Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock

Come to Baker Street immediately. -SH

You sighed and put your phone back into your pocket.

Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the world, had been requesting your help a lot lately.

The two of you weren't, by anyone's stretch of the imagination, friends. Sherlock didn't have friends. And even if he did, you wouldn't want to be his friend.

He simply needed you because you were a professional dancer, and dancing was one of the few things he knew very little about.

Slightly annoyed, you made your way to Baker Street and knocked on the door labeled '221B'.

You were a bit surprised when a shorter man, who was definitely not Sherlock, answered the door.

"Hi. I'm Y/N. Sherlock told me to come." you said.

"Oh. Well, Sherlock's just stepped out. He should be back in a moment. Come on in while you wait." he explained.

You followed The man inside the flat. The place was extremely messy, which you knew to be Sherlock's doing.

"I'm John, by the way." he said after you had closed the door. "I'm Sherlock's flatmate."

"Nice to meet you, John." you say, forcing a smile.

The two of you sat there, enveloped in an awkward silence.

"Might I ask how you know Sherlock?" he asked.

"Sherlock and I went to school together. I was the target of his torment on more than one occasion." you laughed. "I'm a professional dancer. Apparently, dancing is one of the few things Sherlock knows very little about."

John nodded and stood up. "Tea?" He asked.

"Yes, please! That would be lovely." You said.

•.•.•.•.•.•.TIME LAPSE•.•.•.•.•.•.

Two hours had passed. Night had fallen, and Sherlock still hadn't returned.

"Well, I've got to go, John. I have to get to my recital." you call as you made your way to the door.

John met you there and wished you luck with your recital.

As you walked out the door, Sherlock entered.

"Good. You're here." he said.

"No I'm not. I've been here for two hours! Now I have to go to my recital." you say, pushing past him.

"I'll meet you after your recital," Sherlock called after you.

"I'd rather you not!" You called back.

It started to rain not even a minute after that.

Annoyed and cold, you sprinted to your dance studio.

•.•.•.•.•.•.TIME LAPSE•.•.•.•.•.•.

You had gotten home from your recital, narrowly managing to avoid Sherlock, several hours ago.

You were sore and exhausted, yet you couldn't sleep.

Annoyed once again, you got up and grabbed your iPod. Making your way through the dark house, you eventually got to your destination: the big empty room that you had no use for. You often used it as a place to practice your dance routines, which was exactly what you were about to do.

You hooked your iPod up to your docking station and started playing music.

As sore as you were, you somehow managed to leap and bound across the room.