Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

"Maybe she's showering?"

I got in the shower and washed my hair with the shampoo available.

His hair smelt just like this when I was kissing him earlier...

Stop.

I got out and changed into some clothes from Mary that John probably had brought over when he

saw us experimenting.

The little slip of paper on top of the folded clothing that read "From Mary" made me smile.

I got changed, slipping on the jeans and a sweater as well as drying my hair shortly after.

I cleaned up and tried to think about other things by hastily packing my clothes into a bag.

It was gonna be dark out soon.

I tried walking out the front door without any eye contact, before being interrupted by him.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

He was still in the same spot since we finished talking.

Same position, same look.

"Out." I said, stopping by the door not daring to look back.

"Why? I thought you were gonna stay for longer." He said.

"Well, you already remember me and...I just don't see a point in me staying, I don't want to be a burden. Thank you for everything, you've done so much for me already." I said, forging a smile, before attempting to quickly walk out.

He stopped me by grabbing my wrist tightly.

"You're not a burden." He said, hesitation in his voice.

"Oh. Thats good to hear." I said, not convinced in the slightest.

"Yes." He said, snatching my bag out of my hand and throwing it in his flat, before grabbing his coat as well and locking the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, blinking a few times in confusion.

"Going to Molly's, and I'm taking you with me so you don't escape." He said, keeping hold of my wrist while looking for a cab.

"I won't escape." I groaned.

He turned his head and stared at my face blankly for a few seconds:

"Yes you will."

I sighed in defeat as a cab stopped and we got in.

He let go of my wrist after we got in.

I angrily stared out the window.

I was done being sad, and feeling bad for myself.

I was deep in thought, leaving heat marks on the window blurring my view of the night with every breath I took.

"Those ten years you were in that hospital...who paid for it?" He inquired, disrupting my thoughts.

"Mycroft." I answered quickly, hoping to end the conversation there.

"Of course it was him...did he give you at least a play to stay after you checked out?" He asked again.

"No." I answered so quick it almost cut his sentence off.

"Oh."

There was a silence after that.

"Look, I don't mean to be so..." I said, breaking the silence.

"I know, I know...it's not your fault." He said.

"Of course it's not my fault!" I said a bit louder.