Expect The Unexpected {s.h x reader}

Chapter 4

(A/N: I do not own any writing from Sherlock. All credit is given to the writers of this amazing show. I am taking quotes from a transcript of the show by Ariane DeVere.)

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Recap:

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN BED WITH MY BABY SISTER?!" John screams at Sherlock. I try my best to pull him away and explain, but this makes him even more angry.

"I wasn't doing anything!" Sherlock says, trying to explain himself.

"I must've wandered in here when I was drunk!" I say, trying to pull John away from Sherlock. John grits his teeth and is still holding Sherlock by his shirt.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING TO HER?!" He yells

"Nothing, John!" Sherlock says

"Nothing happened! I was sleeping for God's sake!" I yell at John

John lets go of his shirt, then mutters: "I need a bloody walk.." And storms out of the room while slamming the door.

Your POV:

I take a huge deep breath, and place my hand on my throbbing forehead. Sherlock, still next to me, runs his hands through his brown curls.

"Why am I in here anyway?!" I say, massaging my temples.

"I accidentally placed you in here instead of John's bed last night.." Sherlock says with a guilty look on his face.

"Place me here? I fell asleep while John was carrying me." I say, getting up from Sherlock's bed.

"Well let's say weight-lifting is not your brothers strongest suit." He says, getting up from the opposite side of me.

"Oh, wow. You really know how to please a girl." I say sarcastically, stepping into the messy living room of their apartment.

"John sure thinks so." He says, plopping onto the couch. I sigh, and heat up the kettle to make tea. A small knock on the door causes me to jump, and Mrs. Hudson enters the room.

"Good morning. Why was John storming out the flat this morning?" She politely asks. I look at her with a kind smile, but before I could manage out a word, Sherlock speaks up.

"He caught Y/N and I in bed this morning." He bluntly says, with his hands under his chin in a prayer-fashion.

"W-what?" Mrs. Hudson says, clearly flustered.

"No-No! Not like that." I redirect her. "He drunkenly slept in the same bed as me."

A moment of silence passes as Sherlock and I meet eyes, and Mrs. Hudson more confused as ever.

"That doesn't sound much better, does it." I say, before Sherlock and I erupt in a fit of laughter.

"Well, he broke my lamp on his rampage out." She says, holding up her broken lamp.

"I have a feeling he won't be too happy with us for awhile." I say

"I suppose not. I can talk to him if you'd like." Mrs. Hudson says.

"I don't think he'll be talking to anyone anytime soon." I sigh, placing my hands on my hips.

"Well, alright." Mrs. Hudson says. "How are you today, love? I saw what happened on the news-"

"I'm alright, thank you." I say, pouring the hot water over an English breakfast teabag. In less than two days, I've killed a man, got caught in bed with a man I barely know, got fired from my job, and caused my brother to hate me.