Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 7: The businessman (Case 1)

Author's note

Now I finally realize that writing character x reader fanfic should write in you guys' point of view. That's mean all y/n 's thinking or action should be written in...

e.g: You waved your hand

e.g: You bought a flower...

e.g: You went to the washroom...

I know I am not explaining clear so just read on.

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"So what happened between you and that attractive Alan Carlton Holmes huh?"Your suitor, Chris asked with raised eyebrow. You whined, kicked away the blanket and went to the washroom. You were in his flat, as you got kicked out by your father who got into an acrimonious with you about not interviewing the 'great' Alan. Carlton. Holmes.

"Answer my question, Y/N. What happened?"

"He refused my interview."

You washed your face with the wet towel, rolled eyes as you saw Chris's surprise face from the mirror."That's why I got kicked out, by my. father."Then you closed the door of the bathroom, finally gained some peace.

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'Where is him?'

There was a man dressed in the 18th century, looking irate as he stared at the man who was sleeping on the floor in front of him. He looked irate because his grandson didn't come as usual, he looked irate because Sherlock didn't even care, he looked irate because the brilliant Sherlock Scott Holmes took the damn drug again.

"...H-how c-could I know?"

Sherlock replied nonchalantly as he was trying to get up but fell down at the moment he tried. He laughed out but only found he was the one who laughed so he gazed at Watson, saw nothing but with Watson who looked like a bomb that was going to be exploded. He signed and he decided to sit right on the floor instead of getting up, looking nonchalantly at him, acting that he doesn't care anything.

"Mind I correct you, Watson. I am not your babysit."

'He is my GRANDSON. And for GOD SAKE, Holmes! Stop using this, it's killing you.' Watson growled and threw away the container with the drug.

He was angry of course. He hated to see his friend taking drug, hurting his body but he didn't know how to help Sherlock, well he was dead after all.

He couldn't do anything.

"Then I soon took more if it does."Sherlock sneered, staring at the ground, thinking.

'You care about him, Holmes. I knew you did.'

Watson said, his tone was different than before, softer and persuading. Sherlock shook his head with laughter as his gaze went back to him.

"You seemed forgot something, my dear Watson. I am just the brain without a heart, the calculating machi-

'That's just the image I wrote because of the reader laps at it.'

Watson spat at him with finger pointing.

'And I knew you..'

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Sherlock's P.O.V.

'You care about him, Holmes. I knew you did.'

Care? I sneered at this word.

Caring isn't an advantage.

"You seemed forgot something, my dear Watson. I am just the brain without a heart, the calculating machi-