Deductions In A Mind (Sherlock BBC One-Shots)

Afganistan or Kabul? (John Watson)

Silvia must be coming back home soon, it's boring without anyone to make me seem smarter.

Y/n was flipping through the channels, going past a cooking channel, then to a news reporter talking about something boring, next a fiction movie, past that was a crime scene with people 'Over-reacting'. Boring, boring, boring, Ew, but boring. Ugh. She started to slide down her one-person couch, legs spread out being comfortable.

Y/n sent out a text to her flatmate, but no one responded.

"Silviaaaaa-" The door right then and there opened,

"Oh, well hello-" Y/n sat up properly, stopping her speech once she saw two other men, one taller with dark curled hair, coat collar up his neck unbuttoned. Straightforward, a possible drug addict? Y/n stood up and walked around the tall figure, smelling him. "Bad," She whispered behind his back,

"Excuse me what?" The shorter guy asked, dirty blonde, dark tan...

"Y/n..." Silvia started, "Not now Silvia, please explain why there are two men standing in our flat."

Silvia sighed, "Ok, John, Sherlock, meet my flatmate Y/n, Y/n meet my friend John and his flatmate, Sherlock."

"Oh, I didn't know you had a flatmate" "Very unsocial" Silvia answered John in a hushed tone,

"Was it Afganistan or Kabul?" Y/n asked, staring at the pair, Platonic or Romantic?-

"Umm, What?" Who was apparently John questioned "Kabul." Sherlock lied, looking dead in the eyes of the mysterious woman.

"I see that you're lying," She responded quickly, panning her eyes down then back up his body taking note of any other signs.

"How so?" Sherlock kept a straight face, impossible to read off his face,

"Well, by the look of his scars he has been attacked, multiple times, his slight tan shows that he's been in the sun near the East, Afganistan is located near the East, his slight limp on his right shows he's been shot before and his eyes are as horrified as someone who has been back from a war, let me see your phone?" Y/n talked quickly but held her hand out waiting for the object.

"Uh, yeah sure?" John handed her his dented iPhone but her hand rejected back,

"No thank you, I said see, not physically touch." Sherlock managed to chuckle a laugh as Y/n turned around and smirked, "Dented phone, scratch marks and it's an old quality, is it safe to say that this phone was a hand me down by an older sibling? Somebody who gets drunk at least once a week, possibly from a bad relationship?" She turned back to stare at all of them, Silvia's look was full of pure 'Doneness' of the situation, Sherlock was once again hard to read, and John was still shocked.

"How?" "I told you, John, It's just obvious," Sherlock said as he sat down in Y/n's chair. "So I was right." She mumbled under her breath, a look of satisfaction on her face,

"Did you tell her any of this?" "Nope!" Y/n replied, hopping over the other chair in front of Sherlock and plopping down,

"I believe that's my chair." "I know" He still sat there, smiling at himself.

"I can tell, Drug abuser." Sherlock turned around at the remark and this silent conversation of bickerings keep going at John and Silvia just watched,

"I'll get you all a cup of tea," Silvia walked out of the room,

"I prefer a coffee please, black with two sugars and one milk."

"Y/n, it's 7 in the evening" Silvia poked her head back in the room,

"I'm so proud of you to make that deduction, I've thought you well my friend." Y/n clapped and ran her fingers through her hair as she stood back up looking at her laptop screen that was on a messy desk. Hearing a sigh come from the other room and footsteps descending, she turned around to find John missing,

"How did you tell I used drugs before?" Sherlock asked, his fingertips alined poking at his chin,

"Isn't it obvious?" Y/n smirked, flipping through the channels once more than closing it.

"Isn't everything?" "True, Say, what would you call yourself?" Y/n asked, sitting back down.

"Sherlock Holmes, I believe that is my name that I would call myself,"

"Haha, Very funny Mr. Holmes, aren't you the brother of the queen?" They laughed,

"Who Mycroft?"

"If that is his name, Yes."

"How about you?"

"Y/n L/n, Please to meet you" They shook hands as a long pause filled the atmosphere,

"The bags under your eyes, your untamed hairs on your beard, the rough nights you have trouble sleeping from most likely the use of injections, the nicotine patch marks on your forearm, and the scent of tobacco that lingers on your coat, no I don't think you use drugs at all" Y/n rolled her eyes, the use of sarcasm caught the male off guard,

"Is that a joke?" Seeing Sherlock confused from the sarcastic deduction, a smirk plastered on Y/n's face as they stood up and walked out, leaving him utterly boggled.

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