Sherlock Imagines

Feeling Alone

Pairing:Sherlock x Fem!reader x John

Your friend disappears, so you go to the famous detective and his partner when your entire world turns around. Also, you are 16-19 years in this.

Warnings: none

Your POV

You walked down the quiet streets of London, wishing for something anything to make a sound. You had gotten in a huge fight with your best friend, and found out 48 hours later that she had disappeared suddenly. You weren't in the best of moods for the past few days and the silence wasn't helping anything. You didn't know why she left, but you definitely knew that the only person who could figure out what happened to her was Sherlock Holmes, the only person that you honestly trusted enough to figure it out.

As you got to 221B Baker Street, you could feel yourself shivering form nerves. You stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

" Hi dearie! Are you a client?" An elderly woman said when she answered the door. You nodded and she pointed to the stairs. "You'll find him right up these steps. It's the first door on your left!" She smiled at you and went into her house. You looked at the stairs, and silently hoped that he was what everyone said he was.

"It's either this or Cluedo."

"No, we are never playing that again"

"Why not?"

"Because it is impossible for the victim to do it."

"That is the only possible explanation."

"It's in the rules Sherlock."

" Well then the rules are wrong!" You heard all of this as you made your way to the door and knocked on it.

"Um. Hi. Should I come back or...?" You asked nervously

" Yes of course sorry do come in." A man said to you, getting up from his chair and coming to the door. He was short with dirty bold hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a red button up shirt, blue pants, and brown shoes. " My name is John Watson." He smiled at you and held out his hand to shake which you took. He lead you over to the chair in the middle of two chairs, the one he was previously sitting in and the other currently being sat in by the man himself. Sherlock Holmes. His black curls fell over his face and his piercing blue eyes were glazed over, signaling that he was deep in thought. He was only in a blue robe, a light blue shirt, and dress pants. He looked up at you and smiled sharply before turning around to stare straight ahead and rested his hands in the prayer position.

You sat in the seat and began telling them what happened in the nights that lead to her disappearance. You told them that you have known Amy since you were both in diapers, and she was always there for each other. You told them that you had an argument and that it had gotten so bad that you both ended actually throwing punches, showing the scar on your eye. You told them about how you went back to her house two days later, and she had completely disappeared, like she had never lived there in the first place. It was unlike her to just pack up and leave like that, especially since she had lived in that house for 5 years.

" Do you have any idea where she could have went at all?" John said to me, concern in his eyes. You shook your head, tears threatening to fall. "Sherlock? What do you think?"

Sherlock looked up at John and then you, staring at you hard.

(let's see if I could be the next Sherlock) " You are insecure, judging by the fact that you keep moving and fixing your clothes. You have anxiety, judging by the fact that you keep wringing your hands. You like emo music judging by the amount of black you are wearing, you love to dance when no one is looking and you think that you aren't pretty. You don't have the greatest relationship with your father mostly because he likes to verbally abuse you, calling you all types of negative names. You are depressed, suicidal, and hate the fact that you have to wake up everyday. Anything that I missed or got wrong?" he said, a hint of understanding in his eyes. You gaped at him, and slowly nodded your head, completely awed.

" Yeah you got everything right. I...that was amazing by the way. Is their anything that you could do about my friend?" You stared at him.

He smiled and took your hands. "I will do everything in my power to find Amy for you." He smiled at you and went to his room, most likely to get changed. You turned to John and found yourself in the warmest hug. "Do not give up ok? Keep fighting to survive even if it looks like their is nothing in your future." He lets go and turns to you, a smile on his face. You let a few tears fall and wipe them, nodding at John. He nods back and goes to make some tea. You turn around in the chair, facing the fireplace. No one had ever cared about you in the 5 minutes that they they ever had met you. You smiled to yourself and hoped this wasn't a ruse.

Suddenly, Sherlock got a call. "Sherlock! The phone is ringing! Oh, it's just Lestrade! I'll get it!"John picked up the phone and, after a moment, paled. You looked at him and got up, wondering what was so bad. "What was your name again?" John said to you. "(Y/N) (L/N)" you said, hoping someone found your friend and she was asking for you. Sherlock came out of the room, now wearing a purple shirt and black dress pants with black shoes. " Your... parents. They were... murdered. Brutally." You immediately felt weak and sat down, all of the emotions draining out of you. You sat there for a moment, completely unaware of your surroundings.

"I want to go with you. I need to see them." You said, your voice void of any emotion. Sherlock looked at you, bewildered as to why you would want to see them. you looked at them, pleading with your eyes. John stared at you, and nodded his head. Sherlock looked at John.

"Her parents just DIED John! Why would you allow this?" Sherlock slightly yelled at John, his face contorted in disbelief.

" Because they are her PARENTS Sherlock! She deserves to know what happened to them." John yelled back. You winced at the yelling but otherwise stayed silent. Sherlock stayed quiet for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Let's go then." He says, putting on his long black jacket and scarf. John helps you up and walks you out of the flat to get a cab.

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I hoped you liked my first imagine. Their will possibly be a part two to this, depending on if you guys like it.

Buh-bye for now!