Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Infinite

I stare at him dumbfounded. My gaze is locked on his expression and the sly smile that spreads across his face. I feel my chest tighten unnaturally as I inhale his expensive cologne scent and cringe at our close proximity. I put down the articles of clothing I was just holding and try to speak but cannot.

Sherlock shoots him the scariest glare I've seen yet and takes me by my arm gently, dragging me out of the store with him quietly. Jim Moriarty snickers as we leave. Sherlock takes me to a little cafe nearby. We sit at a table and he tilts his head slightly to check if Jim was still around.

"Do you think he knows we are investigating him?" I ask out of the blue, and Sherlock quickly averts his attention to me.

He sighs and plays with a napkin on the table mindlessly:

"It's possible."

I nod and try to compose myself. I don't know why an encounter with him suddenly made me feel incredibly depressed. I could usually face him at school and such, but I guess the thought that he is the one who killed my friends enraged me.

A lady brings us some chamomile tea and cookies and Sherlock nods to her in thanks before sliding the plate of cookies closer to me:

"Eat something."

I feel the lump in my throat grow more painful and feel goosebumps take form all over my cold arms. I feel ill and my mood from before was just executed completely. I try to sip some of the tea but find my growing headache begin to pulse. I look at Sherlock and frown:

"Can you please take me home?"

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"Are you feeling alright?" He asks, after silently taking me back to my dorm and simply standing by the door as I walked right in and slumped on the sofa.

I nod and gesture for him to come closer to me. He complies and takes a seat next to me, his blue eyes scanning me for any type of indication. I rest my head on his shoulder and shut my eyes. He pauses for a moment, stoic and still as a statue, before he finally relaxes and leans back against the sofa. He pulls me closer to him and I snuggle by his side. I exhale a sigh:

"John told me to stay away from you. He said you'll just end up hurting me."

"Maybe I will if you start listening to nonsense like that." He replied sharply.

I keep quiet and open my eyes. I stare at the blank wall in front of me. My heart races incredibly fast when I recall the images of my friends on the ceiling bleeding to death.

"Y/N..." Sherlock says my name softly, as if to call me out from the darkness of my own mind. I shift from our brief embrace and sit up a bit straighter. I feel cold again and my body wants to shudder, but I do not let it. My eyes burn with the desire to release my tears- I do not. I cannot wait any longer to stumble upon a lead at this point. The law does not matter to me anymore, especially if it is the one thing holding me back from providence.

"We can't just sit here and wait for the evidence to come to us." I say firmly, sitting up straighter and facing him.

He gives me an inquisitive look and squints his eyes for me to go on. I wet my lips and avert my eyes to the ground:

"We should break into Jim's room. The files and his clean documents are never going to be enough. We have to find the evidence ourselves. I'm sure we can find something fishy as to why his record is so clean." I explain.

Sherlock exhales slightly and I almost begin to worry that the feat would be too risky- even for him.

"We will need to be careful in our infiltration then." He replies, to my surprise.

I was wrong. He's just as adamant as I am.

"How so?" I ask as I watch his eyes begin to glitter with focus.

"First, we will have to ensure that he isn't present at the time of our infiltration. And I believe it would be safer if I went alone." He states, looking at me.

I sigh, "well, I wanted to go too but he's in my maths class with Dr Watson, so I can stay and keep watch of him in class while you're in there."

"Perfect." Sherlock exclaims, and I smile faintly, "I'll text John."

"Thank you." I tell him, leaning back and resting my head on his chest. He froze for a few seconds before placing his arm around me to resume the cuddling we had done earlier. I feel his cold breath and the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

"There is no need to thank me." He says slowly, "Your desire for justice..."

Sherlock turns his head and leans down slightly to press his cold lips on my warm cheek:

"I find it beautiful."

I sigh and listen to his steady heartbeat, my ear pressed slightly against his chest.

"Sherlock." I say, as I begin to think of what I am about to say and piece my words carefully.

"Yes?" He replies in almost an exhale, resting his head back on the sofa.

I hold in my breath:

"Do you promise to never leave me?"

The silence that ensues fills up the entire room, and I begin to feel insanely worried and insecure as to why I had even asked a stupid question like that. There is no such a thing as infinity.

"There is no such a thing as infinity, Y/N. At least, not for our species."

"I know..." I say quietly, holding my head down in embarrassment.

He chuckles and sits up a little straighter, tilting his head down slightly to look at my red cheeks with a sly smile:

"The same way that there is no way I will ever stop loving you."

A/N:
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