Dark Secrets (Sherlock x Reader)

Too Good To Be True

''I wasn't planning on staying long.'' He took your hand and guided you to the party.

As everyone only had eyes for the newly wedded couple dancing, you only had eyes for Sherlock on the stage. He was so graceful. Every move he made created a beautiful sound out of his instrument.

You knew he had written this piece just for tonight. It had taken him weeks to compose, but finally, he came up with something he deemed appropriate.

Once he finished, all the guests started clapping. John and Mary took a quick bow before loud music started playing again and they were drowned in the mass of people hurrying to the dance floor.

You went up to Sherlock. ''That was beautiful.''

''Thank you.'' He packed up his violin and put the sheet music in an envelope, leaving it on the stage for the Watsons to find. ''Shall we go then?''

''Let's say our goodbyes first.'' You approached the bride and she immediately turned to you.

''You look amazing, (Y/N)! So glad you could make it.'' She hugged you.

''Me too. You look wonderful in your dress, Mary.''

John joined the conversation, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulder. ''Leaving already?'' he asked.

You nodded. ''Yes, we are. Enjoy the rest of your night, though, and your honeymoon, of course.''

''We will. Thank you, (Y/N).''

You briefly hugged the couple before letting Sherlock say his goodbyes. Soon, you were both back outside, wrapped up in your coats.

''I'm glad that's over,'' you chuckled.

''So am I.'' He hailed a cab and let you in before getting in himself. ''Baker Street,'' he directed the cabbie.

You leant against him, letting him wrap his arm around you. This type of intimacy wasn't that common in your relationship, so you savoured every second when it did happen.

''I don't think I mentioned how beautiful you look in that dress,'' Sherlock whispered in your ear.

You smiled, cosying up to him. ''I don't think I mentioned how dashing you look in that suit,'' you whispered back.

''You hadn't mentioned it, but I saw you staring.''

''I thought I was being discreet.''

He chuckled. ''You definitely weren't.''

Soon, you arrived back at Sherlock's flat. You wasted no time getting out of the uncomfortable clothes and replacing them with something much more casual.

Sherlock clumsily dropped himself onto the sofa, his blue robe wrinkling. ''Join me.''

You sat down next to him, his arms immediately pulling you closer to his chest. ''Did I ever tell you how uncomfortable I find dresses. I've been yearning for my sweatpants all day.''

He simply hummed in response as he began to stroke your hair.

You leant further into his embrace, enjoying the close proximity and affection. You groaned when your phone rang.

''Ignore it,'' Sherlock mumbled, his grip tightening.

''It could be important.'' You pushed his hands off and got up. ''Hello?'' you answered.

''Hi, am I speaking to (Y/F/N)?'' an unfamiliar voice asked.

''Yes, that's me.''

''I'm afraid I have bad news, miss. Your father's body was found in his house this morning after the neighbours called the police complaining about a smell. We suspect he was murdered.''

Your hand covered your mouth as you tried to process the news. ''What?'' you croaked.

Sherlock sensed the emotion in your face and was immediately by your side, his hand gripping your shoulder.

''I'm sorry, miss (Y/L/N). I understand this comes as a shock to you, but we need you to identify the body and answer some questions for the investigation. Would that be possible?''

''I- I'd have to fly out to Scotland, but yes- yes, I can do that.'' Your voice was hoarse. Your mind was racing, emotions bubbling to the surface. You wouldn't let any tears fall, though. Especially not in front of Sherlock.

''Thank you, miss.''

Your arm went limp and your phone slipped from your fingers, landing on the carpet with a thud. You felt your eyes sting as your breathing quickened.

''(Y/N)?'' Sherlock called softly.

''He's dead,'' you choked. ''My dad is dead. Someone killed him.''

He pulled you against him and held you. He didn't know what to do or how to comfort you. He just knew that he had to do at least something.

You felt tears run down your cheek, making you scowl at yourself. ''I don't even know why I'm so upset. I barely had a relationship with my father, he was never around.''

''His death came as a shock and even if you didn't have a relationship with him, he was still your father. It's normal to be upset.''

''Well, I'm not normal!'' You pulled back from his embrace and wiped your tears. ''He was never around when I was a kid. My grandpa raised me until he died. Then I spent more time with nannies than my actual parents. I loved my mother, but my father and I never got along. His death is not supposed to upset me!''

''(Y/N) –''

''No, I don't want to hear it! You did this, Sherlock. I was doing fine ever since my mum died. I had a grip on my emotions! I could ignore them and move on. But then you came around and you messed everything up and now I'm this soppy, emotional mess of a person, and it's your fault!'' You ran back to your flat, quickly locking the door.

Sherlock pounded against the wood. ''(Y/N), don't you dare do this again!'' he yelled angrily. ''Open the door.''

You ignored him, sinking to the floor as more tears rolled down your cheeks. You felt years of repressed emotions rushing to the surface. You were crying more of shock than sadness, but you were still crying. You hated being this emotional, you hated being so out of control when it came to your own mind and body.

You thought you had accepted it. You thought you had accepted that allowing yourself to love Sherlock would have these consequences, but after receiving the news of your father's passing, all of that was gone.

You hated feeling like this. It was why you worked so hard to shut it all down. Sherlock had stirred everything awake. You couldn't handle it. You thought you could, but you were so wrong.

You had to distance yourself again. From Sherlock, your father, your past. Everything.

It was too much for you otherwise. You just had to block it out even if it meant losing something good.