Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

Sherlock's POV-

Ever since that day that girl left my flat...Y/N, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

It was nothing sentimental.

Or at least I think.

It was just odd.

She was odd.

First of all I couldn't deduce her, and she kept asking about some female in high school which I for some reason have no memory of.

Oh right, I must have deleted it.

But I don't remember deleting it...

What exactly did happen in high school?

I can't even remember the name of my high school...

That's a problem.

How come I can't remember anything from that time...?

I've just solved a case...maybe I should research.

Keep my brain occupied.

But what will I research?

This is frustrating.

Yet very intriguing.

I desired to obtain information about about my high school,

And my theory is that this Y/N girl knows all about it.

I texted John to come over.

He should be here in approximately 15 minutes taking a cab, due to traffic.

When he arrived I was already putting on my jacket.

"What is it? Why're you in a hurry?" John asked me.

He always asks stupid questions.

"You know that girl? Y/N?" I said, wrapping my scarf around my neck.

It's a chilly 40 degrees today, better wrap up warm.

"Yes, what about her? Where is she anyway?" John asked.

I kept quiet.

"Don't tell me...you let her leave?!" John exclaimed loudly.

"We're going to find her now." I sighed.

"Oh, so now you feel bad huh? Sherlock, that poor girl was in a coma for ten bloody years!" John said loudly.

Coma...?

Ten years...?

The word rang in my head, as if I had heard of them before.

Somewhere...

Ten years ago...

I was in high school ten years ago.

I quickly hailed a cab and got in with John, not saying a word.

"So, why do you need her now?" John asked.

"John, I don't know why, or how, but memories of my days in high school have been taken away. And I don't remember deleting them, I wouldn't just delete them like that." I said, staring at him intently.

"Well...what does she have to do with it?" He asked.

"She's my only hope in answers. Mostly because she kept asking about some girl in my high school, and the word coma rings in my head like a puzzle piece, an ten years ago I was in high school." I said.

"Maybe she was that girl." John suggested.

"What?" I asked.

"Maybe Y/N was that girl you dated in high school." John said again.

I stopped and stared at the seat in front of me, deep in thought.

"Don't be absurd." I said.

It can't be true, surely.

Y/N's POV-

Jim lead me to a huge room with one table nicely set up, the room had a beautiful view of the city and it was really nice.

I sat down in front of him as a man brought our food, and mentally prepared myself one last time.

He was staring at me, smiling.

I smiled back and winked flirtatiously, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

I really hate this.

Sherlock's POV-

"So where are we headed?" The cabbie asked.

"One second." I told him.

I faced John.

"I need you to think John." I told him.

"What?" He looked at me confused.

"You need to picture her and deduce what hospital she came from." I said.

"Hospital?" He asked.

"Yes. The place where she checked out from her coma we need to go there. Close your eyes and focus." I said.

He better remember.

"Come on John! You can do it." I encouraged him.

"But Sherlock I---" he was gonna say, but I interrupted him.

"Shhh! Think, John think!" I told him.

"It was St. Thomas' Hospital!" He yelled.

"How did you know?" I asked him.

"I remember seeing the band still on her wrist. You interrupted me." He said.

St. Thomas'...why does it feel like I heard that somewhere before too?

"Oh." I nodded, deep in thought.

"St. Thomas' it is." The cabbie confirmed, and we were off.

Y/N's POV-

"So, I was thinking we skip dinner and go to dessert." I said, with a smirk.

"Really?" He asked, amused.

"Oh yea." I whispered, standing up and pulling him up by his collar.

He merely smirked at me and leaned in for a deep kiss.

I placed my hands on his chest and deepened our kiss.

It went on for about a minute, until I pulled away to catch my breath.

"You okay?" He asked, putting a strand of my hair behind my ear and placing both his hands on my waist.

"Yea." I said quietly.

"I've wanted you so bad...all these years." He stared into my eyes.

"Me too...I don't need a man who won't remember me." I lied, staring into his own.

"Really?" He said, a small smile appearing on his lips.

"Oh yea...in fact...I hate him now. I love you." I said, before leaning in and kissing him again.

This was good.

He was buying into it.

Then he pulled away.

"I thought you would be a little more smarter." He whispered in my ear.

"What?" I gasped after he injected something into my neck.