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Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 49

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Mycroft knew something was bothering you the moment he walked through the café doors. His assumption quickly confirmed when you slipped over to greet him, giving only a weak grin, “Hey, Mycroft. What can I get you?”

He pursed his lips, “Coffee- Black, three sugars. No French or formalities today, (F/n)?”

You just shook your head, “I’ll be back with your coffee in a moment.”

When you returned but didn’t sit with him as you usually did, he couldn’t help but give a small frown- you could plaster a very convincing fake grin on your face and fool everyone else but not him. In a lull, he caught your attention and you trotted over obediently, ready to fulfill whatever his request might be. For the first time since he’d started coming in, he had to ask you to sit with him, “May I have a word, (F/n)?”

Looking over your section and then at the time, you gave a short nod and went to make sure someone would cover you while you took a break. When you returned, he broached the subject head-on, asking what was on his mind, “Did Sherlock tell you to stay away from me?”

Your eyes widened, “N-No, Mycroft… I know he was not exactly happy about us talking but I am my own person. He cannot tell me what to do or whom to talk to.”

“Then whatever is the matter, my dear?” Mycroft frowned, he would never admit it but he could see the value of the company of another when you sat with him… he might even go so far as to say you were friends. It was a rather foreign concept to him and the slight sense of caring was bothersome but he knew it wasn’t something he couldn’t stop, so he just accepted it. It was kind of nice to have someone other than Sherlock to talk to.

He watched you chew at your lip before sighing and raising your eyes to look at him, “You told me once that caring was not an advantage…”

“Yes and if I recall you made a fairly good argument for the merits of caring for others.”

You fiddled with your pen, capping it and uncapping it, “I’m beginning to think I was wrong.”

“And why is that?”

“Just look at my life Mycroft… the only person I deeply care about that hasn’t hurt me is John- even Harry has hurt me in the past- and beyond that, the others that I care about either leave me, get themselves killed, or take advantage… and with those that haven’t, it’s only a matter of time before they do.”

Mycroft furrowed his brow, unsure of how to handle this new attitude, “And you would give up your friends to avoid this?”

There was a short silence as you thought that over and then shook your head, “No… I suppose not,” before running a hand through the front of your hair, “Maybe I just need to step back from everything to see the whole picture… it certainly helps with my paintings.”

You suddenly looked up and offered him a genuine smile, “Thank you, Mycroft. You were very helpful.”

He gaped at you confusedly for a moment, not understanding exactly what he’d done to be helpful, but you just grinned at him and then got up to get back to work. After straightening your apron, you patted his shoulder and murmured, “Merci Beaucoup, Monsieur Holmes. À la prochaine.”

He watched you bounce away, enthusiasm restored, and rolled his eyes as he shook his head- he would never understand the emotions of those less intelligent than him, especially women. One second they were happy and the next sad… it was off-putting.

Mycroft had long since gone when you heard Annie call you from across the café, spinning to respond only to freeze and then break into a wide grin followed by a loud squeal, “GABRIEL!”

You bounded over to greet a tall man with tan, olive skin and a flop of dark hair with a slight wave, throwing your arms happily around his neck so he could sweep you off the ground and into a spin, “Hola, querida! Cómo estás?”

“Come on Gabe, you know my Spanish is terrible…” you pouted, leaning back from him slightly as Annie laughed, the noise drawing your attention to her, “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming? Why didn’t you call Gabe?”

Annie rolled her eyes and went to take care of your section when he kissed the end of your nose, causing you to giggle as he flashed a brilliant smile and explained, “I wanted to surprise you. Everyone in Paris misses you so much… I figured you’d be missing us as well,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he added, “especially me.”

You laughed happily, wiggling so he would set you down again, “You flirt! I’ve missed you too, Gabe, but I rather like London. It’s started to feel like home.”

“You’ve been well then? Happy? No troubles?” he queried, concern clouding his normally jovial expression.

Nodding, you grinned, “I’m getting back to myself again. It’s definitely a relief.”

“Well then, amor,” he purred, taking your hand to twirl you into a dip, “Care to go salsa dancing with me tonight?”

“Like a date?” you asked, poking his cheek so he would let you up as he simply responded, “Si.”

You furrowed your brow as you considered it for a second- you’d known Gabriel for a long time and he’d been one of the ones to take you to the hospital when that whole mess happened so you trusted him. You couldn’t say you weren’t attracted to him and you knew your friendship would remain intact even if it didn’t work out because he was just a laid back guy but what about Sherlock?

You had never felt the way you did with him for anyone else but on the other hand, it wasn’t as if he felt the same… you two weren’t even in a relationship. If you were going to care then at least it could be with someone who cared back- maybe this was the universe’s way of saying you should move on. Deciding that if you were ready to be in a relationship again, then you deserved a chance to be happy and loved, you offered Gabriel a grin, “Pick me up at eight. 221 Baker Street.”

Before he could respond, you swished away to get back to work, tossing him a flirty grin and a wink as you caught up to Annie who softly hummed, “About time you got back out there but what happened to your detective friend? I thought you two had a thing.”

“Nope. He’s married to his work and devoted to his mistress- science.”

She raised an eyebrow, picking up on the slight bitterness in your tone, but didn’t press, simply offering, “Have fun tonight then. You deserve it.”

After work, you went to your closet and pulled out the dress you’d been thinking about all day, a cute red number with an open back and knee length ruffled skirt that had a slit that went all the way up your thigh. Cliché, you knew, but what else do you wear out salsa dancing? Besides, it looked damn good and you had an adorable hair clip and heels to match.

You were almost ready when you went to reach for a lipstick and found that the bag you kept your plethora of lip things in was missing, sighing as you tried to remember where you could have left it. A light bulb popped up as you remembered that you had gotten ready for work upstairs one morning when your water wasn’t working. You’d probably left it in the boy’s flat and, since you carried your current favorite shade of lipstick with you, it hadn’t come up until now. You glanced at the clock- Gabe would be there in less than five minutes and you could only pray that at least John was not only home but that your bag was easy to find as you turned to bound out of your flat and up the stairs.

Not bothering to knock, you burst through the door, heels clicking across the floor as you frantically searched for your bag, grumbling, “Where the bloody hell is it? I can’t go out without lipstick… might as well just go naked.”

John looked up from his laptop and Sherlock from his microscope, both startling slightly at your choice of attire as John frowned, “You look nice… where are you going?”

Your dress looked fantastic with your strappy red heels and you’d left your hair down, one side pulled back with a clip shaped like a gold butterfly with red accents. You found your bag under a small stack of papers, holding it up triumphantly before swishing over to the mirror to add a dark red lipstick to your already striking makeup as you answered, “I have a date.”

You spun and gave your hips a little shake as you beamed, “He’s taking me salsa dancing.”

John opened his mouth to ask some follow-up questions but the buzzer rang and you giggled, “I have to go… don’t wait up.”

John looked to Sherlock as you bounded down the stairs and out the door, noting that he’d gone a little pale, “What happened there?”

Sherlock went back to his microscope as though nothing had happened, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

John narrowed his eyes, “I’m talking about my sister going out on a date… Don’t you care? I punched you…”

He didn’t look up as he grumbled, “Why should I care if she’s going on a date?”

“So you’re not jealous?”

Sherlock huffed, “Jealousy is for simple minded idiots.”

John rolled his eyes, going back to his blog since goading Sherlock wasn’t getting him anywhere, and Sherlock let his face slip into a frown. He was jealous… why were you going out with another man? That was not what he’d expected after what you had done together the other night. He couldn’t understand it… maybe you had just used him to get over your insecurities about dating again, or maybe he’d done something wrong during the physical act- it was an area he was relatively inexperienced in. What did this guy have that he didn’t? He was probably an idiot. His mind raced as he tried to figure it out, coming to the only final conclusion that he could- he disliked this entire situation and he needed to do something about it immediately.
Sherlock messed up and now he gets to be jealous. Wonder how he'll handle that.

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AliceYukina's avatar
damn it I read Gabriel and I thought of supernatural! D: I have an addiction to supernatural I swear lol