Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 45: Christmas (prt. 2)

Sorry we skipped the part where John found out that Mary was an assassin, it was going to be incredibly boring to read and it was incredibly boring to write.

So I'm super excited because we are getting to the end of Season 3 and I have A LOT of things planned for Season 4. And let me tell you, it's quite evil. After that I will stop it there, maybe with a couple little surprises at the end *le wink*.

I hope you enjoy this part, the fanfiction is coming to it's end soon... or is it? As the famous Robert Downey Jr. inquired in his Sherlock Movies...

The End...?

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Your POV

Christmas with the Holmes'. More like Christmas with the Kranks, wait that's an actual movie. 

I, on the other  hand, was enjoying my time surrounded by the people that I love most. Sherlock, John, Mary (even though she did try to assassinate by boyfriend) and Sherlock's parents. Never mind, Mycroft he was such a drama queen.

"Oh, dear God, it's only two o'clock. It's been Christmas Day for at least a week now. How can it only be two o'clock? I'm in agony." Mycroft whines with a despairing tone, throwing his head back slowly and rolling his eyes back in his head. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Sherlock, who just shrugged and put his hands up as if this fight wasn't worth fighting. 

"Why are we doing this? We never do this."

Mrs. Holmes leans on the table and gives him somewhat of an exasperated smile; I have to give this lady credit for putting up with two little devils for multiple years. "We are here because Sherlock is home from hospital and we are all very happy." 

"Am I happy too? I haven't checked."

"Mike!" I yelled, smiling to myself afterwards because I knew that the nickname drove him crazy. "It's Christmas for god's sakes! Have a little fun, be a little... less like yourself."

"'Mycroft' is the name my parents gave me, if you could possibly struggle all the way to the end." He said, rolling his eyes and tearing his away from mine. I sighed and walked over to the table, dropping in a few pieces of fruit into a small glass of red liquid, handing it to Mrs. Holmes.

"Erm... Mrs. Holmes?" I said awkwardly, trying to get her attention and handing her the glass.

"Oh! Thank you, dear." She says peppily, looking round at me and taking a drink from the blood red liquid. "How's Sherlock treating you dear?" She asked, nudging me with her elbow and smirking. I laughed, taking one of the crackers from the counter top and biting into one. 

"He's treating me very well, thank you. He's a great person to have in my life and I love him very dearly." I said, smiling over to him, but his face was buried in a newspaper. "He could also be incredibly unbearable as well..."

"Just because I'm blocking my face doesn't mean I can't hear you, dear." Sherlock said bitterly and sarcastically, peering over his newspaper with those crystal blue eyes. 

"Unbearably handsome that's for sure." I teased, sticking my tongue out at him like a 5-year-old child. He smirked and hid behind his newspaper, trying to hide his blush.

"I see you have him 'all figured out'." Mrs. Holmes said, teasing me a bit and peering over to Sherlock, making sure he wasn't listening again. "He's quite the puzzle huh?"

"Yeah... at first he was, but now I see he's just a big ol' teddy bear." I said, walking over to him and lowering his newspaper, cupping his face in my hands and pulling him in for a kiss. Mycroft grimaced and looked away, while Mrs. Holmes just sighed dreamily and smiled, probably very happy that her high-functioning sociopath had found someone. 

Sherlock stiffened at first, probably embarrassed that this was happening in front of her mother, but relaxed and melted into it, smiling into the kiss. 

"What was that for?" He mumbled, smiling when he pulled out, keeping our faces close. I chuckled and flicked by eyes upward, he did the same and realized there was a mistletoe hanging just above us. He breathed out a silent 'oh' and chuckled, giving me one last peck before leaning into my ear to whisper, "7 minutes." 

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused but still lowering my voice.

"Don't drink anything." He whispered, nodding over to Mycroft who nods back, and Sherlock gets up from his seat, walking towards the door. "Please." He said, opening the door and walking outside into the chilly London air, Mycroft following closely behind. 

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"Mary? Jesus Christ. Mary?" I hear John from the kitchen. I was leaning against a table with my head lolled back, waiting for Sherlock to come back in.

"John?" I called, my head snapping my head back when I heard the level of concern in his voice.

"Where the hell is Sherlock?" He asked, his voice dripping with annoyance and eyes burning with fury. 

"Woah, calm down." I said, walking over to him and looking around his shoulder to see Mary slumped on the couch, breathing softly. 

I hear the door creak open and a giddy Sherlock bounces through, looking around the room to see everyone leaning on a surface, apparently knocked out. "They're all breathing." He said, checking his mother and his father before walking towards us.

"Did you just drug my pregnant wife?" John asks, looking back towards me and Sherlock when he saw how we were being so calm. "What the hell have you done?"

"A deal with the devil." Sherlock said, smirking and grabbing my hand, pulling me out of the door. I squealed and shrugged my shoulders, motioning for John to come with. I didn't see his reaction because I was startled by the chopping sound of a nearby helicopter. I gaped in awe at the thing, because I'd never ridden one. A few minutes later, John comes bounding out of the door out of annoyance and also stops to look at the thing chopping in front of us. 

"Coming?" He asked, throwing his arm around me when John reached our side. 

"Where?" John asked, his fists still clenched and sass in his voice. 

"D'you want your wife to be safe?"

"Yeah, of course I do."

"Good, because this is going to be incredibly dangerous." He quick fired, looking down at my smirk and putting his hand back at his side, staring at the black helicopter in front of us. " One false move and we'll have betrayed the security of the United Kingdom and be in prison for high treason. Magnussen is quite simply the most dangerous man we've ever encountered, and the odds are comprehensively stacked against us." I was barely listening to his words when I realized what day it was, and what we were doing on this day.

"But it's Christmas." I whined, butting my head into his shoulder.

"I feel the same." He said, smiling down at me but his smile quickly faded when he saw my pouty expression. "Oh, you mean it's actually Christmas." He rolled his eyes and looked at John. "Did you bring your gun as I suggested?"

"Why would I bring my gun to your parents' house for Christmas dinner?!" John yelled, then looked a bit guilty as he looked at Sherlock and what he had in his hand. 

"Is it in your coat?" He said smirking, holding out the coat in his right hand. John took it from him and rolled his eyes.

"Yes." He said tetchily, taking the gun from out of the pocket and holding it in his hand. 

"Off we go, then." He said, smirking, grabbing my hand and walking me towards the helicopter.

"Where are we going?" I ask, latching my hand with his and matching his long strides. 

He muttered one word, one word that he knew I knew and I was terrified of: 

"Appledore."

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Hey guys! We're going to APPLEDORE!!!!!!!!

Have a great day my lovelies xx