A Scandal in Belgravia [Reader Insert]

Panic! At The Palace

     (I strongly suggest watching the beginning of this episode for yourself, because it is amAZINGly adorable, and I didn't include everything that happened.)

     You were not in a good mood.

     Sherlock had taken John out on a date- sorry, no, on a case this morning. Without you. And you weren't very happy about it, because John had nearly died. Sherlock- somehow-expected you to be perfectly fine about it!

         "Friends don't not let other friends take friends on cases without them," Sherlock had said, setting a record all-time low on the maturity scale.

"Let's be clear. You and I are not friends. We might have a few laughs here and there, but I'd love to do what I do without you." Despite the harshness you forced into your words, it stung just to say them. "I'm only ever here for John."

     "Fine then. Leave. John doesn't need you; I don't care what yo-"

     "Are you joking? If I hadn't been there, John could have died!"

    "You can call be brainless and you can call me childish, but don't you dare ever accuse me of putting John's life at risk!"

     "HA! I can list at least four separate occasions he nearly died because of your recklessness, excluding tonight."

     "Only three-"

     "EVEN THREE TIMES IS THREE TIMES TOO MANY, SHERLOCK."

      Aaaaaand the following lines weren't very kid-friendly. Sherlock had the audacity to mention the time John was wrapped in bombs by the pool, which you insisted wasn't your fault. 

     You could be wrong on a few of the words exchanged- you'd tried to delete it. Still working on that whole deleting thing that Sherlock claimed to be able to do. Your mind library was a closed place; getting rid of information didn't seem possible. The best you could do would be to rip the out the unwanted pages and stick them in a different book. Made the information harder to retrieve. You'd figure out how to actually get rid of unwanted information soon; you just had to practice. You were definitely not going to ask Sherl for help.

     So you were sitting there on an orange couch in Aunt Hudson's living room, just sulking. And suddenly there was a knock at the door.

     You looked over and Sherlock was standing in the doorway, looking very annoyed. He ruffled his hair and sighed. "John says... John says I have to make-up with you or something. He wants me to invite you to come work on a case about comic books coming alive."

     You were seriously ready to decline- and also comment about how he should be apologizing to John- until that last part. "Comics... coming alive?"

     He smirked. "Intriguing, I know."

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     "The Geek Interpreter" was the title John gave that case. His blog started attracting more and more clients. There was the one about the melting laptop- that one was strange- a man coming in saying that his wife was away at the office for a long time (Sherlock sent him away), a lady saying she thought her husband was having an affair-the answer to that was yes- a weird man saying his aunt's ashes had been replaced with those of something other than human (this time, you kicked him out), and a businessman asking for files to be recovered. For every case solved, three more were waiting. Often, you and Sherlock would decline a case simply because it was too boring, even if the money was good.

     Sherlock didn't seem to be able to accept that it was John's work that brought in case after case. 

     "Do people actually read your blog?" he'd asked John while on one case involving a string of murders. He was crouched over a woman's body, investigating the state of her skin with a magnifying glass.