Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

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He continues to stare at me with his pale face.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

He steps aside, blinking vigorously, trying to process something, as I walk into the flat.

"Y/N...?" Sherlock Holmes' partner, John Watson, exclaims in utter disbelief.

"Oh my god..." A blond woman, which I believe is his wife, clasps both her hands over her mouth in surprise.

Is it my outfit?

They seemed to be playing with a very young child, that had the exact same eyes as Sherlock Holmes, but his hair color was like my own.

I find myself entranced in the child, and I can't take my eyes off of him.

The child stares at me as well, his eyes widening a bit, his smile appearing.

"M-Mumm-y?" He asks, excitement ringing in his voice.

I am confused as to what to say when he runs up and hugs me tightly.

"Um...I'm not your mum..." I smile, awkwardly patting his back.

"Y/N, don't say that..." The woman scolds.

"Excuse me, but how do you know my name?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

She glances at her husband with a confused face.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Mary! I know it's been a while, but still. I can't believe you're...here!" She tells me.

"I don't recall knowing you in any point of my life whatsoever, so please stop using my name so familiarly." I tell her.

John's eyes widen, and Sherlock is standing in a corner, observing me, while the woman named Mary keeps quiet, an offended look on her face.

"Let's go, John. We're obviously not welcome." Mary says, gathering her things.

"Sherlock what's...why is she...?" John struggles.

"I don't know John...I'll fix it." He says anxiously, as they leave.

"Oh, no, please stay, this isn't even my home. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I mock, snickering as they leave.

Sherlock closes the door, and the child crawls away and begins playing with his toys.

He walks over to me, coming dangerously close as he fixes an intense stare on my eyes.

"I've missed you so much..." He inhales, cupping my face with his hands.

I blink at him, confused as my heart races incredibly fast.

"Why did you leave me...?" He asks.

"W-What?" I stutter. I couldn't remember. Then again, he could be lying.

"Do you not remember anything?" He asks again.

I shake my head and remove his hands from my face.

"I remember everything." I tell him, confidently.

"Well, obviously you don't, considering what just happened between you and Mary. As well as...William." He glances at the child, who has fallen asleep.

My heart aches at his name.

William.

Theres something about his name...

Something familiar.

"Why can't you remember..." He sighs, taking my hand.

"S-Stop." I cringe at his touch, removing my hand.

A look of hurt shows on his face for a second, but then it fades into his usual, cold, unaffected exterior.

"Tell me everything you think I don't remember." I cross my arms.

"Nonesense. You won't believe me." He sighs, scanning around the flat.

I look at the sleeping child named William, before walking over and picking him up. Holding him close.

Sherlock Holmes stares at me, intrigue present in his eyes.

"Is he your child?"

"No."

"Is he my child?"

"No."

"Is he...our child?"

He keeps quiet and stares at the ground, before looking up and nodding.

He could be lying...

But I don't want him to...

What am I doing here anyway?!

I'm supposed to corrupt Sherlock Holmes...and right now, he's getting to me.

I can't let that happen.

"Liar." I sneer, setting the child on the sofa.

He merely stares at me, blankly.

"You're just trying to get to my head. That child is obviously someone else's...someone you left. You're evil. You're a freak sociopath." I spit, backing away.

"What..." He tries to speak.

"Let me tell you something...you will never be able to trick me. You know why? Because I'm not some girl you can just go off and get pregnant, like whomever's child that is sleeping over there! Do you understand?!" I glare, before storming out of the flat.

Jim was right about him.

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I step out of the Jeep and walk into the penthouse, setting my keys on a table that had black carnations on it, before slumping on the couch.

"I need some wine..." I sigh rubbing my forehead.

"Back already?" Jim asks, walking in with a bottle, and two cups, setting them on the glass table, before sitting next to me.

He places an arm around me, and pours me a glass of the blood wine.

I guess I've done well.

He hands me a glass and I take it.

"Thank you." I smile.

"You earned it. Apparently Sherlock Holmes is into drugs now." He laughs, hitting his glass with my own, before he drinks his wine.

Drugs...?

I look at the wine, losing the craving for it.

"S-Since when?" I ask.

"Five minutes ago. I have men watching him, he did cocaine." Jim smirks.

Doesn't he have a child...?

Why would he do that if he's got a little boy?

"Oh, okay." I nod, concealing my futile worry.

It doesn't concern me. Why should I care?

"You alright, butterfly?" Jim asks, stroking my cheek.

I force a smile, before gulping down the blood wine.