Type: Songfic (Teardrops on my guitar)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: none

Requested by: jackskellingtonrulz5

Lyric modification: Drew is changed to he and I took out some lines cause Sherlock and Drew are nothing alike , (I don't mean to sound rude)

He looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see that I want, and I need him. Everything that we should be

Sherlock Holmes had ruined your life.

Most people would consider this to be a bit of an extreme, claiming no one could "ruin" your life. But they didn't know the story. It wasn't your average fairytale, the story of a girl who fell in love with a man she knew would never love her back. You found it silly, at first you thought he wasn't capable of feeling anything. At least that's what you thought until you met Janine, the two seemed to be the ideal love birds. You couldn't help but fall in love with the detective, with his piercing gaze and cheekbones. You watched from afar, at first you couldn't believe that Sherlock Holmes had fallen in love. Maybe it was all an act, but then he introduced you to her and she seemed like everything you weren't.

He talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny, that I can't even see anyone when he's with me

Her hair always seemed to fall just the right way, her dark eyes sparkled when she smiled, she had a stable job and wasn't working in a forensics lab trying to keep up with her rent. You focused on your microscope, Molly had left for a dinner date, leaving you and Sherlock alone. You were one of his rare "friends." Sherlock placed his file down, his eyes fell on you for a moment. You did everything you  could to ignore it. You weren't enough, why could't you get that through your head?

"Could you pass me the scalpel?" Sherlock extended his hand before looking back down at his project. "It's right next to you. Get it yourself." You didn't even bother to look up, the thoughts coursing through your mind brought a certain bitterness to your tone. He looked up, slightly surprised. He stared at you for a moment before scooting his chair over a tad and picking up the tool before going back to his project.

"Y/N."

You didn't respond, you were so close to identifying the particle that had been left on the clothing if you could just concentrate....

"Y/N."

Just zoom in a bit farther....

"Y/N!"

"WHAT SHERLOCK?" You snapped, looking up at him. "Can you pass me a pen?"

"Are you that goddamn lazy?" You retorted, turning back to your project.

"I'm getting the feeling I did something." Sherlock cocked his head slightly as he studied you.

"No shit Sherlock." You muttered before taking a deep breath. It wasn't his fault. It's not like you ever openly told him what you were feeling, and he was happily in love from what you saw. You had no right to be upset with him, but you couldn't help but let out the anger and frustration out on him. Why couldn't he just deduce your feelings out of you? He knew everything else.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only thing that keeps me wishin' on a wishin' star. He's the song in the car, I keep playin' I don't know why I do

"You didn't do anything Sherlock." You murmered, jotting down a couple notes on your notepad before tossing him your pen. "There." Before you knew it, he was looming over you. "Yes Sherlock?" You asked, forcing every ounce of patience you had into the words. "You've been miffed at me for a while now." You shivered as you felt his breath on the back of your neck, "It's nothing Sherlock."

"You won't even look at me." You could of sworn you heard a trace of emotion in his voice. You shook your head. You focused on the work in front of you, suddenly you were spun around, trapped between Sherlock and the counter. His piercing gaze met yours, "Sherlock I said it's nothing! I-" Before you could finish you heard a familiar voice from the entrance. "Sorry if I'm interrupting but Sherlock we have dinner plans." Janine stepped into the lab, her high heels clicking on the tile floor. Sherlock's head snapped up and you slid away from him. You grabbed your bag and coat, pushing by him towards the door. "Just let it be." You muttered at Sherlock. You didn't meet anyone's eyes as you walked out. "Just let it be." You whispered to yourself as you stepped out into the cold night. You heard Janine's giggles from inside and you felt as if someone had just punched you in the stomach. He was happy. that's all you wanted.

Right?

He walks, by me can he tell that I can't breathe? And there he goes, so perfectly. The kind of flawless I wish I could be. She better hold him tight and give him all her love. Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky

You'd found yourself avoiding Sherlock the next few days. You knew you were jealous, but you couldn't help it. You scribbled down notes carelessly as you gazed into your microscope.

"Somebody's in a poor mood." Molly remarked, you'd forgotten she was working beside you. "I have no idea what your talking about." You shook your head, "You haven't been this quiet in, well, forever."

Before you could respond the opening of the lab door sounded, the devil himself stepped in.

"Y/N." His deep baritone sounded, firing up the butterflies in your stomach. You focused on the project in front of you.

Blood.

Blood on glass.

Focus on the blood.

These were the thoughts racing through your mind, Sherlock flashed Molly a winning smile. "Could I talk to y/n, alone for a moment."

Molly looked up at him with big eyes, "Sure! I mean yeah, sure I could..." She rambled, twirling her hair as she walked out of the room leaving you both alone. You stayed silent.

"y/n, I wanted to talk to you about Janine......" He scratched the back of his neck, looking nervous.

You felt your heart drop down into your stomach. "You seem to be doing just fine." You grabbed your notes and twirled on your heel towards the door. "If you'll exscuse me, I have work to do." and with that you left a very, very guilty feeling consulting detective.

So I drive home alone, I turn out the light. I put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight

Your cheeks began to ache as you held your fake smile, your date in front of you was rambling on about some car he was working on. Your played with the end of your purple dress, your feet hurt from the tight heels you'd squeezed your feet into. You'd made an attempt to look extra nice, hoping to take your mind off the detective. Maybe you just needed another guy to focus on.

This was not the guy.

He was interrupted from your phone buzzing, "Pardon me." You smiled sweetly and answered.

"Hello?"

"Y/N?!" John's voice sounded, laced with panic.

"What's wrong?" You asked, concerned spreading through out you.

"It's Sherlock. He's been shot."

Needless to say, you'd never hopped out of a chair and out of a building so fast. Your date shouted after you, you tossed money on the table and were out in a flash. You flagged down a cab, hopping in. "St. Barts. Step on it."

***

You raced into the hospital, Your feet aching from the tight heels. You were instantly greater by John and Mary. "Is he alright?!"

"He'll be fine." John assured you, Mary looked slightly guilty.

"Can I see him?"

John shrugged "sure."

You hurried in, your hair only slightly toddler and skirt a bit wrinkled. You felt a tug at your heart as you entered the hospital room, Sherlock's limp form laid in the bed, an oxygen mask covering his face. An angry looking looking Janine leaving his bedside, she left the room.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

Her eyes pained, you raised an eyebrow before walking towards him. "Sherlock?" You said softly, approaching his side. He turned his head, his blue eyes twinkling. "What the bloody hell did you get yourself into this time?" You questioned, he turned back and stared at the ceiling.

You sighed before pulling up a chair, he looked over at you again. "We need to talk."

"Go ahead, I'm all ears."

"It's about Janine." You felt like someone just stabbed you in the gut, and was twisting the blade. You faked a smile, "what about her?"

"I didn't love her." He said simply, you cocked your head. "I needed to get to someone through her."

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" You swatted him, he frowned at the use of his full name. "What the fuck were you thinking?"

He looked down, "the point is, that, well, I have feelings for you." He looked over at you again.

Your eyes widened, "come again?"

The detective looked as if he was trying to form the words, "I have feelings for you. I always have." He said quietly.

Part of you wanted to slap him, how come you were suddenly good enough?

But the other half of your was screaming for you to stand up and start singing hallelujah by Pan!c at the Disco.

You just stared at him. "I-I-I-" you shook your head. Come on (your name) say something.

"I feel the same way." You reached forward, and took his hand in yours. The detective looked relieved, "get some rest. We'll talk more about it when your better." You pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing, exiting the hospital room.

Nobody could of wiped the smile off your face.

A/n

Sorry this took so long!

Hooray for two updates in one day.

I've been working on this for a while but this was how I felt about my crush before he dumped me and I'd play this over and over so it was kinda hard.

So far Sherlock is winning voting wise

Love y'all

Bye bye for now