You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

A Scandal in Belgravia: Chapter 11

"I was wondering when you'd finally come." He spoke, turning around to walk into his room. You watched him go, you really didn't want to do this. Not now. He turned to look back at you, holding the door open for you to come in. You sighed, walking down the hall and into his room. You sat on the edge of his bed as he carefully closed the door. He turned back to you, his eyes studying you as you instantly began to regret your decision. You should've never even come up here in the first place.

"You haven't been sleeping." You deduced quietly, wondering what possibly had him tossing and turning at night. You had your reasons, what were his? He stood in front of you not denying your statement.

"Neither have you." He pointed out and you nodded. "Not for a long time."

"I..." You rubbed a hand over your forehead, feeling your scar beneath your fingertips. "Can we talk about you?" You looked up at him and he studied you, nodding. His eyes seemed to go somewhere else, stress making him appear older. He paced the room, pulling Irene's phone from his pocket. Of course that's what had him up, trying to solve its code.

"I can't figure out the passcode to her phone. I've tried the most logical passwords, but neither of them worked. I only have two attempts remaining and the phone is heavily protected. There's no room for error on the next codes. I can't sleep thinking she's beat me. I need to figure out this password."

"She hasn't beat you yet Sherlock, you said yourself you had two attempts remaining." You told him softly.

"Sure, two attempts and zero ideas." His shoulders sagged and you searched your memory for anything useful.

"Well, as long as you have the phone and she doesn't that's all that matters right now. You have plenty of time to solve it and knowing Irene she'll want it back. She's already tried once. It's her protection, right? She won't stop until she gets her way." Sherlock nodded, agreeing with your statement as he stopped pacing to look at you.

"You're right, but her mystery gets to me... I-I texted her back..." He admitted. You swallowed your annoyance for Sherlock, not wanting to upset him, but still surprised at his statement.

"We know who always comes out on top, don't we?" You smiled softly up at him and he rolled his shoulders, knowing you were correct.

"Me." He softly said, gazing towards the floor.

"Well, I was thinking about me but I mean..." That got Sherlock to smile and you looked up at his grin, your heart pumping faster.

"Okay, we've gone over my problems. You need to talk about yours, your nightmares." He crossed his arms and you bowed your head suddenly feeling defeated, images of Moriarty popping back into your head. "I know you don't want help, you wouldn't ask for it. But I'm giving it to you whether you like it or not. You might as well start talking."

There was a long silence after Sherlock spoke. You looked down at your hands that were tucked in between your legs. You shielded yourself from Sherlock's eyes as you began to speak. "Everything I've ever gone through my entire life is hitting me all at once. The bullying... the name calling... the-" Your breath hitched in your throat, you didn't want to say it. You forced yourself to. You needed to confront it. "The abuse. It's like Moriarty has unleashed all this fear ever since what happened... I don't want to be this scared girl who had PTSD like he wants. I can't sleep... No matter how hard I try. He's gotten into my head. He's made me fear him. I want to delete it, but I can't." You felt the tears threatening to spill in your eyes, but you did your best to hold them in.

You felt the mattress dip in beside you and Sherlock wrapped his arms around you. You couldn't hold it in anymore and turned into his chest, letting the tears flow. You just sobbed and Sherlock held you tight, rubbing his hand along your back. You hiccuped and now you just couldn't stop. Everything you'd been trying to hold in was bursting out all at once.