BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 27- The Violin Begins

You woke up feeling entirely better, well rested, no headache, and for the first time no bad dreams. You blinked a couple of times, registering it was light out still, meaning you couldn’t have slept that long then.

You sat up, throwing your arms up over your head and then slumping over to rub the sleep from your eyes before realizing you weren’t on the couch or even in Sherlock’s bed, which meant you had either been kidnapped (not likely) or you had to be in John’s bed (very likely).

You thought about it, the last thing you remembered was snuggling into John’s side, which would mean you’d fallen asleep against him and he’d brought you here. You ruffled your hair, still trying to fully come out of the sleepiness, and then went to see if Sherlock was home yet.

You hummed happily as you walked into the living room and for once it was empty. There was a note posted on the door in Sherlock’s short hand, a jumble of letters that only you and at times Mycroft could decipher. It read-

John said I should leave a note. Got a new case.  John is with me. Be out late. We will talk about ‘that’ when I return.

You chuckled at Sherlock’s attempt to write a note that he obliviously didn’t want to leave, he likely wrote it in shorthand to avoid John scolding him for its contents, and then tilted your head at the date and time added to the bottom of the page in John’s handwriting.

That couldn’t be right. It put you two days away from when you’d sat with John. You looked at the clock with a frown, you’d slept nearly 48 hours… that explained why you felt so much better.

You sighed and flopped down in John’s chair, pulling the pillow on it to your chest and your feet up on to its edge. It felt strange to be alone in the flat, the only other time you had been was when you were confined to the couch and you’d been so out of your mind with boredom that you hadn’t really noticed.

You decided that while strange it was nice to be alone with your thoughts for a change and began to make a list in your head of all the things you needed to do to get your life back to normal. The first and only thing that had been on it previously was simply- sleep. Now that you had done that, a rush of new things began to line up themselves underneath, all demanding attention.

You were attempting to sort out what you should tackle first when to door swung open and John and Sherlock swooped in. You bounced up to great them and were met with a glare from Sherlock and a very annoyed looking John.

Sherlock stalked past you to his chair and you raised your eyebrows at John as you approached him. He just shook his head and gathered you into his arms in a hug.

You returned it worriedly and then had a thought, “He’s been giving you the silent treatment hasn’t he?”

John let out a heavy sigh, annoyance plain in his voice, “Do you know how hard it is to work a case with him saying even less than usual and absolutely none of it directed at me?”

You tilted your head back to give him a sympathetic look and he gave you a quick chaste kiss, “Are you at least feeling better now?”

You grinned, moving your arms from his waist to his neck, “I should say so seeing as I slept for two whole days. I’m so sorry to have kicked you out of your bed for so long.”

He brought his forehead down to rest on yours, taking advantage of the fact that you didn’t seem to mind the fast pace you two seemed to be moving at, “It was no trouble at all love.”

You blushed a soft shade of pink and giggled. It felt like you and John had been dancing around each other for ages and, despite the fact you’d never actually been on a date, this familiarity with each other seemed right, even if it did make you blush like a school girl.

Sherlock watched you both with a glare and when he heard you giggle he pulled his violin in his lap and began to pluck at it in the most agitating way. You and John both jumped slightly at the sudden noise and then you groaned and let your head fall to his shoulder, an action that caused Sherlock to play even louder.

You pulled away from John and then pushed him out the door and shut gently it in his confused face. A second later he got a text, “Go to the coffee shop down the street, be there in 30 – K(F/I)H”  

He looked at it for a moment, the violin hadn’t stopped so you weren’t appeasing Sherlock… what were you up to? Deciding to trust your judgment, he did as you asked and went to the coffee shop to wait for you.