Sherlock One-shots

Fury (Sherlock)

In which you break up with your boyfriend because of feelings for Sherlock, and things go south.

WARNINGS: Somewhat aggressive boyfriend, angry Sherlock, terrible humor, cruddy writing, Greg being amazing as usual. 

Your boyfriend (soon to be ex) was being difficult, and your massive cramps were not helping.

You'd called your boyfriend of seven months over to talk, and by talk, you meant you were trying to ease him down slowly.

David was a great guy, fantastic even, one of the best you'd ever met, but it was hard to date someone when you had feelings for someone else. That someone else being Sherlock. Really though, who didn't have feelings for the Consulting Detective? He turned straight men gay, at least, according to your friend.

David walked into the flat beneath John and Sherlock's using the key you hoped to regain by the end of the night.

He smiled and rushed forward, arms outstretched for a hug, but you held up your hands. His grin turned upside down and a quizzical expression appeared on his face. "Sweetheart, is something wrong? You didn't sound well on the phone, is it that time of the months for you? I can run to the store and get the chocolates for you-"

You shook your head and smiled sadly. "David it's fine, you don't need to get chocolate, that's not why I asked you to come." You cleared your throat and looked away. "I-I want my key back."

David's confusion was almost audible. "Your key... your key to what? You don't have a car, I don't-" the realization of what you meant hit him. "Oh, oh you mean your flat key."

"Yes." 

"W-why are you changing the locks?" David's voice wavered, God, this was killing you. 

"No, David I think you know what I mean. We've been over for a long time." It was true. The past month had consisted of forced laughter, awkward kisses, and conversations that held almost no meaning. You were sure David felt it too, but you knew you had to end this sooner than later.

He sputtered, looking heartbroken. "[Y/N], sweetheart, I don't know what you mean? Are you ending this? What we have is genuine, sweety-" 

You held up a hand. "David, you know just as well as I do the past month has not been the same, something's changed between us. My feelings have changed, and I can't continue pretending to love someone when-"

It was his turn to interrupt you, and David seemed to be taking this a different route. His confusion was turning into anger rather quickly. "When what? Oh my God, were you sleeping with someone?" 

"God no, David I wouldn't do that to you." Your protests, however, seemingly landed on deaf ears. 

"Was it that Sherlock bloke? Oh God, I should have seen that coming." 

"David no, I've never slept with Sherlock, and I don't think I ever will." The last part was very true, you weren't denying that you wouldn't mind sleeping with Sherlock, but did you ever think you would? Hell no, the mere prospect of it was something out of your wildest dreams. 

David was now pacing back and forth frantically, as though searching for a physical reason to keep you with him. 

Dear God, you needed help, if David didn't calm down, things would escalate quickly. He wasn't abusive, (if he was, you would've told Sherlock to kill him long ago) but he did have a short fuse. But so did you sometimes, so it was understandable.