Beautiful Distraction - Sherlock X Reader

Chapter 23 - Van Buren Supernova

Hi guys! I just wanna say hi and put a quick warning here. There will be mentions of blood in this chapter. I don't think it's anything too triggering but I'd feel bad if I didn't put it here.

Hope you'll enjoy. xx

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.:

I woke up with a terrible headache. I slowly opened my eyes, expecting light, but it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

"Crap." I groaned as I rubbed my eyes and sat up.

Hm, strange, I thought I don't remember falling asleep.

Then it hit me.

"Oh, shit." I whispered and buried my face in my hands. "What was I thinking?"

Well, evidently, I wasn't thinking. I just decided tot urn myself in. Wow, great job girl! I'm as good as dead.

I got up, trying to adjust my eyes to the dark by blinking a couple of times, but it was no use. I could barely make out silhouettes of furniture around me, but I had absolutely no idea where was I. Well, duh! Of course I didn't. Isn't that kind of the point of abduction?

"Try to turn on the light dumbass." I whispered to myself as I stood up. I was walking around slowly, with my arms stretched out in front of me and tried to find a light switch without bumping into something.

"Oh, quit it. Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look?" An all too familiar voice echoed the dark room and I froze. I straightened my posture and clenched my fists.

"Sebastian." I greeted as monotonously as I could.

"(Y/n)." He said and I could hear a smirk in his voice. "It's good to see you."

"I wish I could say the same." 

I heard a creaking noise of door opening behind me, followed by a lane of light on the floor. I turned, my eyes narrowed at sudden light, but I could still clearly see a figure, not much taller than myself, standing at the doorway. I couldn't  make out the features, but I didn't need to. 

"That was quite rude of you, (Y/n)." The man spoke, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You were once a good girl. Seems like Sherlock is rubbing off on you." He sighed sadly.

My eyes finally adjusted to light and now I could see him clearly. Same old black hair with the same old haircut and those same old brown eyes that kept the Devil himself trapped inside. 

"Hello there, doll." He smirked. 

"Jim."

Sherlock's P.O.V.:

"Are you okay?" I asked, making John look up.

We had a long day (A/n: I almost typed date! Oopsie!) and we just got back from an unsuccessful hunt on the Golem. He escaped and John and I eared a few bruises while we were fighting him. Whole day was exhausting, but encountering Lestrade was the worst part.

Flashback...

We were by the Thames, gathered around the new corpse and I was deducing it.