Sherlock x Reader

Chapter 5

The taxi pulled up on Baker Street after what felt like hours of awkward silence. "Do you want to come to our flat for a bit i can make some tea?" John asked with a soft grin.

"N-No thank you," you politely declined John's offer, "I live really c-close, I can just walk home from here."

John looked at you, surprised, "Oh really, do you want to come in anyway?"

"Um- sure," you responded with a closed-mouthed smile, you didn't like the thought of turning him down. Sherlock immediately shot his head up at your response, he deduced you. He knew that you didn't want to come in and have tea, he could tell that you were uncomfortable, he couldn't quite but his finger on it, but you unease was blatantly obvious.

All three of you got out of the cab and walked towards 221b, John and Sherlock's flat. John was ahead, as he had the keys and was going to open the door. Sherlock stopped you before you entered the flat, he leaned ever so slightly closer, "I know that you aren't comfortable with having tea with us, due to John's obvious attraction to you, just go home," he said in his deep, baritone voice.

"It's fine Sherlock," you replied slightly gritting your teeth, "That doesn't bother me." He let out a short breath from his nose that tickled your cheek, as he stood up straight. Sherlock's eyes stared right through you, as he looked over his shoulder at you while you followed him into the flat.

Their flat was nice, definitely nicer than yours. It wasn't the largest but had a cosy, rustic feel to it. An older woman peered into the hallway from one of the rooms and cheerfully greeted John and Sherlock. She was about to introduce herself but the two men dismissed her and headed for the stairs, you shot her an empathetic smile and followed behind them.

Once you entered John and Sherlock's actual flat, John rushed into the kitchen to make the tea and you and Sherlock sat in the living room; you awkwardly on the sofa and Sherlock in his armchair. "Y/N, how do you like you tea?" John shouted from the other room.

"Uh-black, no sugar," you quickly replied.

Moments later John returned to the living room with three steaming cups of tea and placed them on the table in the centre on the room. John made himself comfortable on the sofa next to you, instead of in his usual chair opposite his flatmate.

Sherlock shot John an icy glare, John didn't notice but you did and it send furious shivers down down your spine. Immediately, you and Sherlock made eye contact and it was like you were communicating telepathically. Holmes had a look that was threatening to tell John how uncomfortable you were, or that you didn't return his feelings. You returned a look that threatened to beat the shit out of him if he did that.

All of a sudden, Sherlock spoke up and all the colour had drained from your face, "John-"

"Sherlock, don't, please," you interrupted him.

Sherlock glanced at John as he chimed in, "You're dong that thing again Sherlock, that face." John paused for a moment, "Just spit it out?"

"John, what are you talking about?" You asked pretending to be confused.

John gave a half-hearted laugh, "Are you two taking the piss?" He was almost shouting.

"Well..." Sherlock started, you could tell that he was about to explain but he just stopped and looked at you. You were sat up fairly straight due to good posture with one leg crossed over the other, you sat at an odd angle, facing away from John, you hadn't made eye contact with John all night and you were hesitant to speak to him. Your eyes met Sherlock's for split second, it didn't take you long to realise that Sherlock had you figured out completely and before you could stop him, he spoke up. "Ahh, I've got it. You were a tough nut to crack Y/N, but i have finally got you."

"Got what?" John hesitantly asked.

"John look at her, really look," Sherlock was yelling at this point. You got up to protest but it was too late and you quickly sat back down. "Obvious nerves around you; stuttering,  lack of eye contact, sitting faced away from you, you make her uncomfortable and then there's-"

"That could mean anything Sherlock, it's probably because we're basically strangers," John interrupted, looking at you for some kind of validation but you still didn't look at him.

"No John, she is completely fine around me," Sherlock retorted with a small shake of his head, "It's something specific about you that unsettles her, it's not because you are a doctor, she is in the medical field, if she didn't like doctors then she would have picked something else. Soldier it is then, the way her hair is styled and how she holds herself says military based on yours and her differences i think its correct to assume that she wasn't in the military but raised in a military household, that bit is obvious. Your eyes have experienced the war, her eyes ave just seen it. But then there is the abuse..." Once those words fell from Sherlock's mouth, both yours and John's faces dropped in shock, you drew in a sharp breath as you were reminded of your life back at home.

"Sherlock," John warned, "Stop it." John seemed genuinely empathetic, and you knew full well that he is nothing like your father but you can't look at soldier the same way ever again. You dad was abusive, but his military friends were just straight up horrible, criticising everything you said or did. Whenever they were home they would fine reason they could to pick on you or hit you.

Sherlock ignored John and just continued without thinking, "...Scarred legs, bruised arms and wrists, clear signs of abuse -long term abuse, large bruises, father, balance of probability. The scars are clearly burns, based off of irregular patters probably from boiled wate-" Sherlock's speech was brought to a screeching halt when quiet sobs rose from the sofa opposite. Sherlock and John turned to you as you wiped your eyes with he back of your hand.

"Y'know for someone so smart, you don't use your damn fucking brain half the time," you couldn't help but snap at Sherlock, the way he talked about you and your life like you were a case made you sick. Before Sherlock could retort  you stormed out of 221b and  walked back to your own flat, scaring the landlady in the process.

A/N: This chapter is long overdue, i just wanted it to be good enough. I also changed some plot points during this chapter, so there are some changes i made to chapter one that accommodate  them, I hope you enjoyed this chapter -LW