The Hounds of Baskerville [Reader Insert]

Embracing the Losing Side

Alright, I know I haven't updated in a while, and I apologize for that. I have no excuse. Other than writer's block, not much has actually kept me from working on this. I just... haven't. Anyway, enjoy and comment or whatever. Oh! And if you see mistakes or if you have suggestions, don't hesitate to tell me.

     "What was that about?"  

     Sherlock shot an incredulous glare your way, as if you'd just asked him why he'd saved your life. John looked between the two of you with a very confused expression. 

     The group was walking to the car because, for some reason, Sherlock insisted on going to Baskerville- rather than to Dewer's Hollow, as you had wanted.

     "Sherlock, you nearly scared off our only witness. I don't know what got into you-"

     "What got into me?" Sherlock forcefully threw the car door open on the right side of the car, while you entered on the left. "You flirted with some stranger just to get information-" he was overlapped by John's stifled laugh- " and now you have a date at seven-!" He slammed the door shut and glared at you forcefully.

     "Eight," you corrected, returning his glare.

      "Whatever!"

     "Hold on," interjected John, who had just sat down in the drivers seat. He stared at you in the front view mirror, silently amused. "You... are going on a date with someone? You?"

      You ignored John, instead simply scowling at Sherlock. And he could've been scowling right back, but you wouldn't have known. You weren't paying attention to that.

     His eyes...

     You were focusing on his eyes. Green.

     They changed again.

      "They're always doing that."

     "What?" Sherlock asked, still frowning slightly.

     "Nothing." You looked away, mentally scolding yourself. "Uh... nothing."

      Away turned out to be to John. The doctor smiled crookedly, starting the car. "Sociopathic foreplay is so awkward." 

     "Oh, shut up, John!" you and Sherlock snapped at him. 

     John didn't shut up. He snorted and started to drive.

     "I don't understand why you would be mad at me," you moved on, finding yourself once more. "You're the one who barged in while I was getting information."

     "Maybe Sherlock just didn't notice," offered John, who was really in no position to be providing input at all.

    "Sherlock Holmes? Not noticing?" you retorted.

      Sherlock glanced out the window and let his eyes survey the green terrain. "You'd be surprised what the human mind won't see when it doesn't want to," he said simply in his baritone voice.

     "Yes, well I highly doubt that you-"

     "Not me, you!"

     You blinked. John let out a low whistle like Wowww, but you didn't take Sherlock's meaning. "Me?" you questioned, narrowing your eyes. "What are you implying?"

     "Well, it's rather obvious, isn't it? I'm implying that you're the one in this relationship that isn't noticing things." Sherlock frowned. "When I say relationship, I mean-" just as he switched his gaze from the passing greenery to you, he broke off. "I mean..." He furrowed his brow, suddenly uncertain of his words- an incident that couldn't have happened often.