Chapter 6: A game of chess in which she is the prize.

 YN) : your name (LN) : last name (HC) : hair colour (EC) : eye colour

WARNING- ELEMENTS OF DRUG USE ARE USED IN THIS CHAPTER AND BTW THIS IS A FILLER CHAPTER! :) ENJOY

Your POV

Beams of light hit your face with a tickling touch, your eyes cracked open as you analysed your surroundings. The room was dark; the curtains were halfway open to show a glimpse of what was outside. You lifted yourself from the duvet, your legs wobbled beneath you. You grabbed the wall, gripping it tight in a death-lock grip. Reaching for the door-handle, you twisted it gently to open the door slightly. You shut the door quietly; your surroundings looked very familiar. The sound of a violin was heard from upstairs, the beautiful tune rang throughout the building. The stairs were very close to you, so you walked up to them and ventured up them.

You cracked open the door.

Sherlock had his back to you, his inky black curls in a mop upon his head. His violin was rested on his knee; he was twiddling the bow with his long fingers.

*DING*

The sound of the kettle alarmed you, you let out a squeak. Sherlock knew you were there due to the noise that emitted from you. He put his violin gently on the ground; he turned his head to look into your (EC) eyes. You blushed deeply; you covered most of your face with your (HL) (HC) hair. You looked down at the dusty carpeted floor. He stood from his chair; he walked towards you with large strides. He was standing right in front of you, his hand drifted towards your face. His slender hand was slow close to touching your face... then...

"(YN)! Thank goodness you're awake!" It was John

Sherlock swiftly dropped his hand, you were so close to feeling Sherlock's hand caress your (SC) toned face.

"Um… Yes John I’m fine, I was probably just exhausted no doubt I fainted" I replied politely.

"Okay! Would you like a cup of tea (YN)?"

"No thanks John."

John walked off into the kitchen to probably make himself a cuppa, your eyes wandered back to Sherlock's magnificent eyes that changed colour every-time you looked into them. You broke your gaze from Sherlock's eyes to brush your tangled (HC) hair out of your eyes. Sherlock returned back to his chair and enclosed his hands together in front of his face, his eyes shut tightly.

You sat yourself gently down on the sofa with one leg on top of the other, resting your hands on your knees.

The note that was given to you by your twisted secret admirer was on the wall. Punctured to the wall by a meat cleaver.

"Did you read it?" You asked Sherlock, your eyes meeting his once again.

"Yes, yes I did." He replied, breaking eye contact from you to stand up and walk over to the punctured note.

You didn't know what to say, Words were unable to be made by you.

You bit your lower lip, peeling skin of your rosy chapped lips. It was a forced habit of yours.

"What're we going to do Sherlock?" You asked sheepishly

He didn't reply to your question, it was as if your question had muted him.

He ran a hand through his mop of ebony curls, each of them ringing tightly around each of his fingers.

Sherlock's POV

Her question muted me; my mind had no ideas to answer her question. The murderer was smart; I can see that but... It's as if he is playing each murder like a pawn in a game of chess.

A game of Chess against me and him... And (YN) is what we’re fighting for.

He plays each of his moves strategically, skilfully thought out. Planned movements.

His ways of killing are similar to that of... No! He is gone; he died that day and cannot return.

But, if I faked my death. Then what says that he couldn't fake his too...

Someone tapped my shoulder; I turned my head to the side to see John. He was holding my coffee, a considerate smile on his face. I sat back down in my armchair; I carefully put the mug of coffee on the ground.

He says that love is an exhilarating feeling, a feeling you feel truly only once in your lifetime. Like that of a fairy-tale.

I did believe in fairytales.

I did, until the day i realised that if you wish upon a star your wish won’t come true. Mycroft was the one who destroyed that fairy-tale enigma.

Love is not an advantage.

But (YN) is an exception in my eyes.

She is the only person who shatters my cold reserved shield. The barrier between me and society.

My barrier is breaking faster than I expected.

My cold persona was shattering before my very eyes.

"Sherlock?" I heard her voice.

I looked up to her, her (EC) eyes looking straight into my own. The light behind her created a halo behind her head. Her (HL) (HC) hair was tangled in knots from her restless sleeping.

"What is it (YN)?" I replied to her.

"You didn't answer my question."

I stood up from my armchair, and walked out of the living-room. I slammed the living-room door behind me. I walked to my bedroom, closing the door and resting my back against it. My hands were clamped in front of my face. What is wrong with me?

My heart is racing, my palms are becoming sweaty. I needed a kick, just one more kick of it. I ran to my bedside table, i tipped the whole drawer upside down. My hands shakily raking through the items strewn across the floor. I found it.  I haven't done this in a while, not since the after effects of 'The fall' but... I need it. I picked up the package with one hand and held it. I walked past the living-room to Mrs Hudson place and saw she was out. I guess no-one would see me doing what I’m about to do.

                                                                                 ~TIME SKIP~

My hands gripped the kitchen bunker. My head was dizzy and black dots appeared every so often in my eyes. My mouth was dry, sweat dripping down my face. My legs felt as if they could topple if I dared to move a step. I heard my name being called.

"Sherlock?" An angelic voice called out

"Sherlock? Please you're scaring me."

The kitchen door to Mrs Hudson's kitchen opened, to see (YN) with her hands clamped around her mouth.

"SHERLOCK! SHERLOCK! SPEAK TO ME SHERLOCK! JOHN!!! JOHN!" She screamed out as my legs collapsed beneath me. The syringe fell onto the kitchen floor. (YN) tried to catch me as I fell but she couldn't hold my weight in her arms.  (YN)'s figure was only seen as a black silhouette. I heard John's heavy footsteps run towards me. I then closed my heavy eyes.

                                                                 ~TIME SKIP AGAIN~

STILL SHERLOCK'S POV

I woke to see (YN) holding my head in her lap, her hand running through my messy ebony curls. As soon as she saw i was awake she retracted her hand from my hair.

"Hey, how're you?" She asked sheepishly

"I feel fucking terrible." I raised my hand to my forehead, massaging it.

I lifted my head from her lap. I rested my back on the sofa and turned my head to look at (YN), I looked into her (EC) eyes.

I heard a grumble, it was John. He had his arms crossed against his chest.

"Sherlock, what the HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!" John yelled at me.

(YN) flinched at John's outburst.

"John, please lower your voice."

 "Sherlock, you could have DIED if you had an overdose!" He lowered his voice but still sounded as if he was still shouting.

"First thing John, I’m not dead and second thing, has Lestrade called yet?"

"Uh, yes he has but still that's not the point!" John responded

"Sherlock, Please tell us what is going on?" It was (YN) this time.

"Well, i actually don't know what came over me it was just an urge I felt within me and it took over, is that enough of an explanation for you John?"

"I suppose so!" John grumbled and walked off into the kitchen.

I huffed out and saw that (YN) was still sighting upright with her hands on her knees and her face looking downwards.

"(YN)?"

She lifted her head upwards to look at me.

"Yes, Sherlock?"

I leaned over to her, I was still drowsy from the after-effects of the drugs, and the side-effects are taking over my mind and body.

I lifted her chin up with one hand and gently caressed her cheek. Her cheeks turned red at the touch of my fingertips.

"Shhhherrrlock?" She stuttered as I leaned in closer.

I gently pulled her face towards mine and softly put my lips onto hers. Her eyes widened. Her soft lips against my own.

I snapped myself out of my delirious fantasy, I disconnected our lips.

Her eyes were still wide open, still in shock.

"I'm sorry (YN), forget that ever happened." I mumbled to her.

I stood up from the sofa and walked out of the living-room and as I closed the door behind me, I put my fingertips to my lips.

... I love her.

I love (YN).

No-ones POV

And at that moment, Sherlock Holmes. The world’s only consulting detective felt his heart ache from the feeling of love stretching his guarded heart, to make room for the love he felt towards the woman with (HL) (HC) hair who he couldn’t deduce at first glance.

??? POV

"Well look here, our favourite little Sociopath has fallen for the damsel in distress!" A mysterious figure spoke.

"Sherlock Holmes may have won the battle but... he hasn't won the war!" The mysterious figure let out a menacing laugh.

The fall wasn't the end of Jim Moriarty... It was only the beginning of him...

End of Chapter 6

A/N

#I'MNOTDEAD!

Hello again! It’s been a while since i updated this story so i decided you guys deserved another chapter! THIS IS PURE FILLER!!! This was created as a jump off point for me to get back into writing reader inserts since all I’ve been writing for the past month is PHANFICTION! I watched Sherlock again to get myself back into writing this fanfic so yeah! Don't hate me because this chapter is AWFUL and i know that. AND REMEMBER THIS IS A FILLLER CHAPTER!  See you later my little tacos and cupcakes, till the next update! :)

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