(Sherlock x Reader) Never trust those who are never truthful

Chapter 11 - I don't understand

"Uhm," he cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his seat before looking over to Sherlock before proceeding anyway (Sherlock was giving him a dirty look so it was best to ignore it) "Sherlock was just explaining your," he pointed to the two of you, "situation. And Sherlock here was being sarcastic about how it takes forever for me to understand things." He frowned at Sherlock.

You decided to change the subject seeing as the two of them weren't too keen on telling the truth anytime soon. You could understand Sherlock not being truthful because he was an absolute bastard but John on the otherhand, you expected more. "Well, do we need more milk? I saw we were getting low last time I paid a visit to little old freddie in the fridge." You jabbed a finger behind you.

"Yes please," Sherlock said quietly and that was when he realised that you were fully clothed. He was getting slow, that was not good. Especially with you.

You nodded and went to put on your coat, hat and scarf. Seemed suitable, even it was the corner store, "Anything else?" They both shook their heads, "I'll see you in a bit then, bye!" You said cheerfully, closing the flat door behind you before you slipped down the stairs quickly.

John immediately went back to warning Sherlock about doing things to you, "Look Sherlock, I don't care what she is to you or what on earth you're trying to accomplish with her. But if you hurt her like you did Janine, then there will be a price to pay. You do not just use people like that, I don't care if i hardly know her. It's unacceptable, understand?" John had jabbed his finger whilst maintaining (or at least trying to) eye contact with the consulting detective.

Sherlock nodded, swallowing the last mouthful of his cereal and padding back over to the kitchen to put it in the dishwasher, "I should probably get dressed before _____ comes back." He muttered more to himself than to John.

"Well I think it would be good for her to see her...semi(?)-boyfriend in something other than casual attire like she usually does." Sherlock scoffed at the man behind him. "What you don't think you should even put a little effort in for her. Aren't you trying to 'woo' her?"

"Honestly John it's not that and you know I'm not one for putting in effort in things I'm not sure in so I don't know why that's a point of disscussion. No, what I was protesting about was the title of boyfriend." Sherlock had turned around back to face his best friend.

"Why's that? I don't really see anything wrong with that title?" God, John could be so oblivious sometimes. Boyfriend was much too simple of a title. No he wanted something better than that. He wasn't sure yet but he did seem to like the sound of husband. He felt that he wouldn't tell anyone that anytime soon, that would be his own little secret. Even if it was a little bit drastic.

"Sherlock? Sherlock? Are you okay?" John swiped his hand in front of his friend's face, nothing. There he was, gone off to his mind palace again. He sighed heavily, it was no use, the man was lost to them. And then, he snapped back.

"Oh yes, John I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was asking," John was starting to sound annoyed, "why you're so opposed to the idea, or more rather the title, of being _____'s Boyfriend?"

"I..uh..." he seemed to be lost for words, or too embarrassed to speak them. He'd gone pink, "no reason."

"Okay," John decided to leave it, this was getting too difficult for a Monday morning. A pause, "Uh, Sherlock, I've got to go now, check on the wife and baby and all." He was just making excuses now, "text me if all goes well, bye!" He then seemed to be gone as soon as he had arrived.

It was just Sherlock now. He didn't like that, reminded him too much of the days when he was all alone in 221b or even worse, when Janine was here. It wasn't that he didn't like her, it was just that...he didn't. He used her to get to Magnussen. End of. But with you it was different, you were different in every way. You weren't at all pushy like Janine or The Woman and you certainly weren't as nosy as them either. He liked that, you minded your own business and yet you were still involved enough in his life for him to notice you. Perhaps that's what made you a mystery and perhaps that's why he was so intrigued by you. At first he tried to deny that you were in any way attractrive to him, it was merely the enigma you were wrapped in. But as the weeks went by and the more he observed you, he realised. Maybe it wasn't just the puzzle, maybe it was you too. You always seemed to disappear in the most amazing way. You always looked after him, made sure he had meals even if he didn't want them. And it seemed that when  when you were in Sherlock couldn't keep his eyes off of you. It was becoming a habit of his and not that much of a one that he could hide very successfully.

You on the other hand were very very reluctant to go into any relationship, not just because of you previous ones but also because you were scared that Sherlock might get hurt if he got wrapped up in your life. It was a painful decision but you were willing to take that risk and sooner or later you realised that you would have to tell him about what you did for money. Nonetheless you tried to take a non-biased opinion and went purely on feelings. He was such an amazing man with such phenominal talents you couldn't help but like him a little bit. Yes he could be an absolute arsehole at times but that still didn't stop you from noticing the man beneath that. You fell in love with the man that was hardly ever there but you were determined to bring that side of him out whenever you were around. You were successful. It wasn't just his talents or the man beneath that could feel that made you like him, overall it was just him. He made you feel trust again and made it feel as if you might be able to be truthful with people once more. It made you feel like you were home, he was familiar.

It was quater of an hour later when you returned. Sherlock thought that it wasn't possible for you to take that long to just get a pint of milk. But then he started to worry about you, what if something had happened, what if you'd been mugged. Or worse, kidnapped or killed? His worry evaporated quickly though when he heard you coming up the stairs with a couple of shopping bags. He had in the time you were gone had also managed  change and look a little better than when he had first woken up. It would be later on in your relationship when you would tell him that you loved the way he looked when he woke up. Even if he didn't. His hair all mussed up and how his eyes always weren't quite open and how he tried to burrow into the pillows to avoid the sunlight that would start to pour in. You would tell him that you loved that as well as the rest of him.

"Do you need any help?" He called out as he heard you take the final stairs up to the apartment.

"I think, dear Sherlock, that assistence would have been better offered when I was at the bottom of the stairs and not already half way into the apartment," you smiled at him, sarcasm filling your entire expression as you set down the bags.

"Noted." Sherlock looked at you in puzzlement, "Uh, what exactly did you buy?" You had bought a lot from the corner store by the looks of things.

"Things for tonight," the smile was genuine now, finally reaching you eyes, "I thought that our 'date', if you could call it that, could be tonight. Might as well decide things early right? No point dwelling on things like that. Anyway, I just bought us some ready meals. Keep it simple, what do you think?"

Sherlock was in shock, he didn't know you could be so efficient, "Uh, yeah that's fine." He gulped, he thought it wouldn't be this soon but he was sure he could cope. He wasn't nervous was he? No, he could never be nervous. Never around you. "So what time were you thinking?"

"Seven, same again. Oh and I also bought some wine, hope you don't mind but I thought it would be suitable." You were currently unpacking the bags, putting things all over the kitchen here and there whilst Sherlock stood in awe. How could you be so calm about this whole situation? He was so worried, and you were so composed. That wasn't fair! It was not supposed to work that way! You were supposed to be the same. Right? Right?

He gave up.

He nodded and exited saying "Seven seems good." Before deciding to go on a case even if you would distract him, he felt it would help.

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A/N - Nothing really happened in this chaoter because I had writers block, sorry. I do need some help plotting if any one is willing! Anyway, enjoy!