Sherlock Holmes one-shots {Benedict Cumberbatch}

Cramps

I grab another muffin contently, curled up in my chair, and watching my favorite show. Until Sherlock walked into the room and turned off the tv. "Sherlock!" I pouted, pressing my bottom lip out. 

"The noise is distracting, I'm trying to think," he gave me a pointed look. 

"Johhhnnn," I whined softly. "He turned off my show." My eyes started to water. 

"Sherlock, turn the show back on," my brother demanded without looking up. 

"I've almost solved the case, and the noise is distracting," He huffed. By now, tears were streaming steadily down my face, not that he noticed.  

"Sis, he'll give it back," he went to reheat my heating pillow and came back with chocolate. My eyes lit up with joy upon seeing the chocolate and I whimpered in pain.

"It hurts," The tears streamed right back down my face. Cramps seem to be the worst for me on my period. 

'It's okay," John put the heating pillow back onto my stomach and stuck a truffle into my mouth.

"Are you okay?" Sherlock confusedly looked at me. "You seemed to be hurt." John opened his mouth to say something, but I stopped him.

"Let the bastard figure it out himself," I growled at John as Sherlock took a seat and stared at me. He turned my show back on and my eyes lit up with happiness. I sat contently back into my chair and popped another truffle into my mouth.

"You're on your period, three days in," he deduced me. "Is it really that bad?'

"It feels like your uterus wants to rip itself apart and kill everything else in your body," I shrugged and whimpered as another wave of cramps racked over my body.

"How do we help her?" Sherlock immediately shouted a John.

"Cuddle her, that usually works," John stared blankly at the man. Sherlock came over to me and sat me in between his legs. Then, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. He nuzzled my cheek as I gripped onto his shirt. Tears streamed down my face as again, I whimpered in pain.

"It's okay," he pulled me closer into him and kissed the top of my head. 

"Did it work?" Sherlock turned to John. 

"Why don't you find out for yourself," John smiled at Sherlock. He looked down and saw Alice fast asleep in his arms.

"Yup, it worked," Sherlock carried her to the bed and covered her up, smiling at her peaceful figure.

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