(There are two links that I am going to put. One is instrumental, I suggest you listen to that while reading, but if you cannot read an listen to music at the same time that is ok. However the second link is going to go to a song, I HIGHLY suggest that you listen to that before continuing. I am putting these songs here for the best effect)
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The ground…you felt it cold on your back, but it was so comfortable. You so tired…so tired…and everything was so fuzzy. You gasped, and coughed. Something warm was spilling out of your left shoulder. It hurt…wait...it actually...hurt…really, really badly. Tears started to fall from your eyes, it was warm as it slide down you cheeks.
“H..Help..,” your voice cracked as it weekly called out, “P..Please….”
You could have sworn you heard someone beside you, but your mind was getting lost. Memories of your life were starting to flash before your eyes. Of meeting…him.
You were friends with an old military doctor, named John Watson. Your dad knew him, so you ended up becoming friends. He had a very gentle and kind soul, with a hidden eye for danger. He had gotten a flat to share with someone so they could afford the rent. You eventually found out that he lived with someone who was a Consultant Detective. You didn’t know exactly what that was but it sounded cool.
You read John’s blog every time he posted something new. Then something happened that changed your world forever. You went to visit him. You weren’t expecting it to be much, just pop in chat and go on your merry way. Yet, when you met John’s roommate, you then fully understood why John once told you ‘He is fantastic, but a show off.’ The moment you stepped in the door and were welcomed by John, your eyes fell on a man in a chair by the fireplace. He had dark curly brown hair, and he had crystal eyes that watched you from the other side of the room. Without you saying a word he knew almost everything about you. You knew he was bursting with wanting to say his deductions so you challenged, “Say something.”
Once he reveled his deductions, you were amazed. You could tell that both John and the man named Sherlock expected you to be annoyed, but you enjoyed it. Before you knew it, you were asking him to do more. To tell you more about anything, about his cases, the Science of Deduction, even tobacco ash. It took the both of you a long time to realize that John had long since left, and you two had been talking all night. You didn’t even feel the time pass, it just did. When the sun rose, you gasped and realized what had happened. You weren’t sure why or how, but you found Sherlock perfect company.
The following weeks you found yourself making excuses to visit John. Yet, everyone knew why you were really there except you…and maybe Sherlock. It turns you the two of you, while very smart, were incredibly thick. It took both John and Mrs. Hudson to get the two of you to realize it. John had told you, to come to a restaurant saying he felt like eating out for a change. You were happy to oblige, Sherlock on the other hand took more coercing. Mrs. Hudson had to run in acting all panicky, saying that both you and John were in danger. Sherlock busted out of his flat not giving Mrs. Hudson a second notice. She just stood watching the door close with a sly smile on her lips.
You were the first to arrive, and were surprised at how fancy everything was. You were delighted, while Sherlock was rather upset. He came in making quite a stir saying that You and John were in danger, but quickly realized that he had been tricked. He wanted to leave immediately, but you didn’t want him to spoil the fun or miss out on it. So both you and John begged. Then when he finally agreed, John got up and left. Leaving you extremely confused, and Sherlock amused at your reaction.
“We have been set up, my dear,” He chuckled.
“What?” You glanced at him not believing him.
“It seems, they think we fit together,” Sherlock sighed annoyed, but you ended up blushing and playing with your salad.
“So, it seems that there is nothing further to gain here,” Sherlock started to get up, “So I shall take my leave.”
“Wait!” You couldn’t just let him walk away, he just stared blankly at you waiting for a reason to stay, “Um…it would be a shame to waste all this food…and a chance to eat at such a fancy place.”
He rolled his eyes, “Oh please, this kind of place is only were the rich or ones desperately trying to woo another person go. I find it a completely…”
“Mycroft is paying,” You interrupted smiling to yourself.
Sherlock immediate sat back down, “I’m thinking Lobster. How about you?”
You nodded and smiled, you knew him so well. Of course he would stay if Mycroft was paying, so he can get the most expensive stuff just to annoy his brother.
“Yes, I was also thinking caviar,” You said in a serious tone. After about a minute of solid staring at each other, the two of you burst out into laughter. You in a beautiful giggle and Sherlock in his deep chuckles.
The two of you ended up surprisingly had a great time. The two of you talked to so much, that you barely touched your food. Neither did Sherlock, but only you noticed that. For someone who was a consultant detective, he sure had a hard time seeing what was right in front of him. So, you were patient.
The plan to set the two of you worked, but not like anyone expected it to. You and Sherlock met up more and more. Not only at his home now. Sometimes he would show up outside your work to walk you home. He would claim that he needed someone to talk to, and John was busy or being annoying. Yet, you knew better or at least hoped you did. He always kept your meetings secret though, he even told John to make no mention of you on his blog. You figured, it was because he was trying to keep you safe. You also wondered if he didn’t want to admit he like you. You understood, it would contradict all that he so fondly said.
After a time, you found he said these like ‘Love wasn’t important’ less often, but he would talk to you more and more. One day a miracle happened, it rained and it happened on your way home from work. You walked out, and pouted. The weatherman told you over the T.V. that it was going to be completely sunny all day long. Looks like you had to walk home in the rain.
On your way, in the cold and muck, you heard Sherlock’s voice suddenly come up from behind you.
“Here, put this on,” He nonchalantly handed you his long blue trench coat. You took it gratefully to cold and wet to argue.
“What about you?” You asked as you worried over him getting so wet.
He waved one hand, as if to push that thought away, “I’ll be fine, you would be no good to me with a cold.”
You nodded and smiled, “So, How goes the latest case?”
As he began to go on and on, showing off a bit actually, you listened with your whole heart. When he asked questions to test you, you actually managed to answer thing correctly bringing a slight smile to his face. You brought his coat closer around you, as you realized you could not take it anymore. You couldn’t wait for him to make up his mind. You had to risk it all, even if that meant a broken heart.
You got to the steps of your flat faster than you wanted to, but that quickly left your mind. You decided, a sure fire way to tell if Sherlock liked you was to try and kiss you. If he stopped it, then fine with him you can quickly go back to being friends….hopefully…. but if he returns the kiss! Then you must not be alone in the feeling.
You climbed the small steps to your door, and the two of you stood close to the door. You looked up at him realizing once again how handsome he looked. Even with his curls wet and pressed down on his forehead, his eyes still shined.
He reached around your shoulder, most likely to take his coat back. You felt like everything was going in slow motion. You could no longer feel the rain hit your head. Well,…now or never, time to risk...wait..
You felt his hand, hold the back of your neck, and his other slide up to cup your cheek. Before you could process what was happening, you felt something soft press against your lips. You were in complete and utter surprise. He was kissing you!
You smiled in the kiss, as he gently rubbed his thumb across your cheek. To show him that you felt the same, you kissed him back and wrapped your hands around his neck. It was the kind of kiss that was completely innocent, and had no wrong motives. It changed everything from then on.
The two of you grew closer slowly, but comfortably. Sometimes, you snuck close to crime scenes to watch him work. Though he didn’t approve, even though he wouldn’t admit it quiet yet, he was worried about your safety. Yet, you found out that sometimes, he snuck to your work to watch you.
Unfortunately, the good times could not last for someone else was watching the both of you.
“SAY SOMETHING!” You yelled tears running down your cheeks. It felt like liquid betrayal. All that you had done, was visit him and found him kissing some other woman. The woman was surprised by your arrival, but Sherlock didn’t seem to be. In anger, you grabbed the woman and told her to go home. She could not argue with the fire in your eyes. And now…Sherlock was ignoring you completely.
When you yelled you could have sworn he flinched, so you pleaded, “…Please…explain…I know you have a good reason for this. Did she come on to you? Did she trick you?”
Nothing, only his back was his response as he continued to look out the window.
“Say something...please!” You begged, “I don’t want to give up on you…I can’t believe you would cheat on me….you may not understand how people work, but I know you hate cheaters.”
“Leave…,” Was all he said to you in a low whisper.
You wanted to fall to your knees, but anger filled you.
“How. Dare. You,” You growled, “I have always staid by your side, even after you decided to stop sharing you cases with me. Even after all the times you were rude and hurtful. I stood up for you more times than I can count. I once even punched a girl for calling you a freak!...You know what…I …I’ve had it..”
You walked to the door, hopelessly trying to hide your tears and forcing the pain back. You put your hand on the doorknob and opened the door, with your back to him you gave him one last chance.
“Say something…anything...please…I’m giving up on you…”
"Fine Sherlock, I'm leaving....Just know that I would have followed you anywhere.."
Nothing…utter silence that cut you like a knife. With more tears that you couldn’t hold back, you ran down the Baker Street, not caring where your feet took you. You just wanted things to go back to when things where good. But what happened? Why did he do that to you? Why the sudden cold shoulder? Did you do something wrong?
Sure, you weren’t perfect at this Love thing, but neither was he. You were both just taking it one step at a time. Isn’t that what Love is? Choosing each other over and over again, each day? Never giving up on the other, even when you don’t necessarily feel it? It’s like he suddenly stopped, was he disappointed in you?
No! You shook your head, and ran faster. HE was the one who hurt you. HE was the one who was always rude. HE was the one kissing that girl. HE didn’t deserve you! That insensitive, big-headed, noisy, jerk!
You fell to your knees, and found yourself in a garden, it was beautiful and peaceful. Yet, you couldn’t see it, you didn’t dare. What where you supposed to do? After everything went wrong like that…You loved him… and that was all you knew. You thought he loved you…was he only ever using you?
You let your head fall to your hands and wept quietly, while the world pasted you by cold and uncaring. You had so many good times with him. Sure, they weren’t perfect and were often interrupted with a case, but he always tried to make you smile. He never forgot your birthday, or any special moment for you. He even was there when you got fired from your job, for no reason, and you could have sworn he punched your old boss. He worked so hard with you to find another job. He always pushed you hard to pursue your dreams. He was always there, even when no one else was.
One time, it seemed everyone had forgotten your birthday. You didn’t know why at the time, though it ended up being a very good reason. No one had forgotten, they had just gotten stuck at the airport in Switzerland of all places. But Sherlock was there. He even bought you a gift, he had never done that before. He would say it was sentiment, but he gingerly, gently placed a necklace around you. It was beautiful, it had a deep blue tear drop jewel hanging from a sleek silver chain. You never took it off. You still had it on now.
You placed your hand around it, as you rolled over on your side on the grass, looking numbly at everything around you. Until, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder and a kind, warm voice.
“________, What are you doing out here like this?” The voice came from a very concerned John.
You looked up at him and suddenly hugged him, causing him to fall back on his bottom. Yet, he still hugged you back, “Hey…What is the matter?”
You were so thankful to have him by your side, you told him everything that happened. Every painful detail. When you were finished, he held you and let you cry it out. He sat silently thinking about it hard, “That doesn’t make any sense!”
He stood up and pulled you to your feet, “Nope. I am not having this. We are going back, and I am going to make him give us a reason why he is doing this. And it better be a good one!”
He didn’t let you protest, he just pulled you by the hand. In truth, you wanted to know why too so you went with him quietly. When the two of you got back to the flat, he was nowhere to be found.
“Where did he go now?” John scratched his head, “I’m going to text him.”
You looked in the spot you last saw Sherlock standing, you couldn’t take your eyes from it. You walked over to where he stood, looking out the same window. Your foot hit an envelope on the floor, why didn’t you see that before? You leaned down to pick it off from the floor. You remembered seeing this before. It had something to do with the case Sherlock wouldn’t tell you about. The one case, he never said a word of to you. You wanted to tear it up and throw in into a fire, but you were curious. Maybe, it held the reason as to why Sherlock was doing this.
Slowly with shaking hands, you opened the envelope and slid out the papers. What you saw shook you to the bone. They were all pictures of you! One of you getting out of a Taxi, one of you walking home from work, one of you looking into your bedroom window! And...one of your and Sherlock’s first kiss. Someone has been watching you! For how long? There was one picture that made you drop everything you were holding. It was one of you sleeping, (They had broken into your house!) It had an ‘X’ scratched in red over your face, with the words ‘Say goodbye.’
John rushed over to you, and gasped as he looked over the words as well. This is the reason why Sherlock had been doing this! He was trying to protect you! And that woman must have had something to do with it. You needed to find Sherlock and you needed to find him now!
John’s phone rang with a text from Sherlock, you snatched it out of his hand before he could read it. You glanced over the text from Sherlock,
“At park. Watch over ______ For me. Tell her I am sorry. And goodbye –SH”
You gasped and let the phone hit the floor, “No no no no no no no.”
You ran out the door leaving John even more confused, until he read the text and chanced after you. You didn’t know what was going on with Sherlock’s case…only that he expected not to survive from it. He was trying to push you away to protect you…and you were not going to have it! You were not going to have your relationship end this way, or ever if you could choose that.
You ran as fast as your feet would take you, you knew exactly were to go. The park you were just at, no doubt Sherlock had followed you. Why hadn’t he just been honest with you from the start?! You reached the park and were amazed at the fact that no one was around. Where had every one gone? No matter, you didn’t have time to worry about that you had to find Sherlock!
You kept running, almost hearing John call out for you but you paid him no mind. You just had to keep moving. You rounded a tree and found Sherlock yelling at the same woman who you saw kissing him. Thankfully no one was aware you were there just yet. You caught your breath trying to think of what to do.
You gasped when you saw a glint in one of the trees. There was a man up there with a gun! And he had it pointed straight at Sherlock! No! You couldn’t let this happen.
“SHERLOCK!” You yelled, surprising everyone, even Sherlock. He turned around worry and surprise on his face. You ran right to him, he expected you to maybe stop and hug him, but you didn’t. You pushed him.
That’s what lead all up to now, you were laying on the ground…you felt it cold on your back, but it was so comfortable. You so tired…so tired…and everything was so fuzzy. You gasped, and coughed. Something warm was spilling out of your right shoulder. It hurt…wait...it actually...hurt…really, really badly. Tears started to fall from your eyes, it was warm as it slide down you cheeks.
“H..Help..,” your voice cracked as it weekly called out, “P..Please….”
You had just taken a bullet for Sherlock, and you doubted you were going to make it…
You heard him fall to his knees beside you, “Why…Why did you do that?!”
Nothing…you couldn’t talk or you might start coughing again.
“________, Just hang in there…everything will be ok..,” You could have sworn you heard his voice crack. Was he? Was he crying? You couldn’t tell anymore
You couldn’t respond...only nothing.
“Say something…please...anything,” You could barely feel his arms wrap around you and bring you closer to him.
“Sh..er..lock….,” You could barely get the words out of your mouth everything had happened to fast. You needed to tell him, “Sh..er…lo..ck…….I’m…so..rry…I…dou..bted…you……….I…I..lov..
Before you could get the rest of the words out, darkness took you.
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It had been months since Sherlock last heard you talk. You were rushed to the hospital, thankfully John had followed after you. But you had lost a lot of blood, and needed some immediately. Sherlock was the first to volunteer. He did have the same blood type as you after all. Of course he would know that. But it couldn't save you completely, the bullet had just narrowly missed your heart so you were put into a medically induced coma to help save you.
But Sherlock never forgot you, he staid by your side for as long as possible. He only left when a case needed to be solved. He never forgot your birthday, or any special event. He told the press that you were a hero. He wanted to world to see you as he did, his hero.
He was resting his head on the edge of your hospital bed, as you soundly slept. He was talking to you about his latest case, maybe it would help to bring you back. Foolishness he knew, but he had to do something. The waiting was killing him, not being able to do anything…he hated himself. Why did you do that? Why did you save him? All that he knew…was he loved you.
Every night, before he would go home to sleep he would repeat the same question. This night was no different…only it was your anniversary of the time you two kissed. He wanted to know if you felt the same way about him that he did about you. You were much harder to figure out, he couldn’t just take your pulse to see…he had to know. When you kissed him back…it was wonderful. But…after so long…he wondered if he should give up…
He leaned over you to place a gentle, melancholy kiss on your lips.
What was he thinking…of course that wouldn’t work. He walked to the door, and before he touched the door knob, he pleaded one last time.
“Say something…I’m giving up on you…Say something.”
“Something…” Came from your smiling lips. He spun around to see you awake, tired, but awake. He rushed over to you to kiss you again. You were back, and he was never going to let you go again.
You felt his lips press gently on to yours, it was such a lonely kiss. Yet, it felt like like the time you two first kiss. You weakly reached up to cup his cheek. You were never going to let him go again