Heavenly Holmes • Sherlock x Reader

12 • reflection

"It is perfectly normal for a mother to have hallucinations when her child could have possibly been under threat. Don't overthink it, mate." DI Lestrade mumbles quietly to Sherlock as I sit at the police station and hold William close to me.

"I'm so sorry, mummy. I just wanted to go feed the stray cats outside. They were begging for food...but then I got lost." William sighs.

"You had us worried sick. You are not allowed to go anywhere on your own without our permission from now on, okay?" I sniff, running a hand through his hair as he nods.

I avert my gaze to Sherlock, who still seems to be discussing something with Lestrade. They were probably talking about me, from the way of which they completely stopped their conversation when they noticed me looking at them.

Sherlock walks over to me quickly and crouches so that he is at eye level with William. He extends a hand and pinches William's cheek:

"You are in very big trouble, you pesky little insect."

"Owwwww!" William whines.

I cannot help but to smile.

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"Please mummy, can I pleeeaase go to Mrs Watson's house?" William begs, as Mary is about to leave the station.

I frown at Mary.

"Don't worry, love. I'll be watching over them. I think he just felt a little lonely, so spending time with Anna today will maybe make him feel better." Mary hugs me, "Besides, you and Sherlock should spend more time together."

I watch them as they leave, William's tiny hand fitting perfectly into Mary's palm like he was her own son. How did she know all these things about William that I didn't?

Just as they leave, my gaze is soon stuck to the window by the door. In a matter of seconds, he takes his form. His grin even wider than the last time I saw him. His face paler than when he was standing next to my son's corpse. He looks so real...

My spine chills suddenly when I feel a hand at the small of my back. I turn my head and look at Sherlock. His eyes scan over me before averting to the window:

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing." I shrug.

I watch his eyes, his gaze locked onto my neck while he gently begins to wrap the soft cloth of his scarf around my neck and twist it before tucking it in very carefully. This was strange. My heart rate increased at him treating me this way. Dressing me, like he did in high school. He truly made me feel like a child.

"I want to take you somewhere today..." Sherlock says quietly, gently brushing off dust from the shoulders of my coat with the back of his hand.

"No." I mumble, not moving my eyes from his face as he played with the button on my sleeve, doing his best to avoid my gaze.

He stops what he is doing and looks into my eyes. His expression hardens slightly and his concerns are visible:

"Why not?"

"I don't feel well Sherlock. I haven't been in the right state of mind ever since I returned from...Sherrinford." I say slowly, finding the words painful as I stared at the window.

"What do you mean?"

I feel myself wanting to run away from this question for some reason. I couldn't bring myself to ever talk to Sherlock about my experiences while in that prison- be it real or not- and how they still haunt me when I close my eyes.