You're An Idiot, Sherlock Holmes (OC x Sherlock)

Abel Awaiting Sonja

I pay for our coffees and Sherlock and I begin walking out of the café. The day felt more relaxed, as it just rained, and the puddles on the sidewalk rippled our reflection as we walked.

"Aren't you supposed to be on a date with Adam," Sherlock asks as I take a sip of my coffee.

"No," I answer simply.

"Most second dates occur a week after the first date, so shouldn't you and Adam be off going somewhere?"

"Do you want me out of the flat?" I tease with a raised eyebrow. "But no, I . . . wasn't really into Adam. You could've figured that out with your deductions."

"I never felt the need to spend time and energy focusing on other people's love lives." I almost let out a guffaw at his statement. "How do men ask women out on dates?" he asks after a moment.

I give him a quizzical look and think about my answer for a second. "Well . . . " I start. "When a man is attracted to a woman, he'll just go up to her and ask her if she wants to out with him. If she says yes, she likes the guy back, but if she rejects him, she doesn't feel the same way the guy feels about her."

"Is that it?"

"Well, it's not rocket science. Then, the two people would pick a time and place to go, whether it's the movies, a restaurant, or simply just going out for coffee." I instantly regret saying the last part.

"And then they go on a second date?"

"Oh good, you're catching on," I say mockingly. "Yeah, if the first date was productive and they got to know each other and they had fun, they'll go on a second. And then maybe a third. People usually kiss on the second or third date, but if someone's either really confident or really drunk, they'll kiss on the first date. Never had a girlfriend?"

"No," he answers simply, hiding his embarrassment. Or was it shame? "Have you? A boyfriend, I mean."

"One in college, but that's it. Most people think, 'Oh, so you never went on a date in your teen years?' Like they're surprised by that. Yeah, I hooked people up and set up dates for other people, but that was basically it. I was way too quiet and introverted to ever really go out with anyone." I look up at Sherlock with a hollow smile. "If you saw what I was like in high school, you wouldn't have noticed me." I kick a pebble.

"I think I would have," he answers gently.

"You really wouldn't have." I duck my head.

"I would." I look up at him in surprise. His face reads no traces of a lie. I couldn't wrap my brain around the fact that he said that and meant it.

"Ya know," I say with a more cheerful tone. "You're not like most sociopaths I've met. I know emotion on another person when I see it, and this is the first time I've seen it on a self-proclaimed sociopath.

"Since I've met you, you've been all 'Oh, sentiment's a human error,' blah blah blah, yet you're asking me how a date works." I look up at him with a smirk playing on my lips. "Someone's got the hots for Molly Hooper."

"It's not Molly," he retorts.

Then that proved my theory to be right. Since I've first seen Sherlock and Molly in the same room, one showed love and compassion while the other cared about nothing but the work, charming the first to get access from them for their work. Poor Molly, her emotions get the best of her when it comes to Sherlock.

"Mrs. Hudson?" I ask quizzically, already knowing it's not her.

He furrows his brows. "What-? No."

"You're losing me here," I say with a shrug, taking another sip.

"It's not anyone." I cough into my cup.