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Sherlock - The Doppelgänger - Request

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Hey there!

So, Maiya112002 asked me to write her three stories, here is what I've been asked to do:

1.) Sherlock and moriarity: best friends both know what each other do. Like jim does all these crimes and Sherlock figures them out and both of them know but Jim never gets caught. Friends, not lovers.

2.) Sherlock cheating on you

3.) Sherlock and a imposter: like the imposter comes in 221B and makes you angry by doing bad stuff and then real Sherlock comes in and y/n gets confused and screams at him like that.

I figured it would best to just combine those three! I did my best and you're about to read the result! I hope you like it! ;-)

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'Who's there?' I asked as I rose from the couch. There had been a knocking on the door, which was odd since I was expecting no one and clients usually contacted us before coming to our apartment. Furthermore, both Sherlock and John had keys to come in. Yet a knocking, once again.

'Who's there?' I asked again, insisting to know who I'd be dealing with before opening the door. Odd people seem to knock on 221B's door...

'It's me. Now open the door, it is raining!' I recognised Sherlock's voice, though it sounded slightly different. I opened the door and Sherlock came running in as if he was storming the Bastille. He quickly closed the door, water dripped from his fallen curls. 'Why didn't you open the door yourself?' I asked. 'I lost my keys.' Answered Sherlock and coughed. 'I've got a cold.' He explained. 'You might have already heard that.' I had already noticed the change in his voice so I nodded and walked towards the living room with my wet detective.

I was about to sit down when Sherlock took me by surprise by grabbing my arm. 'What is it?' I asked, amazed by this sudden gesture. Sherlock just smiled at me and showed me a glimmering in his eyes. 'Can't I thank you for opening the door for me? If not for you, I'd still be stuck there in the pouring rain.'

I blinked at him, looking puzzled as he leant in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. 'Thank you, love.' He said rather seductively. I nodded and blushed. 'Of course.' Sherlock went away, probably to play with his chemical set and I faced John. He looked at me and then smiled as he saw my red cheeks. He was aware of the relationship between me and Sherlock and had only encouraged it in every possible way.

I did not know what had come over my dear detective, but he was smirking the entire day. On moments when John wasn't looking, he would steal a kiss or two and even when John was present, I would receive loving looks coming from clear blue eyes. I had never seen Sherlock like this, and though I was amazed and perhaps slightly scared for this sudden change, I somehow also liked it.

But things started to change quickly.

As if someone had been critical on Sherlock's former and happier behaviour, Sherlock acted ignorant of my presence and annoyed by my words the next day and for many days that followed.

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I rushed to John, asking him where our skull was. 'Skull?' Asked John astonished. 'Why do you need Yorick?' I shrugged my shoulder. 'I don't need him, it's Sherlock who's asking for him. Well... He doesn't ask for it, he commands me to get it.' I said, showing my annoyance in my voice. John smiled at me, it was this kind of smile, his smile, that always seemed to calm me down when I was upset. I hadn't yet figured it out why it was so calming, but fact is that it never really seem to fail in its purpose. John then rushed off, getting the skull for me. 'Here you go. Be careful though, don't drop him; dead man may still feel pain.' I smirked. 'Even if he feels something, dead man tell no tales.'