Type: Songfic ( bleeding out by imagine dragons)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: kinda sad plus I'm very pissed atm

A/n real quick, Kati_thesassydragon you're request is under way and I promised it'd be first but this was saved to post after then I wrote your request and the damn draft didn't save sooooo I'm too irritated to write it atm. Sorry.

Cause I'm bleeding out

You'd broken Sherlock Holmes.

He'd always been a bit damaged, pulling apart at the seams as his burdens piled up. With the guilt of his suicide to allowing you to die in his arms.

You'd so desperately wanted to wake up and tell him everything was going to be alright, you wanted to wipe away the tears from his face.

So if the last thing that I do

But alas, you couldn't. You didn't want to put him through the same hell that'd her put you through, but somethings had to be done. You had to disappear, Mycroft needed your help. You swallowed the lump in your throat, you'd hated to put all your friends through it again. But it'd only been a month this time, you weren't suppose to come back this soon, but Mycroft's concern for his brother overwhelmed his concern for the mission.

Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
For you

You stared at the door of 221b, you had to go inside. You had to help John put Sherlock back together again, even when you were the final strike that shattered him in the first place. You slowly raised your fist and knocked on the door. The sound of rustling inside could be heard before the door opened, revealing a tired looking John. His eyes widened and he seemed speechless for a moment. "W-what? H-How?"

"Short version, not dead." And with that, you slipped past the army doctor. Taking a deep breath, you walked down the hall

So I bare my skin and I count my sins and I close my eyes and I take it in and I'm bleeding out for you

You bit your lip, walked towards Sherlock's door. You wrapped your fingers around the doorknob, staring ahead. You could do this. You opened the door, stepping inside. You felt your breath hitch in your throat, the detective laid in your, his, bed. His sheets wrapped around himself tightly, various syringes littered the ground around him. All empty. You leaned forward and pulled up a small slip of paper from his hand. You felt your heart wrench in your chest, "Sherlock." You said gently, kneeling down infront of him, gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

When the day has come that I've lost my way around

His eyes opened, meeting yours. "no..." he whispered hoarsley, as if he was attempting to make his vocal cords work once again. "You aren't real..." He squeezed his eyes shut and you felt your heart break, "Sherlock it's me. I'm here." You said softly, shaking him a bit. "You're just in my head. Like John said." He rolled over, obviously struggling with himself. You sighed, "Sherlock it's me. I pulled a project Lazarus. Just like you." He stayed in his previous position for a moment before rolling over and looking at you. Various emotions clouded his once guarded eyes, you reached forward and took his hand, offering a small smile. He pulled your arm causing to you to tumble forward, landing on the bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, holding you tighter than he ever had before

when the hour is night and hopelessness is all you know

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, "I'm so sorry." You whispered, your voice cracking on the last word. He didn't respond and just buried his face in your hair, closing his eyes. You felt the familiar warmth spread throughout you. The both of you remained in that position, you were content with listening to the sound of his heartbeat. After a while, you eventually untangled yourself from his arms. "Sherlock let John look at you." You sat up and shrugged off your leather jacket. He let out a hmmf, and you rolled your eyes. "i'll bring him in here." Sherlock sighed before swinging his legs over the opposite side of the bed, pushing himself to his feet. You stood, opening his closet and toss him a t shirt and sweatpants from when you'd forced him to run with you. You pushed through the clothes to find your side of the closet untouched, your favorite t shirt the only one missing. You closed the door, turning to find the (favorite color) t shirt by Sherlock's pillow, you sighed, sitting down on the side of the bed.

when your eyes are red and emptiness is all you know

You buried your face in your hands, you felt cold claws of guilt and regret piercing your heart. You sighed, standing. You looked in the mirror you'd hung on the wall in front of you a couple years back. You found yourself disgusted with what you saw in the mirror, you didn't notice the bathroom door opening and suddenly two arms were wrapped around your waist. The movement was stiff, but it was still comforting. You leaned into his touch, "I'm sorry." You whispered.

With the darkness fed, I will be your scarecrow

You got your revenge." He shrugged, a sly smirk tugged at his lips slightly. You intertwined your fingers  and tugged him towards the door, John was seated in his chair, a newspaper in his lap but it was clear he wasn't reading it. You sat on the couch, Sherlock next to you. John looked at his friend wide eyed, "Sherlock...."

The detective didn't respond, his grip on your hand tightened.

You didn't speak, just giving John the small slip of paper. The army Doctor looked pained as his eyes floated over the list, "I'll get my stuff." He murmured, standing and walking towards his room. Sherlock stared at the ground, "Why did you do it?" He asked quietly.

"I-" You didn't get the chance to answer as a knock at the door sounded, you looked at Sherlock who's eyes narrowed slightly. "Come in." You called. Sherlock squeezed your hand as if trying to contain a new found annoyance. The door opened, revealing the older Holmes brother. "That's why." You said quietly, "he needed me." Sherlock just stared at you for a moment, he dropped your hand and stood.

Your eyes widened, "Sherlock, your not clear headed right now, don't do anything you'll regret."

You tell me to hold on
You tell me to hold on

Sherlock looked at Mycroft. "It's your fault." He hissed, looking at his brother dead on. Mycroft straightened his posture, returning the glance. His voice unwavering, "I did what had to be done."

"You took her from me!" He growled, stepping towards his brother. Of course Mycroft was too proud to step back, "she saved many lives."

"What about me?! She's been saving me from myself!"

But innocence is gone

You looked at Sherlock wide eyed, he'd never been so emotional about you before.

"Sherlock, listen to me. There were a lot of lives at stake-"

"I don't want to listen Mycroft!"

"We needed her."

"I needed her!"

"Sherlock don't let sentiment cloud your judgement-"

"Maybe if you'd had sentiment you'd realized how important she is to me!"

"She was important to the operation. I also know she is important, why do you think I sent her back?!"

And what was right is wrong

"ENOUGH." You stood, catching the attention of both of the taller men. "I am not going to let you continue fighting over what I did." You crossed your arms. You lowered your voice, sounding much calmer. "Mycroft, I think it'd be best if you leave. I'll debrief later, alright?" You looked at him for a moment and he gave a stiff nod. "Alright." He casted a final glance at Sherlock, "I told you being involved with one of my agents was not wise." And with that, he walked out, twirling his umbrella.

Sherlock turned and looked back at you, his anger seemed to slip away, replaced by a certain look of helplessness. "You left me to help my brother."

"Sherlock I didn't have a choice." You looked at him. "When I originally agreed, he told me he just said it was a trip. He didn't tell me anything about faking my death."

Cause I'm bleeding out,
if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you

"Look it's a long story I'd be more then happy to tell you, but another time." You said gently, taking his hand in yours. He just stared at you, "Sherlock Holmes I love you, and I would never ever hurt you if I could prevent it. I'm sorry."

So I bare my skin and I count my sins
And I close my eyes and I take it in
I'm bleeding out I'm bleeding out

"I wanted to tell you so bad but I couldn't. I carried the guilt the entire time I-" you were cut off by his lips on yours. Your eyes widened but eventually you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Soon he pulled away, his eyes sparkling.

"I know."

I'm bleeding out for you
For you

A/N

I basically said what I had to say at the beginning. I love this song so much, but Demons might of fit this one better, eh?

My Demi Lovato obsession has taken off and a Oneshot to her song stone cold will be coming up soon, WOOO

Love y'all

Bye bye for now