BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Teenlock: Storm (Part 2)

(^^ Charlie your Sherlock is showing)

Previously on BBC Sherlock Imagines: "Teenlock: Storm"...

Then the power went out.

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Well this should be an interesting night, you thought as you laid out blankets on the ground of the TV room in the candlelight. After the power went out and John had finished screaming, he claimed it was Greg and Molly, Sherlock had shined his phone flashlight down in the living room and ordered everyone back up the stairs. Now he continued lighting candles around the room while Greg and John attempted to invent a way for flashlights to hang from the ceiling to give some light off.

"Why don't you just string them from the fan?" asked Molly. Even in the dark you could see their faces redden and you chuckled as Molly shooed them away to make up their beds while she took care of it.

"What should we do now?" asked Mary.

"Tell scary stories?" suggested Molly.

"No. No way," said John. "I-I mean because Mary gets scared you know." He got a hard punch in the shoulder for that one.

"Let's make a fort, a big fort," hollered Greg.

"I'm in," you agreed happily, jumping up and going to get the blankets and pillows out of the closet. You came back dropped them in the middle of the floor. "Okay gang, here's the plan: Mary and Greg are going to do the basic foundation and layout. Molly and I are doing the interior design. Sherlock and John, you're in charge of getting the food. Okay, break!"

"I'm not in charge of anything," Sherlock snapped from somewhere off to your right.

"Oh stop being such a ninny," you said.

"I'm not being a ninny," he said, starting to get defensive. "I would just rather do something more... mature."

"You mean like play with your action figures?" teased John.

"They're collectible world famous scientist figurines," said Sherlock angrily, stepping into the light.

"They're action figures, now go get us some food. And make sure there's something chocolate," you ordered, pushing him towards the door. Sherlock and John disappeared out the door and seconds later you heard a thumping down the stairs. You all ran out and shined the flashlight down the stairs. John laid in a mangled heap at the bottom.

"What happened?" called Mary.

"Sherlock bet me that I couldn't make it all the way down the stairs in the dark without falling," he managed. "I think I may have twisted something... And sprained... And..." his voice faded out weakly.

"Well he was right, you couldn't do it," she called back down. "Put some ice on it and quit your whining, you'll be fine. C'mon guys, let's go back to building," she said, leading the way.

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An hour later you were all laying under the fort filling your faces with whatever you could get your hands on. Well, everyone besides Sherlock. He sat above you guys on the couch munching on a bland carrot. "How's that carrot taste?" you giggled.

"I feel my eyesight getting better with every bite."

"How do you know it's better if it's dark?" asked Greg. Him and Sherlock were still bickering when an idea popped into your mind. You grabbed the nearest pillow to you and snuck out of the fort, which was easy since it was dark. You ran full speed to where Sherlock sat on the couch and whacked him with the pillow. Everyone was laughing at the surprise attack. Besides Sherlock. Who was choking. On a carrot.

"HE'S CHOKING SOMEONE SHINE THE LIGHT ON HIM HURRY!"

Greg tore out of the fort and shined it on him. Sherlock's face was red and his eyes were wide with fear.

"HIS FACE IS TURNING RED SOMEONE DO SOMETHING," yelled John frantically.

"Does anyone know the Heimlich?" you asked. Everyone was out of the fort now, watching you with scared and lost eyes. "No one? Okay. Me neither. Here goes nothing. Sorry Sherl."

You went to wrap your arms around him so you start pumping on his chest, but just when you reached for him a blast to your face sent you flying across the room. "HAHA if I was choking my face would be blue not red. Maybe if you guys didn't have the intelligence of a basic dumb teenager and tried listening in class then you'd know that!"

Suddenly the room went crazy. Lights flashed around the room and pillows flew high and low. Someone smacked you in the back and you fell onto the fort, collapsing all the blankets and cushions. "I'M GOING TO MURDER WHOEVER JUST DID THAT TO ME," you yelled through your giggles.

The pillow fight continued on until the lights turned on and you were literally all "blinded by the light". When your eyes recovered you sat up and John yelled, "(Y/n) your nose is bleeding!"

Your hand flew to your face and you ran to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror. Half dried blood dripped from your nose onto your lips, and finally landed on Sherlock's shirt. His favorite shirt. He would kill you. Speak of the curly haired devil, he walked into the bathroom and handed you an ice pack wrapped in a paper towel.

You placed it on your nose and shivered at the cold. "I can't bewieve yo hit me wif a piwwow so hawd it made my nose bweed," you said, finding it difficult to talk.

"I can't believe you got blood on my favorite shirt."

"I'm sowwy," you said, looking up at him guiltily.

He smiled sweetly down at you. "No it's okay (y/n), I'm just joking. You can keep it."

"But it's yo favowite shwirt."

"You can keep my favorite anything. You are my favorite." He removed the ice pack from your face and kissed you gently on the lips.

A/N

myfirstnameisagent reminded me of Greg's forearms in the special and like I was doing so good NOT thinking about them because when I do my insides collapse and I have like 10 babies just from the thought of them. So blame her if at some parts of this imagine I was incoherent.
ALSO I'M PRETTY SURE SHE WAS GOING TO KILL ME IF I DIDN'T POST THIS SOON AND AS SOON AS I WAS ABOUT TO WATTPAD DECIDED TO BE A BUTTCHEEK AND NOT SAVE IT AND I HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND I HAD TO RECORD MYSELF SAYING EVERYTHING I REMEMBER WRITING AND NOW I CAN BREATHE AGAIN SINCE I'VE FINALLY FINISHED.

So yeah.

Okay.

Random: Who here is left handed, right handed, or both (ambidextrous)?

Love you children.

"The ones that love us never really leave us."
- Sirius Black (one of my favs)