Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Fool, Sherlock

AN: Not a prank, it's a brand new, bonafide Darthkitty24 Sherlock oneshot! I wrote this at 3am this morning after watching Princess Diaries Two so do with that information what you want lol. Might make a part two, might not (you know how i am lol). Anyways, enjoy!

How could you be so stupid?

"How are things with (Y/n)?"

You knew this is what it was, why are you so shocked?

"Fine. Things are fine."

You fooled yourself into thinking it was real.

"Fine? This is the first time you bring a woman home and it's just fine?"

It was never real.

"Well, it's not fine, it's actually quite complicated."

And deep down...

"Why's that? She seems to make you happy. It's proof to your brother you aren't some hopeless virgin."

Deep down you knew it from the start.

"Do you have any idea who that woman is? Who she's connected to?"

"Who she's connected to- Sherlock, are you serious? Using her-"

"Keep your voice down, John, she's asleep in my bedroom. (Y/n) works for the biggest mafia boss in England. If I play my cards right-"

"I cannot believe you right now! You're toying with her for information! That's low, even for you."

"She's not attached, it's just sex."

"No, Sherlock, not the way she looks at you. You aren't making it seem that way to her."

"I do not make it out to be more than it is-"

There was the chime of a text tone, silence, and the slamming of a door. (Y/n) decided now was the time to emerge from Sherlock's room, using the door slam as cover for being awake. John was sitting at the kitchen island with his face in his hand. He looked up as she padded into the room and offered a strained but warm smile.

"Good morning, (Y/n). Would you like me to put on the kettle?" The woman shook her head and returned with her own struggled smile.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm alright." She stared at the front door. "He sure knows how to make an exit."

"That's one way to put it." John chuckled. He looked over the woman who had been sharing his best friend's bed. She was rather pretty, (h/c) unruly from sleep, her figure draped nicely in a thigh length nightshirt, but he paused when she turned back and fixed her eyes on the counter. They were dull, not at all how they'd been last night when the three of them had returned from dinner. The way her (e/c) eyes lit up when they landed on the eccentric detective made him envious, wishing he had someone who looked at him like that. (Y/n) glanced at him and he could tell-

"I wanted it to be real, John." She said quietly. "He fooled me."

"He fooled me too, (Y/n)." John reached across and squeezed her hand.

"I forgot who it was I was getting involved with, a truly cold and unfeeling man." Her face hardened. "I was going to tell him everything. I was going to trust him to get me away from my boss and that life."

"We still can, we can keep you out of harm's way." Her bitter laugh sent a cold chill through him.

"You would. He'd be fine whether I was breathing or not." She stood and headed to the bedroom to get dressed, pausing in the doorway. "Text his brother. He'll cut me a safety deal." John sent a text to Mycroft as she had requested.

(Y/n) would like a word with you. -J.W.

Finally come to her senses, then. John set his phone down and pondered the whole situation. Why did it have to be (Y/n)? There are plenty of people Sherlock could have manipulated but he chose the sweetest member of Raul Clementi's personal staff to toy with. He should have realized sooner when Sherlock brought her home out of the blue.

"I'll see you around, John." (Y/n) brushed a hand across his back and walked to the door.

"(Y/n), wait." He turned and met her (e/c) gaze. "I haven't heard him laugh like he did last night. Just thought you should know."

"Thanks John. I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or worse." She sighed, shutting the door behind her.