BBC Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock x Reader | Janine.

Description: Sherlock cheats on you with Janine. In this he is actually with Janine, not just for Magnussen.
Warnings: Cheating, Sad, Swearing.
Word Count: 978
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Nothing can describe the feeling I'm experiencing shake through my body as I stand in the front door. It is like a giant hand picking me up and squeezing my entire body like it was just crumpling a useless piece of paper. I feel my heart sink so far and so fast that I feel like I'm going to be sick. It takes less than two seconds for tears to drift down my face and for me to drop the groceries I was holding. John looks up at me wide eyed, then back at Sherlock.

Sherlock continues to sit with Janine practically on his lap. He 'boops' her nose as they continue to ignore my existence.

Unless I've been heavily mislead, Sherlock and I have been in a relationship for almost a year now. I met him shortly after he met John, I've watched him through his hardest times and his happiest. What the fuck is Mary's maid of honour doing sitting on him, when she knows that we are, well, were, together?

"Oh, Y/n! It's nice to know that you and Sherlock are still friends! I've got to run but it was nice seeing you again, and you too John." She says cheerily. Apparently the tears on my face and my hyperventilating was not prominent enough for her puny little brain.

"Still, friends?" I choke out, it's so quiet only John hears, and he pushes his face into his hands.

"Well like I've said I need to go but I will see you, my little detective," she pauses and pulls him into an uncomfortable looking sloppy kiss. "later." She finishes, hopping off his lap and brushing past me.

I look at Sherlock in the eyes and he looks back, and stares as if he hasn't done anything wrong.

"Are you just gonna leave it at that then?" I say, clenching my fists at my sides.

"Sorry?" He says. John slaps his arm, then stands up and walks to me, retrieving the groceries on the ground.

"Janine, Sherlock. Did you forget I'm your girlfriend?" I say louder.

"Oh right, it came to my attention that my feelings for you have now subsided. Do have your stuff out as soon as possible."

"Are you serious?" I say. John stands up beside me and gives my an incredible look of sympathy.

"Afraid so."

"Sherlock, you could of said that in a million other ways, all being nicer than what you just said." Says John from the kitchen.

"Why be nice?"

"Because she loves you!" John yells. By now I can't take it, and I stomp to the bedroom and begin shoving all my belongings into a bag. I have so many questions, but the biggest one of all is where am I supposed to go? I can't stay with Mrs. Hudson because that's like still living with Sherlock. Maybe John could spare me a room with him and Mary?

I grab everything important, and make my way out the bedroom. Swiftly I walk down the hall, trying to leave as soon as I can, but I'm stopped by Sherlock at the door.

"I'm sorry, Y/n."

"Why, Sherlock? How could you?" I'm stopped by my own sobs, and I push past him and out the door. I stand outside, freezing and waiting for a cab to pull up. Taking one last look behind me, I see Sherlock in the window looking down at me. I shake my head and wipe my eyes, stepping into the cab that arrived a few moments earlier. I give him John and Mary's address, and lean back, letting my feelings flow out of my body in the form of tears.

(Time skip)

I knock on the door and Mary answers, bouncing Rosie on her side.

"Y/n it's good to see you!" She says, hugging me. When she pulls away she sees my tear stained face, and frowns.

"Oh no, what's happened? Come in!" She says pulling me inside. We sit down in the living room and she sets Rosie in her crib.

"Sherlock h-he cheated on me!" I sob.

"What! With who?" She says putting a comforting arm around me.

"With, with Janine." I bring my hands to my face.

"Please tell me you're lying Y/n or so help me I will go over there right now and—"

"Mary, later. Right now I need a place to stay he, he kicked me out."

"You're staying here for as long as you need." She says, hugging me.

"Are you sure? With John and the baby I don't want to be a nuisance."

"Nonsense, Y/n you're staying. You can have the spare room."

"Thank you so much Mary, you're the best." I say hugging her.

"So, tell me more about it. How did you find out?" She asks, standing to make some tea.

"I went out to get groceries, and when I came back there they were, Sherlock sat in his chair with Janine on his lap. They made out right in front of me!" I yell, partly frustrated and the other part upset.

"Oh my god, Y/n I'm so sorry, I should've never asked Janine to be my maid of honour. This would have never happened!" She says.

"Mary, stop. It's not your fault." There's a bit of a pause, and I lay down in the sofa, my eyes tired from all the crying.

"Do you need anything?" She says.

"No, I just want to lay here." I reply, sighing.

"Okay." She says, patting me on the head then taking Rosie upstairs.

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Once again we've hit another milestone! Thank you for 800 reads I never thought I'd get this far!

May we meet again.

- SW -