You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

A Study in Pink: Chapter 2

"Alright then." He quickly agreed, eyeing the case that was secured safely in your hands.

"I've already got us a taxi." You told him motioning to the taxi that was still waiting on the side of the road. He followed you as you climbed into the taxi.

"221B Baker Street." Sherlock told the driver, then you were off.

"I'd liked to know about your accident." Sherlock spoke.

"Excuse me?" You turned to look at him and saw he was looking out the window, watching the scenery pass. He turned to look at you, his eyes back on his calculating look.

"Your accident. The scar. You said I shouldn't waste time trying to figure it out, but it wasn't that hard to come to a conclusion." He shrugged, like it was no big deal he was able to find out about your accident.

"Enlighten me."

Sherlock grinned at that and you prepared for his rapid deducing. "A scar usually signals a simple accident for most people, but an ordinary accident to the extent of yours typically causes brain damage. The way you subconsciously touch your hand to it when you think. It signals your accident did quite the opposite. You gained something from it rather than lost. Tell me, what did you gain?"

You looked over him for a while. No one knew that. You'd never told anyone about how the accident had changed you. The only people that knew were your parents and your doctor's. Sherlock was rather good. "A better understanding of things. I was more able to pile information and remember it all. While you were mostly correct, you were wrong about something."

Sherlock titled his head, not seeing what he'd gotten wrong. "What?"

"I didn't just gain something. I lost something too."

"What did you lose?"

"I think that's fairly obvious, but I'll spare you time. My emotions were lost, deleted basically. I was left with no memory of them and a chemical imbalance in my brain. I'm incapable of feeling." You simply explained, this was something you had to tell often to jump through some hoops with angry people. You were used to sharing the story.

At that, Sherlock seemed more intrigued than ever. "How did it happen?"

You raised your eyebrows at him. "You want to know what happened? What will you conclude from that?"

Sherlock thought over this a minute before answering. "A better understanding of how you gained something that most people lose."

"I don't see how you'll find that in my story, but fair enough." You sighed, going into your routine telling of the story in a bored voice. "I was 16 years old and my parents surprised me-"

"No, no, no. I don't want your memorised speech, I want to know what you experienced." Your lips parted as Sherlock requested that, no one had ever asked you how you'd felt in the moments of falling into the icy cold rapids. You hadn't told anyone that the only emotions you could recall feeling was the immense fear you had as your lungs threatened to fill with water and the rocks collided into left and right...

Your gaze must have glazed over as Sherlock leaned into your view. You shook your head, coming back to reality. "I... I'm not sure-"

"You remember something about the accident you couldn't find anywhere else. I'd like to know what. The look on your face suggested you seemed to be scared." Sherlock pushed the subject on and you sighed.

"Listen, this is just a total waste of time." You turned away from him, ready for this to be done and over with.

Sherlock was silent a moment, but you could tell he was going to continue to push the subject. "You're avoiding the story... you haven't told anyone, have you?"