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Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 37

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After John had thoroughly cooled off and started to feel bad for leaving you with what had to be the most irritating sick person he’d ever encountered, he decided it was time to go home. He was surprised to find the two of you asleep on the couch, Sherlock’s upper half completely exposed and the sheet hanging only loosely around his hips. He’d rolled face down in his sleep when you’d shifted to a slouch, burying his nose in your stomach, and one of your hands had found its way to his back while the other remained meshed in his hair.

John took a long moment to process the scene before his mind managed to formulate a full thought, slowly repeating, ‘There’s a naked man sleeping on my sister,’ a few times in his head. He shook his head, reminding himself that you both needed your rest before he completely flew off the handle when you suddenly stirred, obviously uncomfortable in your slouched position.

You hummed softly, rubbing at Sherlock’s shoulder, “Sherly, my back hurts.”

He gave a low whine as he nuzzled further into you and the arm thrown over his head to hug your waist tightened around you, not actually waking but still protesting the attempt.

“Sherlock,” you pouted, squirming and giving him a weak shove, which did nothing, before letting out a resigned sigh. Opening your eyes to find your brother just sort of staring off into space, you gave him a small smile, “Johnny, you’re back. Feeling better?”

He opened his mouth only to shut it before letting out a heavy huff of air as he shot Sherlock a glare, working his hands open and closed. You tilted your head in confusion and then followed his gaze to Sherlock’s nearly naked form, going wide-eyed for a moment as your face grew warm before clapping a hand over your eyes with a giggle. You patted Sherlock’s head to wake him, “Sherlock. Your sheet.”


He groggily groped for it, waking up fully when he found more bare skin than he had anticipated, and then froze, “Is it gone?”

You gasped for air as you laughed, “Are you sure you want me to look?”

John finally lost it, shouting, “No, he doesn’t want you to bloody look!” before yanking Sherlock off you as he seethed, “Go put some bloody clothes on, you twat. She’s my little sister for Christ’s sake.”

Sherlock stumbled off in his sheet as you flopped sideways on the couch, laughing so hard it hurt while John started to angrily pace in front of you, barking, “It’s not funny, (F/n).”

You sat up to smirk at your brother, barely holding in more laughter, “Oh come on, Johnny… it was a little funny.”

He tried to keep a straight face as he thought about it but ended up cracking a smile and giving a little laugh, “Ok it maybe it was a little funny,” which made you grin and let loose another round of laughter. He came to sit with you, the two of you quickly in absolute stitches over Sherlock losing his sheet, laughing even harder when Sherlock came back in fully clothed with a light blush across his cheeks and his arms crossed over his chest.

You flopped down in your brother’s lap and gasped for air, slowly calming down until you only let out occasional little giggles as you looked up at him, “I haven’t laughed like that in a long time… It feels good.”

John brushed some hair out of your face, letting go of his anger because it was really good to see you this happy, and Sherlock plopped down in his chair to sulk, “You are both such children. It’s unbecoming.”

Coming from someone who acted like far more of child than either you or your brother on a regular basis, that statement was hilarious. You stifled a giggle and exchanged an amused glance with your brother who was grinning widely at his flatmate’s displeasure, finding it satisfying after the frustrating day that he’d had. Wanting to get up, John gently pushed you off his lap and you stood up to stretch with a yawn before scooping up Sherlock’s mug from the coffee table and taking it into the kitchen, “Are you feeling better at least, Sherlock?”

“Much,” he responded flatly and John got up to follow you, “What about you, Squeak? How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Good actually.”

John joined you at the stove and you gave him a little hip bump before handing him a mug of tea and then swishing out to give Sherlock his with a little grin. He took it from you without looking up and you puffed out your cheeks, “Come on, Sherly, don’t be angry. It was cute… a little rude but cute.”

He sipped at his tea after unhappily grumbling, “I’m not cute,” and you sighed, “Fine… John’s back and you’re feeling better, so I’m going downstairs to change and turn in for the night.”

You gave your brother a quick kiss on the cheek and said good night before slipping out of the flat as John sat down across from Sherlock and very casually offered, “You ever do anything like that again and I’ll break your nose.”

Sherlock mumbled, “Understood,” before settling in with his thoughts. There was the matter of his newly discovered sleep clinging to ponder as well as both the fact that your eyes had lingered a bit longer than necessary on his nearly naked form and that John had not exactly reacted preferably… that may have been due to the nearly nakedness but he had a feeling that the same reaction would apply to any intimate interaction between you and him. He stored it away in his file labeled John before opening his file devoted to you. At this point, it was becoming a little cramped with information which made him briefly consider moving it into his mind palace. He decided to think more on that later as he added his sleep clinging and theories as to its cause along with your physical attraction to him to the folder and then just sort of roamed through it.

It wasn’t until he was interrupted by his phone ringing that he realized he’d been in there the entire night and it was now morning. He ignored the phone, closing his eyes again, but immediately after it stopped ringing it buzzed with a text and he scrunched up his face before reaching for it. It was Lestrade- a triple murder across town and the killer had left a note.

Sherlock was out of his chair in a flash, shooting you a text to be ready in five, “JOHN! Case!”

They were out the door and halfway down the stairs when he got a response, ‘At work. Have fun. -(F/I)W’

He stopped dead in his tracks, John almost tumbling into him as he was caught off guard by the abrupt action, and texted you again, ‘Come anyways- SH’

The response was almost instantaneous, ‘It’s not up for debate, Sherlock- (F/I)W’

He pursed his lips in annoyance and then continued down the stairs, bypassing your door without a second glance as John trotted to catch up with him, “Are we not bringing, (F/n)?”

“She’s informed me that she’s too busy. So obviously not,” he snapped coldly. John shut up after that, curiously studying Sherlock in the cab as he wondered why your refusal had affected him in such a way and then why you had even refused since you were normally bouncing off the walls at the mention of adventure or potential trouble.

Sherlock’s expression was flat as he looked out the window, this job thing was going to have to go. It was making you dull and he needed you with him not doing whatever it was you did at that place. He was going to have to get you painting again so you could define your work hours and make them so they didn’t conflict with cases. It was the only way.

Even with the fact that you weren’t with them, he felt a sense of excitement overwhelm him as they grew closer to the crime scene- something told him this one was going to be a challenging one for a change and he absolutely reveled in that fact, a smile making its way to his lips as the cab came to a stop.
Case time and Sherlock sulking for you having a job and paying less attention to him. Some Mycroft coming up and a little action. I think. Things keep changing on me and I had a bit of a crisis over this chapter... ok a major crisis including an impossibly long shower, ten episodes of spongebob, and a least an hour of staring at the ceiling. I've actually had to start wearing my glasses again...

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CastleHeart24819's avatar
'There's a naked man sleepping on my sister'
Oh, I died laughing! XD Nice job, John! A for effort!