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Because I Care -Part Eight- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Eight- Sherlock X Reader by ~alannahm619
Months had passed since that night at the pool. Neither John nor Sherlock or yourself had spoken of the incident and thankfully, you were glad that they never brought it up. That night had scarred your mind. Some nights you would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat after dreaming that you were back in that pool, drowning. Sometimes your dreams would be different, worse than drowning. That night would replay in your subconscious mind, though the events in which took place would twist into monsters of the night, shaping the incident into something that never actually happened, but would seem so real. In this horrific nightmare someone always died, either you, John or Sherlock. One of you three would always die along with Patrick. Oh, how his face haunted you whenever you closed your eyes, it was all you could picture, his ice cold face with ice glazed hazel eyes, staring into your eyes as though he were blaming you: that this was your fault.
Over these passed months Sherlo
Because I Care -Part Six- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Six- Sherlock X Reader by ~alannahm619
Almost two weeks had passed since your time at the lab with Sherlock and John, where Sherlock had mentioned ‘Carl Powers’. Carl Powers had turned out to be Sherlock’s first case, in which a the champion swimming schoolboy had drowned in the pool during a tournament and Sherlock had noticed that the only thing missing from the boy’s locker were his shoes, which Sherlock tried to get the police to investigate but to no avail.
During the two weeks, Sherlock had already figured out all four of the bombers cases that had been fired at him, the first being, obviously, about Carl Powers. From your understanding of it all, there had been some sort of poison put into Power’s eczema medication which no one knew about, that was until Sherlock found out and had told the bomber through the use of his website, ‘The Science of Deduction’. The bombing victim was then freed, thankfully, but she knew nothing of her capturers or of the person in charge.
Because I Care -Part Five- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Five- Sherlock X Reader by ~alannahm619
Another cab journey later and the four of you arrived outside 221 Baker Street, Sherlock once again pouncing out the cab first and raced off a head to open the front door, leaving John, Lestrade and you to pay the fare and give chase after him. Once inside 221, the three of you found Sherlock impatiently standing outside your front door inspecting the lock, you slowly followed on behind John and the Detective Inspector, whom had both already began walking towards the Consulting Detective who was currently muttering to himself.
“(Your name). Keys. Now.” Sherlock instructed, holding out his hand, waiting for you to place the keys in them as he didn’t even bother to turn around and look at you as he said it.
“Inpatient git.” You muttered as you fumbled around in your pockets, looking for your keys. Eventually, you found them and roughly placed them in Sherlock’s hand, making him roll his eyes as he speedily put the correct key in the lock and unlocked t
Because I Care -Part Four- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Four- Sherlock X Reader by ~alannahm619
Not a moment too soon after you had ran out of 221 with Sherlock and John, Sherlock had flagged down a cab and climbed in, giving the driver the location, which was Scotland Yard. John, on the other hand, held the door open for you and let you get in before him, before climbing in the cab himself. Sherlock had chosen to sit next to the window, which he glanced out of now and then, you sat at the opposite side next to the other window and John had chosen to sit on one of the pull down chairs across from you.
For most of the journey to Scotland Yard, the three of you sat in silence, the only sound coming from passing traffic and the rumbling of the cab engine. You sat and looked out your window, watching passers by scurry along, oblivious to the world around them as they were too wrapped up in their own little worlds. It reminded you of yourself when you were in Glasgow, running along the streets with nothing but your own problems on your mind.
With a light sigh, you turned and loo