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Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 67Faint violin music resounded from the closed door to your room when John returned the next morning and he cocked his head to the side in thought before swinging it open. The room was covered in a plethora of paper animals, a good number of them cranes, and a symphony John recognized filled the air. You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, your fingers busy folding yet another animal, and Sherlock was in the chair next to you with his feet kicked up on your bed and his eyes closed, violin and bow in hand.
You finished what you were working on, which turned out to be a paper balloon, filled it with air, and then threw it in Sherlock’s direction, hitting him square in the face. He stopped playing and you giggled triumphantly, “Direct hit?”
“You got lucky,” he said pursing his lips and you pouted, “Even if I did- It still hit you. Now pick a new spot… further away this time.”
Sherlock’s eyes flickered open as a
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 66With your brother gone, you flopped back so you were lying horizontally across the bed, hissing a curse under your breath as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your shoulder, “Putain… that bloody smarts.”
You felt Sherlock’s hand on your hip and reached out to find him again, quickly finding your hand in his as he caught it and then brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You could feel his lips turn up in a smirk when you giggled and then he wove his fingers between yours as you groaned, “How much longer until tomorrow?”
“A while,” he hummed and you sighed, “I’m sorry you have to stay… I know it must be terribly boring for you.”
“I want to stay, (F/n).”
“That’s sweet, Sherly, but it doesn’t make it any less boring.”
“True. Play a game with me?”
You blinked at the ceiling a couple of times and then gave a one-shouldered shrug, “Sure. What did you have
Through the Distorted Glass: A SummaryAfter mourning the loss of their friend, Miguel, Lanetta forces the team to continue on. Tiana has a fit, upset that everyone is just getting up and abandoning the memories of their friend. Not fully understanding Tiana, since she doesn’t speak Pokémon, Lanetta lashes out at her, stating that death is a part of life, and if you let it hold you back, you’ll never get anywhere, always being stuck in the past. She tells Tia that Miguel wouldn’t want her to suffer over him, so she should move on. Tiana reluctantly agrees, and the team heads to Eterna Forest, where they meet Cheryl.
Cheryl is a travelling nurse, on her way to the league to deliver a top secret new medicine called “revive” that supposedly can bring back a freshly killed Pokémon, within limits. Lane finds the technology scary, being a believer that you should respect the dead as they are. The two women butt heads on various issues of Pokémon morality, especially when Lane use
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 72It was a relatively quiet morning in 221B… unfortunately it only lasted about five minutes before all hell broke loose. It started with John coming down to begin his morning as he normally did, with eggs and the paper, only to find you pressed against Sherlock with his hand resting somewhere it shouldn’t. There were a lot of things John could handle, combat pressure, Sherlock’s boredom, malevolent criminals, but not this. He was even starting to get used to the occasional acts of affection between the two of you but this… this was just too much.
Before he could do anything you let out a soft whimper in your sleep and your face turned pained, causing John to temporarily abandon his anger for concern. The way you were sleeping was obviously putting a lot of pressure on one of your broken ribs, probably had been all night, and he watched you shift just enough so that the pain didn’t wake you.
Your brother sighed, rubbing his forehead- he was going to have t
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