Sherlock x Reader: Mystery At The Museum

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After about five movies, John decided to turn in. This left only you and Sherlock.

Sherlock POV

Damn it, John, why did you have to leave me with her, I think. 

I look over at (F/N) and see her stuff her face with popcorn and goobers. She kinda looks like a chipmunk now, how cute. 

What are you doing Sherlock, love is nothing but a nuisance. 

I must have had a strange look on my face cause (F/N) looked at me with a worry in her eyes.

Your POV

I was watching another couple get slaughtered when I saw that Sherlock had a weird look on his face. 

"Sherlock are you okay?" I ask. 

He turns towards me and said, "Yeah nothings wrong."

Still not fully convinced that he's fine but not wanting to push it you got up and decided to clean the kitchen. After washing the third bowl, I felt a presence behind. 

"Do you need any help?"

Sherlock's voice sends shivers down my spine. As I turn around, I realize that Sherlock was really close to me. Since I'm this close to his face, I actually notice how his eyes seem silver, yet they have a hint of blue in it. If I stared any longer, I think I would have gotten lost in them forever. I feel my face heating up and quickly turn around. 

"No thank you, you go rest. My idea, my mess."

I felt that he was going to say something but decided to leave. 

I finally start to relax and get back to cleaning. After a few moments had passed, I feel a presence behind me again. 

"Sherlock I'm almost done actually, I really don't need......" As I turn around a person wearing an Anubis mask was standing in the living room. I froze in place not knowing what to do. Just as I was about to move, this person jumps over the sofa trying to grab me. I quickly dodge and try to run upstairs. The person grabs my foot and pulls me down. 

"SHERLOCK," I yell.

Sherlock quickly appears and sees me being dragged away by this person in the mask. I feel a sharp pain in my side and I scream out in pain. 

"(F/N)" Sherlock reaches out for my hand and grabs on. As he pulls me towards him, I kick the guy in the face, cracking the mask a little bit. This lets me escape into Sherlock's arms. I look at Sherlock and he looks at me. You guys teamed up to get this creep out of here. Sherlock moves in first and punches the stranger about ten times. I then hope over Sherlock's back and kicked this guy out the house. 

I quickly close the door and take a deep breath. As the adrenaline starts to fade away, the pain in my side begins to grow. I look down and see that I'm losing blood fast. The creep must have stabbed me, as I feel myself falling but I feel arms grab me quickly. 

"(F/N) hang in there, John ... JOHN" Sherlock says. 

My world fades to black, "Sherlock," I whisper before I pass out. 

(F/N)!!!