You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

A Study in Pink: Chapter 2

"No." You admitted, starting to get slightly annoyed with Sherlock.

"No one has asked. I did." Sherlock continued. He was in fact correct. He had a point there.

"True. Alright, then, as you wish." You sighed, your mind transporting you back to the day where you'd lost and gained so much.

You remembered the morning so clearly, it felt as if you were there again, reliving it all. How everything seemed to be going wrong that day, almost trying to warn you of the dangers to come. Your parents had pushed through in order to make your birthday one to remember. You'd always wanted to go white water rafting. You knew you'd love the joy of the thrill and possible danger. When you finally got on the raft, you couldn't focus on the fun. You were too worried about the blotchy rashes on your face. You'd been dumb enough to unstrap your helmet, then leap after the paddle before it fell into the water. You remember the rushing of the water, how unexpectedly loud it was. You could almost feel the panic rise in your chest as you frailed around, attempting to recall the safety training. You were too distracted by the piercing cold water and the way it jerked you back and forth and left you uncontrollably spinning into rocks, beating you up. "Yes, I remember the fear... it was like someone had punched me in the gut as hard as they could and I couldn't breathe. All I could do was helplessly frail my arms attempting not to give in to the pain as my lungs burned for air before I was knocked unconscious. A funny thing fear is, it tightens your chest and your heart rate goes soaring." You could feel the slight quicken of your heart rate and you cleared your throat, looking over at Sherlock. "Of course, I haven't felt anything like it since."

"Fascinating."

"Eh, kind of boring if you ask me." You shrugged.

Sherlock changed the subject after staring at you quite a long time. You could feel his eyes on you as you glanced out the window. "So, how'd you do it?"

You turned back to him, studying his face. "The suitcase? Same way as you did. I analysed the evidence, did some deducing and came to the answer." You shrugged, like this was no big deal. It was an everyday thing for you. The case was exceptionally easy.

"Yes, but how? I've never met anyone who could do that." Sherlock leaned towards you, eager for your answer

"Well, I'm not anyone, and now you have. Congratulations. Besides, we just talked about it. I thought you'd figure it out yourself. Just comes to prove I'm smarter than you." You answered bluntly. If you could still get angry, you would probably be close to it with the way Sherlock was acting at the moment. This was the main reason you worked alone, people were annoying. They always said the wrong things. Sherlock looked a bit taken aback by your tone, is this how he treated people all the time?

"Okay, then. If you're as good as I am... deduce me." Sherlock challenged, raising his eyebrows confidently at you.

"I'm not sure if you'll like what I'll see." You told him, making sure he wanted to tell him.

"Please, like it would affect me."

"Okay..." You didn't hesitate to fulfill his request after he claimed he wouldn't be upset. You had a feeling he would but he told you too, so it was fair game.

"Well, for starters I see a cocky man who wants to show off his talents to anyone and everyone around him. That's very obvious as you take any chance you can to tell everyone how you've figured any little detail out. The flipped-up coat collar doesn't help either by the way, it doesn't look as cool as you think it does. That's just a personal opinion though. I also know you share a flat with John Watson, or are about to. You're convincing him to move in. Of course, I could've asked him that myself but it was obvious when he asked me where you had went back at the crime scene. Why would a war doctor be at a crime scene if he wasn't invited? But you invited him. Why? Because you're thinking about being flatmates, of course. He loves danger and you're around it constantly. Perfect match. Then there's the awkward shifting around me. Which tells me you haven't had a lot of experience with women. Also, you play the violin; I can tell by the calluses on your fingers. It could've been a guitar, but you only have calluses on one hand, a guitar would cause calluses on both hands. Plus, you have a slight indent under your chin from many years of playing. I can also see that you hide away from many people. Maybe it's because you're afraid of what others will think if you tell them certain things or that you don't like what they have to say about you. In conclusion, no matter how many friends you may ever get, Sherlock, I see a man that's alone. Closed off ever since your childhood. Oh, and don't even get me started on the substance abuse." You finished looking over at Sherlock with a hard face.