OKAY YOU HAVE FUN KIDS USE PROTECTION!! Sorry... it just kind of happens. This is a fanfic from the reader's (you) P. O. V. Okeh. If you are a girl that is. Sorry boys.
^^^^ FUCK MY GENDER ROLES WHO CARES WHAT GENDER YOU ARE READ IT BECAUSE I NEED VIEWS
And this is as if it is your first time in England. I use British vocabulary so if any words sound British just shh. There's also Doctor Who stuff in it so you might not get some stuff if you don't watch it.
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Your P. O. V.

I was walking down the street with my family who I was dying to get rid of, seeing as I was 19. They still treated me as a child. It was my first time in London. First time in England in fact. I was here for university. I was studying to become a Doctor. Kind of like John from one of your favourite shows Sherlock,

I had decided to crawl out of my cave on Tumblr and Wattpad and join the real world. Only for a bit.

"(Y/N) are you even listening to me?" I finally realized that my mother was talking to me.

(For readers who haven't read stuff like this (Y/N) means your name. there's also hair colour (y/hc), and eye colour (y/ec) yeah.)

"Sorry mum, what were you saying?"

"I was saying, maybe you could make some new friends here this week. I remember when I was young..." She started telling a story that I didn't have any particular interest in.

"Alright mum, I'm going to check out that book store. I have my phone, wallet, and I'll be fine." I said, as she looked at me hesitantly.

"Okay. Call me if you get mugged."

"I'll be fine, I'm not a child, I count as an adult. I'll meet you here okay?"

"Okay see you here sweetie."

I walked across the street, looking for cars. I was wearing leggings, and a sweatshirt that said "Allons-y" with a Tardis on it. Along with my favourite "Bad Wolf" hat. My look said Whovian...

Other than my seven Supernatural bracelets, Gryffindor socks, and 221B necklace.

I'm are a professional fangirl. And a Phangirl. There are so many fandoms.

I entered the bookstore, the smell of the paper made me inhale deeply, as I made your way to the back of the store where they have the best books and the comfy chairs.

I bumped into a man and both of us fell over.

"Oh my God I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." I started rambling an apology and standing up.

I then looked up to see the man I knocked over and he was startlingly familiar.

"Are you Benedict Cumberbatch?" I asked him.

"No. Why does everyone keep asking me that? The names Holmes. Sherlock Holmes." He replied coldly.

Processing it all quickly I decided that it was either a lookalike, Ben acting, or actually Sherlock Holmes.

"My name is (y/n)" I said, sticking out your hand. He briefly shook it, as his eyes looked over me carefully.

"You're from (wherever you want to be from) and you're here for university. To become a Doctor. Reads fictional love stories online. No pets, on the computer a lot, you like to be alone a lot of the time, everyone at your school are rude and bullies, you had a great childhood and then you grew up. Your mother is worried about letting you go off by yourself and you are having an internal struggle on wether I'm real or not." He finished. No one knew about my Fanfiction. It was definitely Sherlock Holmes.

I thought quickly. "Well Mr. Holmes you've told me everything about myself now it's my turn. Your name is William Sherlock Scott Holmes, you work as a consulting detective, your brother Mycroft Holmes is very high up in the government and you are a high-functioning sociopath. You used to have a dog named Redbeard and you have at some point in the past cut off all human emotion." I recited from the show.

The look on his face was priceless. I was the first one to outsmart Sherlock Holmes.

"Well played Ms..."

"(Y/last name)"

"Well I must be going now."

"What have you eaten today?" I thought he might me on a case. In the show he never eats when he's on a case.

"Nothing."

"You're on a case."

"Yes." He was trying very hard to cover his shock at how much I knew.

"Let me help." I said, hoping that he's agree because let's face it, I secretly love him like every other fangirl.

"You'll slow me down."

"John never slowed you down and I just told you a lot about yourself some of which he doesn't even know."

"How do you know about John?" I almost panicked but kept my poker face.

"I read his blog." I said after some quick thinking.

"Oh yes the blog."

"So can I help?"

"Fine."

"What's the case?"

"A murder spree. Three dead so far. I haven't got a clue who the murderer is other then he had something to do with my past probably."

"Tell me what you have so far. We'll go get coffee."

"Alright but I must use the restroom and then we can go." he said, eyeing me with a slight curiosity.

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Sherlock's P. O. V.

"This girl.. (y/n), she deduced me. How could she have possibly known all that. She's catching my interest and it's bothering me." I mumbled out loud.

I felt a weird tickling sensation in my stomach when I looked at her. I looked through my mind palace for an explanation.

'Butterflies. The adrenal glands release adrenaline and other chemicals into my blood stream because I am nervous. Adrenaline causes rapid heart rate, increased blood pressure and improved circulation in my muscles. Blood is flowing to my lungs and muscles, less of it is reaching other organs including my stomach. This is making the "butterflies" happen.'

She had (y/hc) hair, (y/ec) eyes, and she was quite attractive.

"No. I can't feel. I can't be attracted to her. The signs are here though..." I thought.

My pupils were dilated, my heart was racing, my breathing pattern had changed, I was sweating slightly, and I was flushed. All signs of attraction.

"Well crap."

"She'll be getting suspicious by now. I should probably go back out."

I tried to compose myself.

I walked back out of the restroom and made my way over to her. I decided to be nice to her, I couldn't help it really. "Shall we?" I asked, holding out my arm.

"We shall." She replied, taking it. Her touch sent shivers down my spine.

We walked down the street a little ways making small talk. I found out she was 19. An adult technically.

We walked into a small coffee shop, I held the door open for her. She smiled at me and I felt my heart beat slightly faster.

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Your P. O. V.

I was getting coffee with Sherlock Holmes. It was incredible. I felt my heart racing. He had held out his arm for me to take.

I was screaming on the inside. He held the door open for me on the way into a cute little coffee shop. We went to the counter and I ordered a frappuccino.

And then he sweetly paid for it. I thought he was a sarcastic asshole to everyone. Unless he was just acting.

We went to sit down and he pulled my chair out for me. Like a boyfriend would. Maybe he likes me, as if.

I was sipping my drink and he did the hair ruffle, making me choke embarrassingly.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I could see him trying not to grin.

"Yeah just, uh, drank too fast."

He raised an eyebrow. Smirking. "Sure you did." There's the sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes. "So what have you got for the case so far?"

"We have three murders. All in the woods, all around the same area. Every time their body is hung from a tree, but their hearts have been ripped out and set in the tree. There's also a note each time. First it was "Honey you should see me in a crown." And second it was "Did you miss me?" And third it was "I. O. U." all sayings from-"

"Moriarty." I muttered in disgust.

"Exactly." He replied giving me the same look as when I "deduced" him.

"Have you ever heard of the man Sebastian Moran?" I asked. In the fandom he is there but not in the show.

"Nope." He replied popping the P.

"I would look into him." I said. I was pretty sure he was one of the snipers. The one that was set on John to be exact.

"I'll text Lestrade now."

"Do you even know his first name?"

"Graham."

"No."

"Gavin."

"No."

"Gerald."

"How do you not know his name?!"

"Gandalf?"

"That's a character in J. R. R. Tolkien's novel and no. His name is Greg."

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"Hmm. I must've deleted it."

"How's John?" I asked suddenly. Remembering John.

"Good, with Mary and the baby of course but he's good."

"Good."

Suddenly Sherlock's phone rang.

"Yes?"
"Another one?"
"I'm bringing a... Friend."
"Yes I made a friend."
"My God you sound like my mother."
"Her name is (y/n)."
"Did you look into Moran yet?"
"Keep looking."

He hit end.

"Allons-y." he said, with a smirk, eyeing my sweatshirt.

I almost screamed at that. Because he kinda just made Wholock happen.

"Geronimo." I replied.

He ran outside and hailed a cab, as I hurried to join him.

In the cab Sherlock was quiet. He was in his mind palace.

We finally arrived after about half an hour. Both of us burst out of the cab and ran towards the police tape.

Sherlock held it up for you and you entered the murder scene.

"Ah Sherlock and this is (y/n) I suppose?" I nodded.

"Greg Lestrade, you can call me Greg nice to meet you." He said holding out a hand.

"And you." I replied, taking his hand and then I turned to go see Sherlock as he went back to his team.

He was looking at the corpse. It was pretty gruesome. But nothing I couldn't handle.

"What did the note say?" I asked him.

"I'll burn the heart out of you."

"Have they gotten anything on Moran?"

"Not yet."

"Ugh." you turned around.

"Hey Greg?" You yelled.

"Yeah? He replied walking over.

"Have you met Mycroft Holmes? Sherlock's brother?"

"No..."

"I'd get acquainted with him. He's very high up in the government, well he pretty much is the government."

"Thanks. By the way, how did you manage to get brought in here by Sherlock?"

"I asked him if I could after deducing him."

"You deduced Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yup." I replied popping the P.

"Can you deduce all people?"

"Only certain ones."

"How about me?"

"Not really... Nothing that everyone already knows. But take Anderson for example, I know he's cheating on his wife with Sally.

"You're like a nicer version of him. Are you two related?"

"Not at all."

"Well, you two would make a great couple are you...?"

"Dating. No."

"I wish we were." I added silently in my head.

"Alright I'll let you get back to work." he said. Then walked off.

"I saw you hanging out with freak over there." I heard a snide voice comment.

"Hello to you too." I said, smiling sarcastically as I turned around.

"Why do you even go near him? He is such a freak. Did he force you to do this?" She asked.

"I enjoy his company, he is not a freak, and I asked him if I could come. I hope you and Anderson had a lovely time the other day." It was a guess but a pretty good one as her face showed shock when I commented about Anderson.

"You're just like him." She said. "Freak."

"Slut." I retorted.

She looked highly offended. And stalked off.

"Alright. I think we are done here. Let's go back to the apartment if that's okay with you." Sherlock said, waking to stand beside you.

"Sounds great." I replied

(Small time skip.)

We walked up to the front door. The front door. 221B Baker St. I was so damn excited.

He opened it for me. I inhaled, it smelled really good, like tea.

"MRS HUDSON I NEED TO MUGS OF TEA!" Sherlock yelled.

"Sherlock." I exclaimed, slapping his arm. "Mrs Hudson is your landlady I'm guessing, not your housekeeper, you're not the type to have a housekeeper."

He looked slightly guilty and shocked for a millisecond. Then rolled his eyes.

"What was that Sherlock dear? Oh you have company. Hello dear, I'm Mrs Hudson the landlady." She said, holding out her hand.

I took it and smiled. "I'm (y/n) it's pleasure to meet you."

"Okay yes enough socializing we have a case." Sherlock groaned impatiently.

"You are such a child." I mumbled before saying goodbye to Mrs Hudson and following him upstairs to his flat.

As we walked in I couldn't help but gasp. It was 221B. In real life. Sherlock went right to the board that had string and pictures.

He looked at it and then went to the skull.

"No Sherlock you are not using nicotine patches." I said as he pulled some out.

"But I nee-"

"No you don't."

I tried to grab them but he pulled them away. "Stop being a child."

"Stop being a wife."

"Why wife? Why not mother?" I asked, as he kept pulling the patches out do my reach.

"Because, you're too attractive to be my mother."

"Stop trying to be nice it won't work on me."

"I wasn't doing that to trick you."

"In that case that was very nice of you now give me the patches."

"No."

"Sherlock..."

"No"

"I will tackle you."

"No you won't."

"Just watch me."

I jumped on him, bringing the two of us down to the ground, I was straddling him and then I pinned down his arms and grabbed the patches.

"Ha." I said.

He glared at me and I threw the patches under the couch.

He suddenly turned us over so he was sitting on me, pinning my arms above my head.

He leaned down so we were nose to nose. "Ha." he whispered.

I licked his nose and pushed him off of me laughing. Really the close proximity made me almost lose it and kiss him but that would be and issue.

He laughed with me and rubbed his nose.

There was a knock on the door. "Shut up." Sherlock yelled.

"Come in." I yelled, glaring at him for his rudeness. And he stuck his tongue out at me.

The door clicked open and Mycroft walked in. "Hello brother dear, and (y/n)." Mr British Government who knows everything about everyone.

"Hello Mycroft." I replied. He raised an eyebrow at my knowledge of his name.

"How have you been doing on the case?"

Sherlock looked at me to answer. And then Mycroft looked at me to answer.

"Can you please find Sebastian Moran? I am pretty sure he is the killer." I said simply.

Mycroft nodded and texted someone on his phone.

"Hey Sherlock? Can I go make some tea?" I asked him.

He nodded and I went to the kitchen.

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Sherlock's P. O. V.

"So brother dear." Mycroft said as (y/n) walked into the kitchen. "You've seemed to acquire a little crush."

"Mycroft do me a favour shut up."

"She likes you too you know."

"What makes you say that?"

"Pay attention to her."

I was about to reply when (y/n) walked back in with the tea.

The screen of my brother's phone lit up. "Moran is at a bus station talking with a woman right now."

"Allons-y" I said to (y/n). She didn't seem to know that I knew that line was from Doctor Who. Tenth Doctor. I waited for her reply...

"Geronimo." Eleven.

We ran out and I quickly told Mycroft to keep me updated on his movements. I grabbed a gun from behind a stack of papers on the floor and another from in the empty umbrella stand, handing one to (y/n).

I had started keeping them around the flat for cases when John left.

We got a cab and I told him the address of a shop near the bus station. Mycroft texted me to tell me that Moran was on the move. He was headed towards the forest.

"Change of plan, we are going to The Shire Forest." I said.

We got there after a short amount of time and ran into the woods, after I threw some money at the cabbie.

"You ready?" I asked (y/n).

"Ready as I'll ever be." She replied.

Within minutes an Impala drove up and stopped. Moran got out and pulled a woman out, holding a gun to her head. The woman, that was... Molly Hooper!

He brought her into the forest and I motioned for (y/n) to follow.

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Your P. O. V.

I followed Sherlock as we hunted down Moran.

We followed him and Molly Hopper to a clearing. I was praying that no one but Moran would get hurt here.

"Stay behind this tree." Sherlock whispered, he gave me a quick kiss on the head and stepped out.

Moran looked up and dropped Molly.

"Finally you've caught up." Moran said.

I saw Molly quietly get to her knees and start to slowly crawl.

"Yes. You did a good job in covering your tracks I must admit. But we had a lead." I saw him secretly take his phone out and text Lestrade behind his back.

"How does that man do that?" I thought, but my attention was brought back to Molly. She was getting close to the woods. I waved, trying to get her attention.

She noticed me and managed to crawl over to me as the men spoke. "Are you okay?" I whispered, checking over her wounds, she had a head injury, and a sprained ankle. But other than that she was fine.

A shot suddenly went off and I looked to see Sherlock with his hands up, his gun had been shot out of his hand, far out of reach now.

I started to panic. But then calmed myself down. Shoot him. A simple solution but a major task.

Killing someone.

I raised my gun and steadied it, I'd been to a shooting range once about a year ago and been really good.

I was going to aim for the head but an idea came to mind, why not shoot his gun hand? I would've have to kill him.

I aimed. A difficult target, my heart was racing but I pulled the trigger and his gun fell to the ground.

He then did something I didn't expect, but I should've, he just picked it up with the other hand, instead of looking for who shot his hand he pointed the gun at Sherlock and shot it. Luckily he was a crap shot with the rage, and pain so he only got Sherlock's leg but that filled my heart with rage.

I ran out and grabbed him, throwing him back. "Don't you touch him." I growled, kicking the gun out of his hand.

"I nicely just shot your hand but I don't do second chances." I stepped on his nose "that was for Molly." and then shot him "and that was for Sherlock."

Then I ran over to Sherlock. "Are you okay?" I tried to roll up his pant leg but the idiot was wearing skinny jeans under his long coat. When did he start wearing skinny jeans?

"Did you have to wear skinny jeans today?"

"It's my first time wearing them." He replied.

"Yeah well I need to look at your leg."

"I don't have a blade with me do I?" He replied.

"Take off your pants." (Trousers)

"What?"

"Take off your pants so I can look at your goddamn leg I have studied medical practice in school and I did a university camp okay?"

"Ugh fine."

He took off his pants and I had to try very hard not to stare. I examined his wound.

"It's only fractured the bone. You need the bullet removed but not surgically, it's not in that deep but you need it out soon because it could get infected."

"Here." he pulled a pair of tweezers out of his pocket.

"Me do it?"

"No I want you to find a squirrel and ask him to do it." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

I just rolled my eyes and got to work. I carefully moved the tweezers to just over the wound, I knew that it was going to hurt him. "It's going to hurt like a bitch."

"Just get the bloody metal out of me."

I carefully managed to get the bullet out of his leg. "I need use your jeans to stop the bleeding okay?"

"Go ahead. Thank you Doctor (y/last name)"

"Ha ha."

Suddenly we were interrupted by a yell. Greg ran over and looked at the scene in confusion. Sherlock had no pants on, I was holding a balled up pair of jeans to his leg, Molly was sitting against a tree with a swollen ankle, and Moran was dead on the ground.

I explained the scene quickly and told him what happened and we were rushed to the hospital. I stayed with Sherlock the whole time.

I got a lot of praise from the Doctors on how well I got the bullet out.

Mycroft came in and cleared up the whole Moran being killed by me thing.

I then went to the waiting room and called my mum and said I'd be meet them at the hotel later that night.

Then Sherlock came out on crutches with a cast on. "Want to come over for some tea?" He asked.

"Allons-y" I replied grinning.

"Geronimo." he smirked. "I have seen Doctor Who you know."

"Really?"

"Yes. Eleven is my favourite who's yours?"

"(Y/fav doctor)"

We talked about Doctor Who all the way out of the hospital and this time I hailed a cab.

"221B Baker St."

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Sherlock's P. O. V.

(Y/n) and I entered the flat and she made us tea and we sat down and talked about the day's events.

"Where are you staying for university?" I asked her.

"A cheap flat a little ways away from here." She replied.

"You could stay here with me. As you know my flatmate moved out..."

"I'd love to!!" She exclaimed.

"Just let me call my parents. Do you mind if they come over?"

"Not at all I'll put on my charm." I winked.

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Soon we were all laughing and talking. Her parents had agreed to let her live in the flat.

When they left we decided to watch Doctor Who.

"Which episode?" I asked.

"Um... I'll close my eyes and pick."

She ended up picking "Journeys End" one of my favourite episodes.

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Your P. O. V.

It came to the scene where The Doctor says "I think you need a Doctor." And then they kissed.

I loved that scene it was so cute. I just kind of sighed contentedly and smiled at that scene.

After it was over I took our cups and put them in the sink. I was walking to help Sherlock up and he just looked up at me. Deducing me.

After a few minutes he said "Hey (y/n)"

"Yeah?"

"I think I need a Doctor." he smirked, and then leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed him back.

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HOLY CRAP THAT TOOK ME FOREVER I HOPE YOU LIKED IT I AM NOT EDITING THAT IF I MADE MISTAKES TOO BAD OKAY?!??!?

And does anyone want me to write a part two of this with more cute kisses? Plz comment.

Geronimo,
The Queen™

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