221B (Sherlock x Reader)

5

I was seated on the train back home, reading a book I'd taken out of the school library. As we stopped once again the seat next to me was filled.

The man cleared his throat before speaking, "what are you reading?"

I looked up at him in surprise, "sorry?"

He repeated his question with a slight grin.

I showed him the front cover.

He looked surprised, "you like Stephen King?"

I nodded with a smile. I quickly looked over his features, his long brown hair was neatly kept and his brown eyes were soft. He was actually quite handsome...

"Don't talk much do you?" He asked cheekily.

"Oh, sorry" I said, finally coming out of my trance.

"Ned" he held out his hand for me to shake.

"(Y/N)"

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he grinned again.

I was taken back by his words and before I could respond the train came up to my stop.

"Well, this is me" I said as I got ready to get up.

"Will I see you again?" He asked.

"Yeah" was all I said before I walked off the train.

I smiled to myself as I made my way home.

As I reached for my flat keys i felt someone stand beside me. I looked up to see Sherlock.
I smiled at him as he looked down the street, not making eye contact with me.

"Good day?" I asked as I opened the door.

"Ah yes, you?" He asked following me in and closing the door.

I nodded my head before making my way to my room and shutting the door.

***

I stood at the kettle while reading my book, getting ready to have a cup of tea before bed. I spent the entire evening going over school stuff and was exhausted even though it was only 9:30. I poured my cup and held it in one hand while holding my open book in the other as I made my way out of the kitchen. Suddenly my foot came into contact with the leg of a chair and I tripped, my cup of tea going flying and smashing on the floor. I groaned as I put my book down and quickly went over to get a cloth. I tiptoed over to the glass and picked up the pieces. I then felt a sharp pain on the tip of my finger and blood dripped out, mixing with the tea on the floor. I winced and heard foot steps come up behind me.

"Are you alright?"

I turned around to see Sherlock standing in the hallway just outside the kitchen.

"Just dropped my tea" I said as I looked at my now bleeding finger.

He then walked over to me, crouched down and took my finger in his hand. "You need to sterilize it."

"It's fine" I said as I winced again.

"It'll get infected" he said, almost like a demand.

I then got up and followed him to the bathroom down the hallway.

He got out a first aid kit and ran my finger under running water. He applied the sterilizer, causing me to wince at the sting. He looked at me then continued wrapping my finger up.

"Thank you" I said once he was finished.

"Don't thank me" he replied.

I made my way back into the kitchen to clean up my mess. As I carefully picked up the pieces and put them in the garbage I noticed Sherlock was now standing back in the hallway, watching me. I looked at him and stopped what I was doing, causing him to make eye contact with me. We held the contact for a moment before he then walked back down the hallway and I heard a door close.

***

Once again I found myself seated on the train home after another successful day. I had my earphones in as I watched the tube go by and was lost in the voice of Janis Joplin.

"Long time no see" I heard a voice say over my music.

I look to see Ned, sitting next to me. I take out one earphone and smile.

"Long day?" He asked.

"No, been alright" I say as I pause my music.

"It's just last time you were reading..." he pointed out.

I shrugged, "I like to appreciate all kinds of art."

He grinned, "touché."

I chuckled slightly as I pulled out my other headphone and stuffed them into my bag.

His eyes widened as he looked at my bag which was filled to the brim with notebooks. "You a student?"

"Teacher, actually."

"You're a teacher?" He asked shocked. "You look too young to be a teacher."

"I teach primary school... and I'm not THAT young." I say with a slight chuckle.

He raises his eyebrow and gives me a nod.

I could feel his judgement, "I'm 24..." I say, looking down at my hands.

"Must be one hell of a teacher then" he smirks at me.

I could a blush begin to form on my cheeks and luckily it was my stop coming up. I give him one last smile before getting up from my spot.

"Till next time, Ms. (Y/n)" he says cheekily.

I giggle, looking at him once more before turning around and heading home.