Sherlock one shots x readers, preferences and imagines

Sherlock - eh...beard?

'Off you go.' Said John and threw me my coat. 'Are you sure you don't want to come with us?' I asked and looked concerned at John. 'Or maybe want one of us to stay and take care of you?' Poor John had been sick all day, though he denied that it was something extreme, still he looked way too pale to me. 'And then what?' Said John, 'Leaving Sherlock alone... on a crime scene? No, I'd rather have you take care of him than of me, don't worry; I'll be fine. Go and babysit for me.'

And so Sherlock and I departed to the crime scene which was an old shaggy house that made me think of the Shrieking Shack. Everything was dark and old, too old and too dangerous for someone to actually live in, yet one had.

"Had", it was after all a crime scene.

We arrived and were greeted by some people wearing big light-green uniforms to protect themselves from the chemicals that were inside the building. Though Sherlock never wanted to change for a crime scene, this time he turned around and faced me.

'I guess we need one of those fancy clothes too.' He said and smiled teasingly, knowing how much I liked to enter in our detective coats. 'They are very charming, aren't they?' I asked and giggled. 'Very charming indeed.' Said Sherlock. 'I think John would be so jealous if he knows about our nice wardrobe change. I'll get one for both of us, maybe one for John as well, you wait here and try not to do anything stupid.'

'Like what?' I asked. 'Solving the crime faster than you?' Sherlock laughed out loud as an answer while he left. Too bad though, I had bought this new necklace and it matched so perfectly with my clothing. It looked so beautiful, and I already loved it. I wanted to show it to everyone, but a uniform like the light-green ones would certainly cover my necklace. Not that the dead man lying there would notice how well it matched anyway...

I looked at it again, and was once more astounded by the forms and colours. It was in the shape of an eye made of some sort of gold, and within that eye, shining like a bright iris, was a green light, shining brighter than I had ever seen a light shine. Many lines were drawn over the light, and they seemed to move, making the light vanish or burn again. I was amazed by the science that must be behind it. It was gorgeous. And all that for merely 5 pounds...

'There you are!' I heard Sherlock shout. Of course I was here, just like he had asked me to. I looked up from my necklace and saw Sherlock nearing me. There was something strange about him. 'Euh, Sherlock?' I asked. 'I've been looking for you!' Said Sherlock and came closer. He wasn't wearing the green-ish clothing we had to wear, instead he looked rather odd. 'Where are the uniforms?' I asked. 'Uniforms?' Asked the Strange man. 'What uniforms?' I became annoyed. 'The ones you were supposed to get for us. What's your problem, normally you'd remember everything.' I said.

'What, like I'm some sort of inhuman intelligent detective or something?' Asked Sherlock. 'Euh yes!' I said and looked confusedly at him. 'Well you're wrong.' Said Sherlock. 'I'm a doctor.' I laughed. 'You? A doctor? John is a doctor, not you! You're a psychopath.' I said to tease him, expecting to hear a correction, but nothing came from of his lips. I continued, playing along with my deluding detective. 'And you look rather odd for a doctor, Sherlock.' I said, looking at the long red cape and the blue kind of robes. There were many belts around his middle, and the heavy boots he wore were black as night with the same kind of belts around them. Rather handsome, he was, I must admit. But it wasn't "Sherlock". 'Where are your curls and what's with the beard?' I asked.

'What, do you not like it?' Asked the man and touched his chin a bit insecurely. 'I thought myself to be rather good-looking, it had been worse, you know.' I shook my head. 'Well, you're right, rather handsome... But no, I don't know. Who exactly are you?' I asked so I could know who Sherlock acted to be so I could act along with him. But he just smiled at me. 'Why do you keep on calling me 'Sherlock'? I am Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange, Sorcerer Supreme. And that necklace you're wearing is mine, so come on and give it to me before I need to take it from you.' I protectively covered the Eye with my hand. 'Why would you claim this to be yours?' I asked. 'I bought it this morning.' Sherlock Strange shook his head. 'No, love, I lost it this morning. You just happen to have found it. Come come now, hand it over.' He said, looking a bit annoyed now.

'Sherlock,' I commanded, 'stop this foolish play. Get our uniforms and lets solve a crime.' The man was really annoyed now, and he reached out his hand to get the necklace but I quickly walked backwards. 'What's your problem, freaky thief!' I said indignantly. Then the man made some odd movements and suddenly a circle of strange orange light appeared around his hand, as he offensively came closer. 'What the f-' I said as I saw the light appear. 'What are you?' I asked. 'Sorcerer Supreme, I thought I had already said that, now... Give. Me. The. Eye. Of. Agamotto.' Strange moved closer, still with the bright circle around his hand. 'Okay, okay! Here it is!' I said and got the necklace off my neck. I came closer, definitely creeped out, and put the necklace around his neck. 'Done.'

Strange smiled again, and the circle disappeared. He looked at the necklace. 'Thank you, my lady. Now, I'll be leaving you.' 'Uh-huh, you go man.' I said, still confused. The man dramatically lifted his red cape a bit so it would flow around him as he turned around and left. Even if it wasn't Sherlock, they shared the same urge to be dramatic. And the same voice... and eyes... and everything except the beard...

Just as Strange left, Sherlock came it with two uniforms. 'Sorry that it took me so long, Gregory wanted to talk to me and explain me all the rules. But I've got them.' Sherlock held the uniforms in the air.

'Greg.'

'Hmm?'

'Greg, that's his name. Not Gregory.'

'Oh... is it really?'

I nodded.

'Okay... Where's your necklace?' Asked Sherlock. 'There was this man and he commanded me to give it to him as his hand became all bright, surrounded with orange light. Then he kind of wanted to attack me so I handed it over.'

Sherlock put his hand on my forehead to measure my temperature. 'I think you might be sick; you're talking nonsense.' I fanatically shook my head. 'He was there! Really!' I felt Sherlock's piercing eyes as he tried to figure out whether I was lying or not. In the end he just said: 'Well, that's strange.'

I smiled a bit. '"Strange" indeed.'

Then we put on our uniforms and entered the crime scene, arm in arm. We examined the body and as Sherlock looked up from the poor unfortunate soul, I smiled warmly at him.

'What is it?' He asked, a bit confused.

'Never grow a beard.'

A/N

But of course the beard looks amazing on Strange! I mean, come on, look at that man! 

Those eyes, come on!

What do you think to be the most beautiful trait of our little Benny? 

Anyway... Back to the subject, we're getting off track. Where do you think John is? Is he really ill or did he escape to Wakanda? Hmmm... 

Well, bye dearies!

Catch you later!

-MS