Heavenly Holmes • Sherlock x Reader

14 • sunshine

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I open my eyes to Sherlock lying beside me, his eyes locked onto my features. I smile and kiss his nose gently before sitting up and stretching my arms out in front of me. I look to my side and admire the rays of sunshine pouring from the window.

"Good Morning." I yawn.

Sherlock sits up and stares at me like I am crazy. I find his expression kind of cute so I smile and pinch his cheek.

"What do you want for breakfast? I want to cook for you today. I never cook for you..." I ask, watching his eyes widen.

"Y/N..." He trails off, his face still expressionless. He almost looks sad now.

"What's wrong?" I laugh lightly, "Still sleepy?"

"It's 3am, Y/N."

"What?"

I turn my bed quickly and stare at the window that was now dark, with black skies. My heart skips a beat in shock. I could have sworn it was daytime. I saw the sun rays. It was bright. Why is it dark all of a sudden?

I swallow dryly and check my phone:

3:02 am

My body feels cold from the confusion. These things keep happening. I go to my therapist seeking help and it seems I am only getting worse. Why? Why is this happening to me?

"Sherlock I..." I start, looking at him with my eyes feeling a burning sensation.

His expression softens, and his gaze becomes gentle and full of pity. 

I hate when he looks at me like that.

"I'm not crazy." I whisper, my voice shaking. My eyes get wetter and I lie back down, turning my back towards him and putting my head on my pillow.

I feel him wrap his arms around me from behind. He pulls me close into his chest as I cry into the pillow weakly.

"Don't cry, Y/N..." His voice shakes slightly, "It...doesn't matter. Time and space are all theoretical. You are beautiful and real."

His words somehow put me back to sleep until the actual sunrise. Even then, I do not start my day until he wakes up. This time, the room is far more brighter, indicating actual daytime.

His eyes finally pop open after I had been staring at him for the past fifteen minutes. They are vibrant under the light. He starts to stroke my cheek:

"Good Morning." He says softly.

"Don't mock me." I pout.

He smirks briefly as he gets up from the bed. He slips on a shirt and glances over at me while tucking his shirt into his trousers:

"You know...I'm not going to work today, Y/N."

I didn't think I would be able to fully wake up until a few hours after rolling around in bed, but his words instantly grab my attention. I sit up slowly and rub my eyes:

"Why?"

"Because," He zips his pants up and buckles his belt, "I want to spend time with you."

"Oh." Is all I can say as my mind attempts to process what he had just said.

He was never like that. Especially on a huge case like this. Sherlock wouldn't even sleep. Yet here he was, mysteriously sleeping and wasting his precious investigation time with me. I wanted to say something- ask him what was wrong. There was no way he had figured out who the culprit was this quickly- and if he did he would have shown it off first thing this morning.

I decide not to conjure any useless doubts within myself- I have enough of those already. My lips curl upwards slightly into a small smile. Perhaps I was just overthinking things and he really did want to spend time with me:

"Can we go pick up William from John's? I want to spend time with him too-"

"No!" He interjects before I can finish. 

My heart sinks in my chest and I go silent as I stare at him while he pales and blinks a few times before smiling with a false sort of assurance:

"I mean...I just wanted it to be me and you."

I feel the lie burn into me- word by word when he says it.

He was keeping me away from my own son. But why?

"Okay." I nod, trying to be as understanding as I could for now. I love him enough to assume he has a good reason. 

He stares at me as I stand up from the bed and make my way to the restroom to freshen myself up. 

After my shower I get into something a little more comfortable before heading over to the kitchen to prepare myself some breakfast. Sherlock never really ate during cases but he was drinking his coffee while reading something on his laptop. 

When I finish eating breakfast I wash the dishes and walk back over to find him sitting in his chair with his hands in a praying position under his chin. His eyes were open and their hues held uneasiness while his entire expression seemed stressed. He has been weird the entire morning and it was beginning to bug me. 

"Sherlock."

I call his name once. And he opens his eyes in an instant. He looks at me with sadness, as his lips curl into a reassuring smile:

"Yes?"

I sit on the seat across from him and stare at him with concern:

"Are you sure you don't want to...um...solve the case?"

"That case is pointless." He says quickly. 

I go silent for a few moments, thoroughly confused, before opening my mouth to speak again:

"Innocent people are dying. He could be killing someone right now...we should really do something instead of just sit around here all day."

Sherlock's expression twists and hardens as he stares at me with terrifying intensity. I can visibly see the irritation in his eyes when he looks at me.

After a few moments of heavy silence, he bites his lip and looks away from me, as if unable to stare any longer. He's hiding something and it looks like it's really hurting him too. But it hurts me to know that he does not trust me enough to tell me...

"Fine." I say flatly, "I'll go alone."

I stand up and grab my coat as I leave through the door.