I plant my butt on my couch and watch Netflix till it was dinner time and I order fresh take out.

But this morning at a little before 8, my phone received so many texts in the span of one minute, it sounded like my phone was vibrating as it counted down to an explosion. The vibrations disrupted the air, sending waves to where I was sleeping, successfully waking me up and annoying my cat so much he left me.

"Ughhh," I groaned to myself, reaching my hand out to the abyss that was not my bed and my cat, and pulled my phone off it's charger. I rolled unto my back and held the phone a foot from my face to see what it's deal was.

Five unread texts from Sherlock Holmes. Oh, boy.

Where are you?

There is a dead body, you should be here. You're late.

Lestrade has informed me it is your day off.

Tell me it isn't true.

OH GOD YOU LEFT ME WITH ANDERSON

I read through the texts quickly, groaning outwardly, but my heart fluttered excitedly. Damn you, heart! I sighed, squinting at the screen. My fingers plucked a response back, drawing it out to two texts.

I'm sleeping

Leave me alone

But despite my reply, his response was immediate and ignored what I just said.

His idiocy will contaminate the evidence.

Your idiocy will contaminate the evidence, I thought to myself grumpily, but I texted back something else.

Be nice.

His texts in reply yet again disregard what I previously said, so I don't know why I keep it going.

At least you don't speak. He never shuts up!

He's got it all wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

I rolled my eyes at the phone and sat up to reply, dragging my response into three texts to him.

You're such a big baby

Let him do his job. I have a right to a day off and he has a right be at a crime scene

If you hate him so much then leave

It took a couple minutes for him to reply to that and I actually thought I'd finally shook him. Groaning again, I flung my feet off the bed and stood up, making my way to the kitchen to scavenge the fridge, but my phone vibrated in my hand as I walked.

But murders where the husband or the maid he's sleeping with don't do it are so much fun.

I clicked my tongue. It's a wonder how he's kept his small group of friends if things like this come from his mouth. I sent my last texts to him before shutting off my phone and putting cold leftovers in the microwave.