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Sherlock and y/n are sitting comfortably in their lounge chairs, facing each other but not saying a word to each other. Y/n nestled up with a book and Sherlock’s eyes mindlessly roaming around the room.
‘Hello?’ John calls as he walks into the flat.
‘Hiya mate, what’s that grin about?’ y/n questions
‘Got a date’ He says, beaming.
‘Date?’ Sherlock asks
‘Where two people go out and have fun’ he says, wondering of to the kitchen.
‘Isn’t that what you and I do?’ Sherlock says, looking directly at y/n
whilst kicking his chair 'No. No it is definitely not' y/n says, unamused.
A chuckle lingers from John, standing by the kettle 'i mean...'
'What do you mean 'i mean'?' Y/n frowns.
'Well, I mean, you two kind of do go on dates, like Mrs. H is always telling me that you two go out for dinner if I'm not here' John says.
'Yes, but only to entertain Sherlock, and to avoid my ears bleeding by awful violin playing' y/nresponds, snickering at Sherlock's scowl.
'Oi! My violin playing is not awful'
'Right... of course it's not' y/n says, whilst both her and John giggle. 'Shouldn't you be getting ready for your date?'
John rushes off upstairs, leaving y/n and Sherlock in a bit too uncomfortable silence. I mean y/n was used to Sherlock not talking to her, or even not looking at her. But this felt so different. Were these late night dinners more than just two friends grabbing food? Did Sherlock really thought those were dates? Or was his definition of a date completely different to an averages person's definition of a date.
'So...' Sherlock mutters, trying to break the silence between them, awkwardly and failing to be subtle. y/n refuses to acknowledge Sherlock attempting to make conversation with her, he has never done that before, high functioning sociopaths don't just make conversations, even with their best friend. 'Those... those weren't dates?' he persists.
'Nope' y/n exclaims sharply.
'Oh...right, yup' Sherlock responds, like a wounded puppy.
'What do you think a date is, Sherlock?' y/n questions him further.
'Well, what John said - when two people go out and have fun' he responds, dampened by y/n's attitude.
'We don't go on dates, Sherlock, you don't go on dates'
'Yeah, because I'm too busy with you' Sherlock quietens at the end, pausing before abrutly saying 'I'm going to bed!'
'Right, at 7.30pm?' Sherlock doesn't normally even think about sleep until gone midnight, he's so not going to bed.
'Yes,' looking down at his watch, 'Very tired, I need my beauty sleep.'
'You sure do,' Jay responds, giggling.
A small smile crosses his face before quickly brushing past her chair and strutting right towards his room. 'Goodnight!' Jay calls out for him.
'Goodnight, Jay' he softly smiles before closing his door.
-The Next Day-
y/n is busing making breakfast and Sherlock is still locked up in his room. He hasn't come out to say or grab a single thing. He normally wonders up to y/n's room to say good morning and have a quick chat before going downstairs to make her breakfast and set up the table before dashing off to his next case. But nothing. Not a word, or a pancake in sight. The morning felt so bare and cold, y/n hadn't realised until now how much the brief morning with Sherlock means to her. Maybe she should just go knock? Or is that being too clingy, after the converstation they had last night, he probably just wants to be left alone. But, his door is right there. No, pancakes. Before y/n can realise what is happening, she's standing infront of his door, knocking.
'Go away!' He calls.
'Do you want some pancakes?'
There's an awfully long pause before a weak 'yes, please' hits y/n's ears.
y/n enters the room, to find Sherlock working at his desk, looking through a microscope that she could sworn was left in the living room when she went to bed. Gently placing the plate next to him, y/n sits on his bed, and nothing from Sherlock to acknowledge that she was actually in his room, something she's never done before.
'Good sleep?' y/n questions. A quick nod from Sherlock before tucking into his pancakes. 'Look,' y/n begins 'If I said anything last night that upset you, I'm so sorry... I should have-'
y/n is interrupted by Sherlock pointing to the door and saying 'Bye then'. A little taken aback, y/n heads for the door. A small 'thank you for the pancakes' escaped him not long before shutting the door in her face.
Walking over to her seat, she pick up her book and plonks down on her chair before John loudly enters the room, clearly intoxicated and giddy from the clearly eventful evening he had last night. 'At least one of us fun yesterday' she thought to herself.
The day moved so slowly. With out Sherlock there to make her laugh or to take her away for a case, or lunch, it seemed there was nothing much to do in the flat. Sherlock made no graceful entrance at all, leaving y/n stranded with a book and a window to waste time.
'Where's Sherlock?' John finally asks, at 6pm, when you thought he would have questioned the absense of his best friend much sooner.
'He's been tucked away in his room all day,' y/n responds, defeated.
'Didn't say anything to upset him, did you?' John asks, jokingly.
'Why? Do you think he hates me now? I don't know what he's thinking, I wish he would just-'
'Hey, hey. I was only joking, what happened last night?'
'I think he didn't like I thought we weren't going on dates. I mean we weren't, right? But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense,'
'Maybe you should just go talk to him?'
'I've tried! He just slammed the door in my face!' y/n exclaims frustratingly.
'Okay... don't go talk to him then...' John shifts in his seat.
And out of nowhere, Sherlock's door swings opens, revealing a suit and tied, gelled back, handsome man.
'Hey, Sherlock,' John calls, 'Why so fancy?'
'I've got a date,' he replies, matter-of-factly.
'A date?' John questions as y/n sinks.
'Yes, John. Where two people go out and have fun.' He says.
'Have fun then,' y/n utters somberly.
'I will,' as Sherlocks heads to the door, 'Goodnight, you two.'
'Goodnight!' John responds.
'Night.' y/n just wants to dig a six foot hole and stay there forever. Why does she even care that he's going on a date, it's none of her business. But still, dates are their thing.