YN) : your name (LN) : last name (HC) : hair colour (EC) : eye colour (RFN) : random female name (RLN) : random last name (FC) : favourite colour (SN) : school name

Chapter 7: Did you miss me?

Your POV

You were frozen. The shock had taken over your body quick and fast and your back became frigid at the action Sherlock had done only a few moments ago.

He kissed you.

Did he like you like that? The question wrapped itself into your thoughts. Did he? No he probably didn't no, he apologized straight afterwards. But... what if he did?

He snapped yourself out of your deep thoughts when a hand touched your shoulder. You looked up to see John, smiling sincerely until he noticed your facial expression.

"(YN)? What happened?" He asked

"Nothing John, nothing at all." He didn't believe you at all.

"Seriously John, nothing is wrong okay?"

"hmmmm Okay then." He stopped asking you questions and then focused his attention on his laptop which was making sounds to notify that he had an update on something.

When John turned his back to you, you ran your fingers through your (HL) (HC) hair.

There's one thing you knew for certain about the action Sherlock did a few minutes ago... You enjoyed it.

You enjoyed feeling his lips on yours, wait! You've only known him a week, a few days even but still something intrigued you about Sherlock and how different he acted around different people. He acted like an ass around John, Smart-ass around the police department but he acted... sweet and gentleman like around you. Why was that?

You looked at your clothes and felt as if you needed to change your outfit. It was time to go back to your flat.

"John?"

John turned his head away from his laptop to look at you.

"Yes (YN), what is it?"

"Can i go back to my flat today? to get a couple of things?" You asked

"Of course, when do you want to go to the flat?"

"As soon as please, if you can."

"We can go now if you like?"

"Uh sure" You patted down your messy tangled strands of hair to look at least presentable.

"Sherlock! (YN) and I are going to her flat, are you coming with us?" John yelled out to Sherlock

No reply...

"Sherlock?" He yelled again

"I guess he's not coming, i'll grab my coat while you get your shoes." He wandered off to find his coat

You saw your normal work shoes, I guess those will have to do.

You slipped them on and waited for John to reappear.

John reappeared with a puffy khaki coat on, but Sherlock wasn't with him.

"You ready?" John asked.

"Yeah lets go." You replied to his question.

John walked through the living-room door and waited for you on the landing and stood with his hands in his pockets.

Okay, guess Sherlock isn't coming with us.

Time to go.

Sherlock's POV

I can't! I can't be! My hand was grasping my shirt. My hand grasping the place where my heart is. My legs were bent at the knees. My other hand was raking through my hair. I can't stop my heart from aching, it hurts... the emotions racing through me like an open door. I have to shut the door before i let the enemy in. I can't let the opposite side see me in this state, Feelings are a side of weakness in the eyes of the enemy. That's where they would strike first, at the people you love.

(YN) is probably the person they would target if they knew.

Concealing my feelings will be the only way to ensure her safety, though it will lay a heavy toll on my heart I will do it to protect her. I heard the door slam shut, i guess they both went out. I cracked open the door, and wandered back up to the living-room. It was quiet, pitifully quiet. Frustrated with myself, I lifted up my skull to reveal a packet of cigarettes. I twiddled the packet in my fingers, though i'm supposed to be 'cold turkey' doesn't mean i have stashes hidden around the flat. I opened the packet and looked at them. I felt no urge to smoke, my body couldn't stand what i did to it last time let alone inhale tar fumes into my lungs.

I have to conceal these emotions, if i just close up again maybe they'll stay away from her. Maybe?

I saw my violin resting on my armchair, I walked over to it and twiddled with the strings slightly and listened to the melody a single string created. I then noticed the wall in front of me, The wall in which I have shot at numerous amounts of time on different occasions. I wandered up to it and let my fingers trace the areas in which i had shot . The bullets deeply embedded into the wall. I smiled slightly as I remember the memories that have taken place here. All the cases John and I have solved.

Study in Pink

The Blind Banker

The Great Game

Scandal in Belgravia

Hound of Baskerville

And then there was ‘The Fall’

I was snapped out of memory lane to the sound of the TV being switched on by itself. The screen was just static, the sound beginning to ring in my ears. Then a silhouette appeared on the screen. The silhouette then became a figure and spoke

“Did you miss me?”  It was him…

Jim Moriarty

My heartbeat quickened. He’s back. My nemesis, my opposite has returned to take the thing my heart holds dear…

(YN).

Your POV

You were in the back of the taxi with John, my belongings in hand. You asked one of your neighbours to take care of (PN) while you were away in which they agreed. The taxi halted to a stop as it reached Baker Street. John paid the cab driver and opened the door for you to get out.  You opened the door to 221B and steadily walked up the stairs. The living-room door was open, You then saw Sherlock with his hands on his face.

“Sherlock?” You asked him

“Don’t talk! I’m in my mind palace!” He snapped at you. You were taken aback at his snappy remark.

John then came into the living-room and motioned for you to sit down. John took your belongings to the apartment downstairs, the place in which you would be residing in. You kept silent, not a word escaped your lips.

Ever since you met Sherlock, he’s never snapped at you like he does to those at the station but today he did. His outburst shocked you.

‘I guess i’m just another case to be solved, nothing more and nothing less’ You thought. You believed you were just another experiment for him. You heard snickering about Sherlock everywhere you went, people saying that he enjoys cases and murder scenes. That he is a sociopath, a manipulator.

“(YN), I’ve got a piece of mail for you.” It was Mrs Hudson. She whispered as she knew Sherlock was in his mind palace

“Thank you.” You mouthed to her. She handed you the envelope.

You quietly opened the envelope, as not to disturb Sherlock. You opened the letter to be shown the picture of a rotting corpse, it was wearing a male surgeon's uniform which was drenched in crimson blood. You gasped in shock, dropping the letter on the floor and putting your hands over your mouth. Sherlock heard your gasp and saw the pure horror that glazed your eyes. The letter had fallen face down, the contents hidden by the carpet. Sherlock rose from where he was sitting and picked up the letter, you began to shake uncontrollably. He looked at the picture and closely inspected it. He deducted the image quickly before beginning to read the the twisted letter

                                                                       Dear (YN)

                         Look what I did for you my love

                      I told you he would be someone who saves those from the grave

    Oh how much I want to take you know as my own but I feel as if  another takes your heart, my sweet flower

I guess the one who makes your heart sway will have to be burned out the picture

You are the queen in our game of chess, the one and only queen.

I will fight for your heart even if that means I have to rip it out of your chest

Blood will paint London red my delicate swan. But, I can’t have you fly away now can I?

I will clip your wings before you try to flee, you will be mine (YN).

                                 Love from your secret admirer

                                               - JM  

                                                XXX

P.S. We will meet very soon my swan, Very soon.

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A/N 

Hi my little tacos and cupcakes! Chapter 7 is here and I decided to upload it now as kind of a early xmas present from me! I've been writing a lot of Phanfiction with my friend BellAbbey here on Wattpad recently as you know so i'm trying to get back into writing Sherlock which is quite difficult! Please if you can, check out BellAbbey and HevDavies here on Wattpad since they're AWESOME!? And thank you all for the encouraging motivation you guys give me here and especially DestinyB666 since she made my day with such lovely motivation and advice which actually gave me energy and enthusiasm to write this chapter! Thanks for reading and i'll see you in the next update :33

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