Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 38: Blame it on the Alcohol

Welcome to the Hangover Part IV!

Psyche! It's just a hangover!

I hope you like the next part, this might be my all time favorite scene in the whole series.

Enjoy!
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Your POV

My eyes snap open, then quickly snap closed as a pounding erupted in my head. I audibly groaned, causing John to rustle beside me. I attempt to open my eyes again, struggling a bit as my eye lids droop shut.

"(Y/N)...?" John rasps, and I grimace at the sound of his voice.

"Shhhh..." I shushed as my eyes finally adjusted to the light. John looked horrible, sandy hair disheveled and dark bags under her eyes.

"Wakey-wakey!" A familiar voice says cheerfully, and John and I grimaced at the same time. The pounding in my head became more intense as my whole body began to ache. I looked around and saw an arm around my stomach. I turned my head towards the side and saw a sleeping Sherlock, snoring softly in my ear.

"Get up. I'm gonna put you two in a taxi. Managed to square things with the desk sergeant." I try to sit up as I finally realize where we are.

"Greg?" I ask, finally sitting up. My head spun for several seconds, so much so that I was forced to close my eyes.

"You ok?" John slurred, extending his arm out to help me up.

"What a couple of lightweights! You couldn't even make it to closing time!" Greg laughed, staring at Sherlock on the bed, still fast asleep. I groan at the sound of his voice, struggling to stand up as I nearly pull John down with me.

"C-Can you whisper?" I stutter as John walks towards him, going towards the door.

"NOT REALLY!!!" Greg screams in my ear, and I nearly scream as the pounding in my head reaches to an almost unbearable level. Sherlock shoots up, eyes wide and mouth unhinged, looking desperately around the room. I suddenly start to get nauseas as John leaves the cell, not without giving Greg a look of hurt and betrayal.

"Come on." Greg beckons towards Sherlock and I, clearly not in the mood to wait for us. He walks out of the cell as Sherlock swings his legs over the bench, looking at me for help.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." I whispered smugly, sitting down with him and throwing his arm over my shoulder. Slowly, I lifted him off the bench, his weight almost unbearable on my shoulders. He touched his fingers to his temples and wobbled on his foot, trying to regain his balance.

"You okay?" He winced at my voice, "Sorry." I whispered again as I started to delicately lead him towards the opening cell door. A lady was standing at the front desk with a familiar coat and sweatshirt, tapping her toes and barely hanging onto the clothes while she looked at her phone.

"Thank you." I said, taking my sweatshirt, groaning from the pain that shot through my body. This was the worst hangover in ever had, I didn't even know they could get this bad.

Grunting with effort, Sherlock throws on his coat while staring at John. "T-thanks for... you know... an evening."

"It was awful." Sherlock shot back, popping up his coat collar.

"I was going to pretend, but it truly was." John said, stretching his arms out a bit while Sherlock pinches the bridge of his nose.

I, however, was standing beside Sherlock swaying from side to side trying to keep myself from vomiting all over the floor. My eyes stung, my head felt like 1,000,000 sledgehammers were coming at it at once, and I was turning a pale shade of green that really wasn't my color.

"Darling, are you alright?" Sherlock pressed his lips to my ear and whispered.

"Do I look alright?" I asked sarcastically, turning my head and kissing his cheekbone.

"Alright, you're free to go." Greg comes up from behind us, scaring the crap out of both Sherlock and I.

"Thanks Giles." Sherlock slurred a bit, still drunk from last night? Highly unlikely.

Greg rolled his eyes and shooed us out of the police station, clearly not in the mood for anymore of our grumpy and hungover company. "John haul a taxi." I groaned as John walked to the side of the road, holding his arm out.

"I love you, (Y/N)." He stated out of the blue, giving me a lopsided smile and kissing my forehead.

"I love you too. Let's get back to the flat, I think you need a few more hours of rest." I chuckled, leaning my head on his shoulder as John didn't seem to have a lot of luck hauling a cab.

"As long as you sleep with me." He coaxed, leaning his head on mine as we watched John idiotically try one last time to haul the next passing next taxi.

"Of course." I replied happily, lacing my fingers with his and giving his hand a light squeeze. "I feel dizzy." I wobbled in his arms, and he squeezed my shoulders to keep me steady.

"You can blame that on the amount of Hennessy we consumed." He smirked, swaying me from side to side a bit as John finally managed to get a taxi.

"I think I'll blame it on the alcohol in general."
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Yay! Hangover part 4! I actually made a song reference in the last few lines, and I only like that song because the people of Glee sung it and it was byotiful!

Anyway, sorry for the short and pretty bad part, and I'll stop saying that the next part is going to be better because clearly my Fanfiction is falling to shit because I'm a shitty excuse for a writer.

Sorry for my pity party I've been going through a fuck load of stuff lately and it's kinda piling on me at once. I could really use someone to talk to but all of my friends have their own problems and now I'm ranting I won't take up anymore of your time.

I hope you're enjoying the fanfiction. Have a great day my lovelies xx