[Miss Sherlock Fanfic] To Be Honest

The room is too quiet for a ten o’clock weekday. Wato thought while she enters the room, getting a full view of chocolate wraps and half opened liquor across the room. She almost ran over a bottle on the floor, picking up an Avion tequila, whatever that may be.

“Sherlock,” She said with her hands on her hip, bag still hung from her shoulder after a long day at her part time library job. “You expect me to clean this?” Her eyes screened through the room. I’m picking up for a kid, no doubt about it.

“Sussh…I’m trying to experiment.” Sherlock answered in a whisper, lying on her couch with her gaze fixated to the ceiling. “I think I understand why people like the sensation. But barely equatable to ecstasy.” She sighed and said, “Better off going to the Medical Box.”

Wato remembered the disco bar, she was the one being taught of what a pusher is.

“Would you like to try?” Sherlock turned to her flatmate which is recapping all the liquor on the coffee table. “Milk chocolate with rum would be good.”

“I don’t drink, Sherlock.” Wato replied. The detective picks up a bottle of white wine and drained the remaining half in the matter of seconds.

“Now that, should do the trick.” Sherlock with a cheeky smile placed the empty bottle down to a wide-eyed Wato. “Give me a minute.”

“Sherlock?! Why would your do that! I’m getting you more water whether you like it or not.”

Wato is angry. How rare. She laughed giddily.

Her feet feels light and the ceiling seems to spin. Wato’s blue coat was on a reachable distance so she snatched it up and wraps herself in it. The faint smell of old and new books is welcoming.

“You should drink up.” Wato gave the usual black cup to Sherlock.

“Help me.”

“With what?”

Sherlock shot her right arm from underneath her blue coat and said, “I can’t get up.” Her face cringed at the throbbing ache around her temple.

“Does it hurt?” Wato asked with concern, grabbing Sherlock’s arm and tugs to what seems to be her whole weight.

“Sit here,” Sherlock reaches out and slowly pulls Wato by her shirt, patting on her thigh. She tried to resist but Sherlock doesn’t seem to loosen her grip.

Wato sighed and sat. Sherlock hugs and snuggles onto her, feeling a stiffened Wato holding her breath.

“Much better.” Sherlock mumbled as the pain eases. Wato exhaled and had a bittersweet smile.

Slow and steady respiratory rate. With a hint of alcohol and chocolate.

“You’re drunk, Sherlock.”

“And you’re my oxycodone…”


“Not to mention its addiction, abuse and misuse.” Sherlock continued to ramble with her eyes closed, “Neonatal opiod withdrawal syndrome, respiratory depression and cytochrome p450 3A4 interactions..”

“Okay okay, I know.” Wato managed to pass Sherlock’s cup into her hands. She was smiling gleefully at the water.

“By the way, the name is Sara. Sara Shelly Futaba.” Sherlock muttered and smiled, her right hand outstretched for a handshake which Wato takes it in doubt. Her grip was firm with seven shakes.

“Yoroshiku~” The detective made a weird salute and gulped the whole cup of water before leaning onto Wato’s arm.

“Sara?” Wato bends her head sideways to take a glimpse of her face.

Stupid Sherlock.


Sherlock woke up with a headache and ample memory of what she did yesterday night.

“Sherlock, ohaiyo.” Wato came into her room and made coffee as usual. The room is tidied and no sign of liquor or stain.

Sherlock feigns ignorance, noticing the difference in her room. A bottle of rum and a box of milk chocolate stood quietly at the corner of her work desk.


[Miss Sherlock Fanfic] 221b

Her coat. Her boots. Her strides and the sound of her foot steps.

“Okaeri Sherlock, Wato.” Miss Hatano stood in front of the apartment, smiling at the familiar figures. Tachibana’s eyes were red, hand still holding onto the green coat while Sherlock held onto her shoulder. Kento nodded from behind with Wato’s luggage beside him.

“Arigatou Hatano-san.” Sherlock smiled warmly and continued, “I think Wato needs a cup of tea. Let’s get her in.”

Wato followed obediently as Sherlock guides her back into the room, seating her in the usual seat across Sherlock’s favorite sofa. It doesn’t take long for Miss Hatano to reappear with a tray of tea and biscuits but the silence were deafening. Wato held onto her hand over her shoulders when she tried to move away.

Sherlock sighed and sat on the armrest instead. “I’m real, Wato. And I’m not going to disappear.”

“Mmm…” Wato only managed to give a small squeeze before tears came dropping down her cheeks.




She felt a hand on top of her head, trailing down and running lightly through her hair.

“Wato, the tea is getting cold,” Sherlock shifts and got down in front of her, eyes staring straight and both hands on her knee. The trail of tears made Sherlock’s heart ache.

Wato looked down. Just like a kid.

“Sherlock…” Wato cupped Sherlock’s cheeks and went for a full bear hug entrapping her shoulders. Light sobs could still be heard upon her neck.

Two arms reached up and held onto Wato’s shoulder blades.

“I’m here. Don’t worry,” whispered Sherlock and both of them felt warmer in each other’s embrace.



Me: Where is all the fluff?

Pessimistic imagination: Not in a million years *smirk*

Me: 😨


[Miss Sherlock Fanfic] Asamiya Tea and Green Tea

Post Reichenbach Falls

Kento took a step back to check on his sister, obviously bored by the looks of her face while slouching in an old-fashioned sofa. The heating pan was sizzling with fried rice that he is making for the both of them.

It was a peaceful Monday and Kento had more than 20 minutes. He had the whole day, given a cool-down period after a brief assault on the virus incident. Sherlock looks the usual, which makes him the more unsettling. Now how could I make her talk?

“Ah, do you happen to have your phone?” Sherlock asked, “I’d like to check on 221b. I hope my place doesn’t get turned over.”

Kento divides the food onto two plates and gave one to Sherlock. “Don’t worry, is there a time when I failed you? Everything is taken care of and we only need to wait for the coast to be cleared.”

She spoons up the fried rice and ate even though she seemed uninterested.

Check barrel. Loaded. Click. Stance and grip. Aim. Anticipate recoil. Pull trigger.

The gun was returned to Shibata but she never forgot the feeling in her hands. As much as it works according to manual, shooting a dying man was unpleasant. Her eyes fixated to the image of a crumbling man and a tearful woman.

“Sherlock,” Kento interrupted, “Your hands aren’t moving. I have chocolate in the fridge, but only after you had eaten up.”

“Don’t wana..” Sherlock sulked in reply.

“Hmm?” This is the first time she had rejected chocolate.

“I don’t have anything to concentrate on. Might as well die in boredom.” She turns over and wraps her legs with her arms, shrinking into confinement the sofa could barely provide.

Kento shakes his head with a grin and said, “One cannot die that easily. Not this way, to the very least.” He walks away into the kitchen while she sinks into her gloominess. Half a plate seems good enough. We’ll need to invite Wato for a dinner some other time or she’ll get even skinnier.

“Heads up!” Kento pulled a fast one and threw a piece of chocolate to his sister. She caught the piece alright.


“Wato-san likes this.” Kento said and pop one into his mouth, “If only I could have some green tea, that’d be nice.”

“Asamiya tea.”

Sherlock answered and leaned onto his big brother, now standing beside her sofa.

“You win.” Kento laughs and ruffles her hair, “Wato-san had spoiled you.”

The duo spent the day in peace, despite one under probation and another pronounced dead.


[Miss Sherlock Fanfic] Reichenbach Falls

Episode 8 aftermath

Shibata pulled his cap down, hiding his features as he switches on the gondola. I can’t believe I’m doing all these. For a bottle of green tea.

It was a sunny day, the offices were bustling with people like any other day while he ascends the building, hitting a height of 240m. His hand reached for a cloth and started polishing the window. Nobody was in the meeting room that he was facing.

An inflatable safety mat was laid upon the gondola, inflating while he took a glimpse above. No sign yet.

“What a nuisance, that lady.” Shibata muttered under his breath but could not stop a grin on his lips. The thought of Sherlock actually owing him a favor makes the whole scheme, well, worth while.

A gunshot was fired and Shibata suddenly shifts to the side as he adjusts the safety mat position. He caught a glimpse of Sherlock’s face before she came falling down with another lady in her arms.

“Make it quick.” Sherlock nudged her head to the person she had held in a deadlock. Moriwaki Akira.


Inspector Reimon rushed to the edge and confirmed their safety. Everything as planned.

“As if I needed you to remind me,” Shibata jumped onto the mat and restrained her, putting a cover over her mouth while the gondola went descending.

Sherlock brushes her shoulder, as if to remove some invincible dust with a delightful grin on her face. The voice of Wato screaming her name, and only her name, brings a sense of triumph.

“Don’t get cocky,” Shibata shot a sharp gaze and continued, “there are still stuffs to do.”

“Of course I know that.” She replied flatly, all the more irritating to Shibata.

Sherlock stuffed her hands into her coat and literally skipped to the ambulance on standby. Such convenience, having a brother like that.

Shibata pushed Moriwaki into a car while she struggles slightly under pressure.

“See you on the other side,” Sherlock smirked with her tiny wave before covering herself with a white sheet, not to mention hopping onto the stretcher by herself. As if she was enjoying the whole thing.

The ambulance departs and Shibata drove off to their designated location, shaking his head at the thoughts of this eccentric lady.

Justice never felt satisfying this way but he was rooting for it. Unexpectedly. So much for being a cop.


[Miss Sherlock Fanfic] Death

Episode 6 Aftermath

Sherlock looked into the mirror, holding a cotton bud with iodine to clean the laceration wound on her neck.

This scar will heal nicely.

“Sherlock, let me do it for you.” Wato walked into the room and sat on the handrest of her sofa, shifting her body sideways to see the wound more clearly.

“I’m still a doctor no matter how you see me.” Wato continued and took the cotton bud to clean the wound, “You don’t have to do everything by yourself.”

“It’s just a 2.5cm laceration. Nothing serious.” Sherlock raised her head to let Wato remove the clot and place a dressing despite the way she replied.

“Done. Just be sure not to wet the area for these few days.” Wato tapped Sherlock’s shoulder and stood up to leave.



“What do you think of death?”

Wato fell silent for a second by her question. But it doesn’t felt intimidating or rude, it just came of as something Sherlock would ask.

“Hmm…At first, it doesn’t felt real. Even when it happens at the hospital, postmortems were not something juniors would attend.” Wato slowly walked to the usual sofa across Sherlock and sat. “But it all changes in Syria, people die everyday. Too many that I’d lost count.”

“Wato, you don’t need to continue if you don’t want to.” Sherlock looked eagerly at Wato, wondering what she sees as she only stared at the bare coffee table.

“It’s ok. I think this is part of life. There is still so much to do as long as we are alive.” Wato ended and smiled at Sherlock. “But Sherlock won’t be much shaken isn’t it? By the way you look at all the corpse.”

“Well…A certain pair of coffin makes the earth shatter but that’s another story for another day.” Sherlock waved away and left her seat to move to her work station.

Wato’s gaze follow the companion, sensing something was a little off. She remembered the time when Takai-san cut his own carotid artery while Sherlock stood frozen still. Sherlock did not respond while she rushed to give compression.



“Why did you not move when Takai-san fell?”

Sherlock pouted, seems to be sunken in deep thoughts before she replied, “It was his death wish. I see no reason to save him…” She shifts from left to right in her rotating chair and continued, “Wato would not be able to understand.”

She stopped and drop dead silent after the remark.

“Neh, Sherlock. Why are you called Sherlock?”

But Sherlock seems to be focused on her work and had stopped registering her presence in the room. Figuring it is very late into the night, Wato got up and slowly slides out of the room.

Maybe someday, she’ll be able to talk about it herself.

Wato closes the door and creeps back to her room, not knowing an internal turmoil has just started in the mind of Sherlock.


[Miss Sherlock Fanfic] Family

Episode 4 aftermath

“I’ll protect you, mom.” Daiki said proudly while he gave his mother a big hug.

Okaasan. Can’t remember when was the last time I said that. Did I sounded so childish too? Sherlock thought as she lay against the wall.

“Do you like kids now?” Wato sensed her soften composure and came to whisper behind her.

“Hate them.” Sherlock replied and walks off. Wato bowed and catches up to the striding steps of her companion. She smiled, shaking her head unbelievingly at Sherlock’s honesty.

“I bet you secretly have a soft spot for them.” Wato teases and continued, “I wonder what Kento-san would say when you were a kid. Must be amusing.”

“Ie…I’ll pass of as some weird child.” Sherlock looks beyond the slope, deep in her thoughts. The days when she had unsatisfied hunger with puzzles, rhymes and interesting facts, human was the last thing she would be interested in.

Wato didn’t know what got into her but she reached out and got hold of Sherlock’s wrist, “Is there…something wrong?”

Both frozen in their steps, Sherlock looks at Wato’s face. This concerned expression. Just like a mother. As if I’m her child.



“You have excessive empathy, Wato.” Sherlock said it as a matter of fact, “It’s dangerous.”

“Are you worried?” Wato said and watches her companion shift her gaze away. Tsundere?

Sherlock clears her throat. Wato can be surprisingly sharp in detecting emotions.

“Let’s go home.”

“Hai.” Wato replied with a cheerful ring.


[Miss Sherlock Fanfic] By My Side

Sherlock saw a dagger flashed out from the culprit’s pocket. The way he held the hilt and its length. That height and stance. Wato had her back against him and Sherlock made her move.

Sherlock grabbed Wato by her shoulders and forced her to swap places with her. As surprised as Wato with Sherlock’s sudden move, Sherlock cringed at the sharp pain spreading from her lower back.


Wato shouted as she see Shibata knocked out the person and held him into a body lock.

Sherlock’s knees went weak and she could feel warmth spreading across her shirt. That was more painful than expected, she thought to herself.

Sherlock! Sherlock! Answer me!

Wato’s face was teary and ugly, Sherlock laughed at the idea of it.

You’re loud, Wato…

*** ***** ***

Sherlock woke up to that familiar smell of disinfectants and temperature. Hospital ceiling. Branula on her left arm. She took a glimpse at the attachment. Normal saline. Sherlock raised her eyebrow. Nothing serious.

There is a firm bandage across her abdomen, dull pain underneath but still bearable. No vital organs involved. Check.

Sherlock grinned to her own sweet victory, exactly 3.35am in the morning.

*** ***** ***

A familiar figure was fast asleep beside her. Wato with her head upon her arm and half of her face hidden underneath her now disheveled hair.

Sherlock listened to her breathing, loud and clear in the silent night. Thinking that it might tickle her face, Sherlock lifts Wato’s hair gently and tucked it behind her ear.

The sleeping lion stirred and her eyes snapped open.


Awaken by her own nightmare, Wato could not make out where she was at the instant but someone held her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Wato, it’s ok. It’s just a dream.” Sherlock replied in a whisper. Wato had never felt such a warm and gentle side of Sherlock, despite being observant yet she never said it out loud, well, never in a good manner anyway.

Emotions welled up within her and Wato found herself hugging Sherlock, feeling her twitch and settle in her tight embrace.

“Wato.” Sherlock sounded apologetic.

“Baka.”, Wato replied with a trembled voice.

Sherlock sigh and said, “I’ve never made any mistake in my judgement.”

“Well I don’t like your judgement,” Wato snapped and sat on the side of her bed. “And I felt helpless every time I follow you. It’s as if..”

Sherlock raised her finger to stop her mid-sentence.

“Wato, I have a doctor following me around. Relax.” Sherlock grins and continued, “It’s more than I could ask for.”