(YN) : your name (LN) : last name (HC) : hair colour (EC) : eye colour (PN) : pet name  (FC) : favourite colour  (SS): School Subject  (TT): Tea type

Your POV

221B was calm and peaceful. (PN) was wandering around with its head up high, its feet were pattering against the carpet. There you sat on the couch with files by your side as you were marking papers from your class. You were now a teacher at the local high-school, you taught (SS) and you were marking their papers. You sighed and heard the door of 221B open and slam shut. You turned your head to see Sherlock and John drenched in water and their breathing was uneven. You put your papers aside and went over to Sherlock

"What happened to the two of you?" You looked at Sherlock, his ebony curls were stuck to his forehead.

"No... Taxis... had... to... walk..." Sherlock breathed out, you sighed and took his coat and scarf and hung them over the radiator. John was shaking wildly and had his back hunched over which made him look like a hedgehog. John shivered and took out his phone to probably text Mary, he wandered off into the hallway. Sherlock looked at you softly and kissed your forehead, you smiled and went to go make him a coffee. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, he rested his head on your shoulder. His touch was freezing

"You're so cold." You shivered

"You're warm..." He nuzzled close to you which made you smile.

The kettle was boiling as Sherlock nuzzled closely to you. Sherlock leaned up and kissed your cheek. You smiled and kissed his cheek in return. John walked in and smiled in awe, he sat himself down on the sofa and was texting Mary. You picked up the boiled kettle and made Sherlock his coffee, the way he liked it.

Black Coffee with 2 sugars.

You looked at him "Your coffee." You motioned for him to take it. Sherlock smiled and took the cup.

He went and sat down with his cup of coffee and sipped it a little. You sat down beside him and went back to marking the papers. You were nearly done, the last few were quick and easy. You sighed and put the papers in individual folders. You then felt Sherlock put his hands over yours.

"Its late..." He looked at you softly, you nodded and sighed

He put your papers aside and smiled at you. John smiled at the two of you.

"Can I stay the night? I'll be on the sofa."

"Nonsense, you can use your old room." You replied

John smiled and headed to his old room. Sherlock smiled at you and helped you up, he walked and led you to the room the two of you shared. You smiled at Sherlock as he opened the door for you. You walked in with him by your side and the two of you got changed into your sleepwear. You slipped under the covers of the bed and you laid beside Sherlock. He sighed and held your hand underneath the covers. You shuffled closer to him and rested your head against his chest. His arm coiled around your waist and held you closer. He kissed your forehead before he drifted off to sleep. You felt restless but soon enough your eyes closed...

But not long after you fell asleep did the nightmares arise.

You were having another nightmare, it's not rare anymore to have a nightmare anymore. You fidgeted and moved under the covers. You clutched Sherlock's hand tighter and you breathing was rapid and quick. Sherlock awoke and soon held you close to his chest. He rocked you slightly and kissed your forehead lightly. He whispered sweet nothings to you, trying to soothe the pain of the nightmares. Slowly, you awoke from the nightmare and you clutched Sherlock tightly and whimpered quietly. He kept whispering sweet nothings to you and soon you fell back asleep.

TIME SKIP

It was morning and Sherlock was still in bed with you. You kissed his cheek before getting up, you looked at the time and saw that it was 6:00am. You sighed and knew that you had work. You stood up and sighed. You wandered over to the bathroom and got unchanged, you switched on the shower and stepped inside. You let the water drown you as you washed your hair and body. Your hand grazed a scar, it was one of the injection scars. It felt rough compared to the rest of your skin that was smooth. You sighed and got out of the shower when you thoroughly washed your hair and body. You sighed and wrapped a towel around yourself. The bathroom door opened to reveal a messy haired Sherlock. You smiled at him and he groggily smiled back. You headed out of the bathroom where you sat on the ground, you picked up the hairdryer and began to dry your hair as quick as you could.

Sherlock back in when you were straightening your hair. You made sure you straightened each individual strand of hair, you finished your hair and looked for some clothes to wear to work. You chose a simple yet pretty top with blue jeans and flat shoes. You ran into the living-room when you were changed and started to make breakfast. You picked up numerous jars filled with body parts and weren't really surprised anymore. You grabbed some jam from the cupboard and some bread. You put the bread in the toaster and waited for it to PING. You stood by it and turned your head to the right when you heard footsteps, John and Sherlock were talking away in the living-room. You heard the toaster go off so you snapped back to reality and finished making your breakfast. You ate the toast quickly and started to pack up all of the files you needed and your laptop. You quickly packed it into your messenger bag and got ready to leave. Sherlock pulled you close to him, you stumbled and was now sitting on his lap. You blushed

"I have to go." You looked at him, he held you closer and nuzzled his nose with yours. You blushed a little pink before you kissed him softly. He put his hands on your hips and kissed you deeply. Your hands were resting on his shoulders and neck as you kissed.

He held onto you softly as you kissed and held you as if you were the most delicate thing. You smiled into the kiss and then separated for air. You both looked into eachothers eyes and you were lost in those oceanic eyes. The eyes that seemed to change colour each day, his eyes were like a mood ring. You smiled softly and kissed his cheek softly. You heard John chuckle and you turned to see him standing there with his phone, he had taken pictures... You blushed and hid your face in Sherlock's shoulder. Mrs Hudson was standing beside and she was squealing like a teen. Sherlock scowled at the two.

You pulled your face out of Sherlock's shoulder when you finally stopped yourself from blushing even more. You looked at the clock that was on the table and saw that it was nearly time to go. You stood up quickly and grabbed your bag once more.Sherlock sat and watched you leave the flat in such a hurry. You sped downstairs with your bag and hopped into the first taxi. You leaned back and looked out the window as the cabbie drove you to work.

TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You finished work and were on your way back to the flat. You sighed as the taxi stopped outside of the flat, you paid the cabbie and used your key to let yourself into the building. You heard gunshots upstairs, you smiled lightly and made your way upstairs. You opened the door to 221B to reveal Sherlock sitting there in his purple shirt, he was aimlessly shooting the wall. The buttons of the shirt were clinging onto the fabric for dear life. You mentally slapped yourself for thinking such thoughts. Sherlock soon noticed you standing there and put his gun down, He sat up. You sighed and smiled softly, you made your way to the couch. You dropped your messenger bag along the way and you collapsed on the couch beside Sherlock. You curled into his left side, your legs wrapped around his waist at the side. You put your head on his shoulder and sighed, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you close.

"Bad day?" He asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded and stayed in that position.

He held you and kissed your head softly while holding you close, you sighed and nuzzled your face into Sherlock's shoulder. He sighed and held you close, he smelled of coffee and the slight smell of nicotine. You nuzzled closer to smell the scent more, the combination of coffee and nicotine was bitter and tickled your nose slightly. You pulled away and looked at him, he smiled his usual smile and caressed your cheek with his palm. 

You sighed deeply and smiled back.

"The kids have been giving you hard time again?"

"The other staff as well..." You murmured

Sherlock sighed "Come on...let's take your mind off of that and do something to take your mind off of it."

You nodded and smiled a little brighter

"How about I make you some dinner?" You gritted your teeth at the prospect of Sherlock cooking.

"Let's order something instead...." You fake-laughed and rubbed the back of your neck

Sherlock chuckled and nodded, you handed him your phone and let him use it to phone the usual place that you ordered from. Sherlock kissed your cheek before standing up and phoning up the takeaway. You watched him and sighed in content, he paced as he phoned the place which made you giggle. You sat up and leaned back in the seat, leaning your head against the back of the couch

Sherlock kept pacing as he talked to the man on the phone, placing his and your orders. You smiled at his coldness towards the seemingly annoying takeaway guy that was on the other side of the phone. Sherlock sighed in relief as the phone-call ended, he put your phone down on the mantelpiece beside his skull.

You smiled as he sat down beside you once more, his head laid down on your lap and went into his mind palace for a minute. This is the position the two of you were usually in when he was thinking, your hand gently ran through his hair and twirled his already corkscrew like curls. He smiled at that with closed eyes and his eyes cracked open, his eyes staring into yours with a soft expression that still held some cold, intense feelings. You smiled gingerly and kept running your hand through his hair until it drifted down to his face, your fingers traced his cheekbones and then down to his chin. Your fingers then touched his high cupid's bow that seemed sharp just like his cheekbones. You felt Sherlock's hand rise and rest on your neck, he pulled you down to meet his lips. He held you there for what seemed like forever, your lips glided with his and his and your's eyes fluttered closed. Your hands rested on his neck and one of his was on your cheek and the other was rested gently on your waist.

But as soon as the kisses became more passionate, you heard the door-knocker be tapped harshly which made Sherlock's and your eyes open. He separated his lips from yours and groaned when he realised that it was the takeaway guy. You chuckled as you saw him grudgingly rise to his feet with his wallet in hand. You chuckled even more as you saw him enthusiastically walk down the stairs. He soon came back with a bag of food in hand, heat was emitting from the bag. You stood up and helped him unpack the food, soon enough the two of you were sitting on the sofa and digging into your cheap but filling dinner.

TIME SKIP ONCE MORE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had finished dinner and the two of you were cuddled up on the sofa, your head was resting against Sherlock's chest. You sighed when you realised what day it was tomorrow.

"Sherlock..."

"Yes." He looked at you

"Tomorrow is the anniversary... anniversary of his death..." You heard Sherlock sigh

"Do you want me to go with you?" Sherlock asked

You shook your head "I'll be fine... My mum will be there with the family anyways... I'll be okay..." You reassured him

He nodded and held you closer to him

"A full year..." Sherlock

"Yeah..." You sighed

Everything after that conversation was a blur, the only thing your brain could remember was Sherlock carrying you to bed and no nightmares occurred which was unusual in your life. The night seemed shorter without the nightmare to wake you up...

IN THE MORNING~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You heard the alarm go off beside you, your eyes opened and you switched the alarm off. You stretched your other arm out to feel no other person in the bed. You sat up and saw that Sherlock was no longer in bed, you sat up and saw that you had a new text from Sherlock

'Sorry Love, had to leave early to go on a case. Will be back tonight, good luck today xx'

-SH

You smiled and quickly texted back

'Thank you, it's okay. Hope the case goes well. See you later xx'

-(YI)

You put your phone down and rose to your feet, you saw the time and remembered that the gates to the graveyard opened soon. You sighed and stood in front of the mirror, you looked at your hair and sighed

"No work today... I'm okay... I'm okay..." You reassured yourself as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.

You walked away from the mirror and opened your wardrobe to look for something to wear. You picked something out that was simple and not brightly coloured. A soft, beige coloured jumper that was thin but could still keep you warm. You put on simple high waisted jeans and adorned your feet with simple shoes that you usually wore to work. You pulled your hair into a tight, low ponytail and put limited make-up on before you exited the bedroom and headed to the main living area of the flat. You saw (PN) cuddled up on the carpet, happily sleeping. You smiled and walked into the kitchen and saw that you had one teabag of your favourite tea left. Regular tea was in the cupboard but you prefered (TT). You boiled the kettle and poured the tea into the cup and sat down on the couch. You felt sick to your stomach, you felt an almost inability to eat since you felt as if you would be sick if you even dared to eat something. The tea somewhat filled you in a weird way but soon enough it was time to go...

You lay out some food for (PN) and grabbed a small shoulder bag that could hold the things you needed. You saw a flash of white in the corner of the living-room. You walked over to it and saw that it was two small, pure white roses. A letter was beside them.

'I thought that you might want to take these to his grave, love you.'

-SH

Your heart felt warm at the small gesture Sherlock had done for you, though his gestures were small. They meant so much more when you looked further into them. You picked up the two roses and placed them gently into your bag. You switched off all of the lights in the flat and left 221B.

You walked into the first taxi and told the cabbie to head to the graveyard that was located on the other side of Westminster. He headed there quickly and escorted you out of the taxi. You saw the graveyard gates were open, one of the gate doors was wide open. You sighed and walked through the gates and as soon as you crossed the gate you felt it. You felt the looming feeling of sadness and sorrow in your heart. No living animals lived in the graveyard, birds didn't even nestle in the trees. You gulped and felt your heart drop as you walked past all of the gravestones, thousands of names engraved into the stones. Statues were looming over your head, the tall statues were worn and some were falling apart.

You finally made your way to the gravestone that you were searching for... Your dad's. You smiled sadly and touched the gravestone with your hand. You pulled out one of the roses and laid it on the earthy ground. The white rose rested against the slate coloured gravestone, you looked around and saw that every grave had a flower rested on it...

Except one...

You walked towards it and took the second rose out of your bag, you kneeled down beside the gravestone

'Alexander Blake

1961 - 2005

A wonderful father and brother'

You laid the second rose on the man's grave, as soon as you did something started to appear... A thick grey fog appeared. It surrounded you suddenly and it seemed to trap you in place. You rose to your feet and felt the fog rise, it wrapped around your ankles and seemed to travel and wrap around your neck like a snake constricting it's prey. You saw something in the distance and blinked, when you opened your eyes you immediately wanted to close them again...

The statues around you seemed to be crumbling and a red liquid that you could only describe to be the consistency of blood. You gasped when you saw the ground crumble and crack beneath you, you ran from the gravestone and kept trying to make your way back to the gates. But the fog seemed to wrap its claws around you and drag you backwards. You fought against the fog and kept running till your hands felt metal, you turned your head to see that you had reached the gates. Fear ran through you like poison through the blood, you saw your mum and family approaching the gate. You ran to them and looked erratic with the fear of whatever lay in the graveyard frightening you to the core. Your family tried to calm you down but the horror of what was in there had destroyed your usually calm composure.

When all seems normal... something goes wrong to destroy the Utopian idea of life that you had built up...

End of Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N~

Hello my little tacos and cupcakes!

I am back and the sequel is RELEASED! I am more than overjoyed at the prospect of writing the sequel to the story! I am excited about starting this and I hope that you enjoy the developments that I am making to the story! I hope that you are as excited about the sequel as I am! It feels good to be writing the story and I'm becoming more inspired by the day! Goodbye my little tacos and cupcakes! I'll see you in the next chapter to this exciting sequel!

~AgentLlamaSocks341 aka Sophlette~

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