Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Protect You

He quickly got in cab to 221b with me.

"Sherlock...what's going on? What do you mean I'm in danger?" I asked.

He frantically opened up a map and traced a road with his finger.

"Take the long way." He told the cab driver.

"Sherlock." I said his name again, and he quickly looked at me worriedly.

His eyes darted around quickly, he didn't seem to be focused.

"Tell me what's going on..." I said softly.

He stared into my eyes.

"I almost failed, Y/N..." He sighed, placing his hand gently on my face.

"Almost failed what?" I asked, staring at him. The look in his eyes saddened me.

"I almost failed to protect you." He took my hands.

I gave him a look of confusion.

"Everytime I make a friend...it puts that person in danger. I try my best these days, to avoid anyone who could become important to me in my life...but you...I couldn't let you go...not after I remembered everything, and now you're the most important person in my life, that puts you in the most danger." He said.

His sweet words were spoken softly, I had never seen him so worried in his life.

"Who's after me?" I asked, the air around me intensifying.

"Jim Moriarty. He will stop at nothing to corrupt us. Our minds." His face went pale, as the grip he had on my hand tightened.

There was a brief silence.

"I'm not telling you all this to scare you...I'm just letting you know, so you can be more attentive. There's no reason for you to be scared, because I'm here." He rubbed his thumb against my knuckles as I nodded slowly.

When we arribed to 221b, he quickly led me inside his flat, giving me his scarf to cover my face with as I walked to his flat, and he locked the door behind him after we were both inside.

I took off the scarf and handed it back to him, he took it and placed it on the coat hanger, with his coat. He walked over to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, shuffling through the kitchen cabinets.

I removed my shoes, and stretched my arms a bit.

"No." I sighed sitting down on the sofa.

He closed the cabinets and came over, sitting next to me.

I felt his arm around my own, pulling me close.

I stared at the wall across from us blankly.

I didn't know how to comprehend to anything that was happening right now.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

I'm supposed to carelessly be in high school with Sherlock...not fearing for my life in his flat.

Now isn't the time to be thinking about these things Y/N...

I glanced over at Sherlock who quickly checked his phone.

"He'll be here in an hour." He said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Vincent." He said with a tone of disgust.