Save Me Sherlock (Sherlock x Depressed Reader)

Chapter 1: Introductions

You were fidgeting nervously with the sleeves of your sweater, tugging them down and plucking out threads, while your cab drove you to your new flat. You had been there once before to check the place out and had, obviously, bought it. It happened a few weeks ago, but you still remembered it very clearly. More specifically you remembered how nervous you were. Not as much as this time of course, but enough to make you stumble over your words a bit and fidget with your clothes. It was a terrible habit you had, but it was one that was rather hard to break, especially when it was what helped you deal with your anxiety. Just like now.

It was quite ridiculous that you were getting so worked up over it. After all you have been there before. And it wasn't like Mrs. Hudson, the land lady, had been anything but kind, smiling encouragingly every time you tripped over your words and stuttered and giving you tons of snacks from her bakery, but this time the residents that live upstairs will be there. Mrs. Hudson had explained on the day you came to view the place that the people that lived in the flat above you were out that day and wouldn't be back for a while, but that you might know them if you had watched the news recently. You hadn't but immediately after you bought the place and went home, you googled the names she had given you.

John Watson was an ex-army doctor and was currently a doctor at a nearby medical center. He's famous for his blog that follows his adventures as the friend and work partner of the world's only consulting detective: Sherlock Holmes. It was not John so much that you were worried about and more so the aforementioned consulting detective.

Sherlock Holmes was the world's only consulting detective and was known for working out unsolvable puzzles and problems with his intellect and observation/deduction skills. From some of the articles you read, you gathered that he was often times very hard to get along with and was sometimes rather rude.

So yes, you were a little nervous to meet Sherlock. If he was as good at deducing and observing as he appeared to be, then you might not be able to keep your secrets to yourself much longer. I mean it doesn't take a genius to realize that when somebody wears long sleeves all the time in the summer and rarely ever eats that something might be wrong with them. But, you had already bought the flat and it would be too late to back out now, so you would just have to figure out a way to hide it from him. Not that he would care about you even if he did notice.

"Hey Miss!" you heard.

You were snapped from your thoughts by the sound of the cabbie's voice. You shook your head and looked at him apologetically as he turned around to face you.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" you asked sheepishly.

"I asked if this was the right place." he answered.

You looked out the window and saw the familiar door with the numbers 221B on it and smiled.

"Yes this is it. Thanks." you told him before handing him the money and getting out.

You took a deep breath before looking at the door and making your way over to it. You raised your hand to knock on it, when all of a sudden it swung open and there was two people standing there. You felt your heart drop to your stomach and your already racing heart began to, somehow, beat faster at the sight of them. You could clearly recognize them from their pictures and you were about to apologize for getting in their way when the taller one, Sherlock, spoke.

"We're closed right now. You'll have to come back later." he deadpanned before making his way around you.

The panic rose in your chest. What if you had come on the wrong day?

"I-I-I'm sorry. W-what?" you managed to ask, your voice timid.

Sherlock didn't turn around and continued trying to hail a cab. Instead, it was John that answered.

"I'm sorry for him. He means we aren't taking my clients today." he explained.

"Oh I'm not a-a client. I'm umm..... I'm m-moving in. To 221C." you stuttered lamely, refusing to look John in the eyes and moving out of the way of the door.

"Oh I've heard lots about you from Mrs. Hudson! I was really looking forward to meeting you, but we got a huge case today. My name's John Watson." he introduced himself excitedly and held his hand out to you.

Your eyes looked at his hand. Such a simple gesture but one that only made your anxiety worse.

"Y/n l/n." you said as you took his hand, rather hesitantly, and shook it.

"John! We don't have time for pleasantries! There's a person lying dead and a murderer on the loose. Hurry up." Sherlock yelled from the cab, emphasizing the last two words harshly.

John simply sighed and rolled his eyes before looking back to you.

"You should come up for dinner tonight since our introduction has been cut short and the three of us can get to know each other more. If you want to that is." he proposed.

You initially wanted to say that you were too busy or had other plans so that you could skip out on a severely nerve wracking experience, but you didn't want to leave a bad impression on them or act suspicious, so you simply smiled and nodded.

"S-sure." you answered.

"Wonderful. You can just come up and knock anytime after 6. See you then." he said as he walked towards a very annoyed Sherlock and got inside the cab.

You took a deep breath and relaxed. That hadn't been so bad. Sherlock didn't even pay you any attention. The worst of it was over now.

Or so you thought.