Haunted continued

Type: Songfic (the way I loved you : Taylor Swift)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader x Greg

Warnings: mentions of self harm and suicidal intentions

He is sensible and so incredible

You looked in the mirror, fixing your dress in the mirror. You ran your thumb across the bottom of your lip, careful to catch any smudged makeup. You closed your eyes for a moment, you could do this. You turned and opened the bathroom door. A knocking on your front door sounded, you glanced at your friend. 6:00am, he was right on time like always. You walked over and opened it, smiling to find Greg with flowers, "You look amazing." He smiled.

He says everything I need to hear and I couldn't ask for anything better

Greg had been there for you this whole time, he'd held you through every breakdown, every tear he'd been there to wipe it away. He'd been there to prevent every cut since the day he walked into your apartment It was your one year anniversary.

Sherlock had died two years ago.

You took the flowers gratefully, "thank you." You placed them on the counter before grabbing your handbag, "you ready?" He asked, you nodded and walked out of your new flat. Greg wrapped his arm around your waist, the two of you walked towards the cab, he opened the door "ladies first."

He opens up my door and I get into the car and he says you look beautiful tonight

You climbed in, and Greg slid a hand in his suit pocket, the other held yours. You looked over at Greg, you fit your hand in his. You weren't hurting as much anymore, you'd slowly put yourself back together.

And I feel perfectly fine

You realized your were just missing one piece, and you couldn't figure out what it was. You looked over at your boyfriend, he was amazing. He was always sweet and kind, you never had to wait, he was always on time. the pair of you had never fought, but one thing that annoyed you most was the fact that he treated you like you were a fragile glass piece, that even the slightest touch would send you tumbling into a million pieces again.

But I miss screaming and fightin and kissin in the rain, it's 2am and I'm cursin your name

You missed Sherlock.

You missed the way he would kiss you when he solved a case, or he'd lay down with his head in your lap while he thought. You even missed yelling at each other at midnight, when you'd force him to sleep on the couch and he'd end up wandering back into your bedroom and slipping into the bed and wrapping his arms around you.

You're so in love that you act insane and that's the way I loved you

Greg gave your hand a squeeze, you realized how it lacked a certain warmth you were so use to.

You smiled warmly at him as the car pulled up towards the restaurant, "Fancy." You smiled, looking the place up and down. Greg opened the door for you and extended his hand, helping you out of the car, something you still weren't quite use to.

Breakin down and comin' undone it's a roller coaster kinda rush

You looked at Greg, his salt and pepper hair along with his brown eyes made him perfectly attractive. He'd always been there for you to talk to, he'd never been angry or impatient. But you felt as though you should feel something, anything more then a strong tolerance towards him. He felt more like a best friend then a boyfriend.

That you kissed and cuddled with.

I never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I loved you

Greg led you inside, he murmured something to the hostess who nodded. She gave you a big warm fake smile before leading you towards your table.  You looked around the place, with it's large red curtains and chandeliers, you couldn't imagine how much this would cost.

He respects my space and never makes me wait

"Well?" Greg looked at you, a nervous smile on his lips.

"It's amazing." You breathed.

He looked relieved, walking over and pulling out your chair. "Thank you." You smiled, sitting down. Glancing over your menu as you noticed Greg tremble slightly, "Greg, you alright?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. "No, uh, I'm fine." He smiled at you l, you looked at him for a moment before looking down at the menu.

He can't see the smile I'm faking

"Miss, can offer you a fine wine? It's often known for it's surprise flavor." Your waiter asked, a French accent laced within his voice. You didn't bother looking at him, "No Thank You." You smiled kindly, Greg was staring at you. "(Your name), there's something I wanted to ask you-" Greg reached into his pocket. You looked at him, "Miss?" The waiter asked again, you rolled your eyes and looked at the waiter" I said no thank you-" you felt your eyes widen, as if someone had just pause.

There, in a nice suit and tie, was Sherlock Holmes.

"Sherlock." You whispered, you felt tears prick your eyes slightly. It was clear Greg was in just as much shock as you, "(Your Name)." Sherlock said gently, his deep baritone something you'd given anything to hear again.

And you were wild and crazy

You felt as if someone had glued you to your seat, you couldn't move. "(Your name), are alright?" Greg asked, gently reaching for your hand.

"You're alive." You whispered.

You slowly stood, smoothing your dress. "Two years Sherlock." You said unnervingly calm, Sherlock and Greg both looked at you with surprise.

"I waited two years. I ached for two years, I cried for two years." You looked at him.

"Y-yes I-" Sherlock started to explain but you held up your finger.

"You let me believe you were dead. Do you have any idea what I've been through?" You hissed, approaching him. "I prayed and prayed for a sign, I finally move on and here you are."

Sherlock's eyes shined with guilt. "(Your Name) I-"

"You what Sherlock? I don't think you can talk yourself out of this one." You growled.

Sherlock nodded at Greg, attempting a smile. "This the best you could do?"

Before you knew it , your fist was connecting with Sherlock's jaw.

Needless to say, you and Greg won't be dining there again anytime soon.

So frustrating and intoxicating
***

You marched out of the restaurant, you found John and marry leaning against the building, John looking equally as pissed as you. "You too?" You asked and he nodded. Sherlock was now nursing a second bloody knows and a now bruised jaw. You crossed your arms, a mix of anger and relief flooded you. Sherlock's gaze fell on you, he cleared his throat, wiping at his noise with a cloth. "It had to be done." He said hoarsely, "had to be done?" You echoed. "You HAD to put us through two bloody years of hell?!" Greg and John were both holding your arms as you tried to lunge at the detective. "WE BURIED YOU!" Angry tears formed, "we waited for a sign but one never came. You HAD to make us all sit at your funeral, heartbroken while you just watched?" A new kind of hurt you'd never seen before flashed across Sherlock's face.

"(Your Name) love, calm down you're making a scene." Mary reached forward gently. Greg and John tightened their grip a bit, "Let me make a scene! and now that we've all moved on you decide to make a fucking fantastic return?"

Complicated got away by some mistake and now

John let go of your arm.

"Thank." Greg murmured. "(Your Name) calm down."

"CALM DOWN? I WATCHED YOU DIE! I WATCHED YOU BLEED!" You screamed, gaining weird looks from everyone around you five. Greg released your wrists, wrapping an arm around you. "Maybe you take a moment to calm down before you handle this." You breathed heavily, just now noticing the tears that had escaped. You turned away from everyone, stomping off. Leaving Greg holding the ring box in his pocket.

He turned towards Sherlock, "you bastard. You've got some nerve." He muttered before following after you.

**

You sat on your couch, curled up in your dress.

He was alive.

How was that possible?

You felt the aching in your heart turn to a different kind of ache. You missed him.

I miss screaming and fightin and kissin in the rain

You ran hands through your hair, you were with Greg now. Not Sherlock.

Sherlock was a thing from the past. You'd moved on, let him go.

right?

Breakin down and comin undone

And That's the way I loved you

A knocking sounded from your door, "go away."

The door opened, revealing Greg. "I'll take that as my invitation to come in."

"I said go away." you halfheartedly threw a pillow at him.

Greg ducked and walked over to you, sitting on the couch and putting your feet in his lap. "Are you ok?" He questioned, looking at you.

"I'm fine." You gave him a small smile, he took your hand and returned the smile.

Sherlock would of been able to see right through that fake smile.

Sherlock knew fine was not fine.

You looked at Greg, biting your lip.

Suddenly your door flew open, revealing the one and only Sherlock  Holmes. Greg was instantly on his feet. Sherlock looked at you for a moment, "get the bloody hell out" greg growled, pointing at the door. "Why is here?" Sherlock gestured at Greg, "Because I'm her boyfriend." Greg growled. The two's voices became a blur, your world began to spin. You did the only thing you could think of. 

You stood.

You ran.

a/n

I WATCHED THE SHERLOCK SPECIAL I AM SO FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW PLZ READ IT IF YOU'VE WATCHED IT I NEED HELP

SPOILERS ALERT YOU CAN STOP READING NOW IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS

is it victorian or is  NOT IDK SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 

SO 

THE DRUGS

FAT MYCROFT

SIDEBURNS

MOVING CORPSES

MORIARTY

GUNS

GHOSTS

I NEED HELP GUYS I CANT.

IM SO FUCKED UP SEND HELP.

WHY DID SHERLOCK HAVE TO DO DRUGS

ANDREW SCOTT CAME ON AND I STARTED GIGGLING LIKE A MAD MAN. 

WHEN HE SAID DEAD IS THE NEW SEXY I SHIVERED AND LET OUT AN OOOOOOOO

I NEED HELP GUYS 

EVERYONES LIKE SHERLOCK YOU CANT DIG UP A CORPSE FROM FOREVER AGO

AND GREG'S LIKE GIVE ME A SHOVEL I HELP

POOR JOHN TRYING TO HELP 

GREG'S MANLYNESS WITH THE SEARCHING FOR THE CORPSE THOUGH

GUYS I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST

I UNDERSTAND SHERPRESSION NOW

I WROTE THE ENDING WHILE WATCHING IT SO SORRY IF ITS RUSHED.

BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH SAYING SHORT ASS IS ALL I NEED IN LIFE.

SO MUCH JOHNLOCK SO  MUCH

I THOUGHT THEY WOULD ELOPE

ELEMENTARY MY DEAR WATSON

I ALWAYS SURVIVE THE FALL

MY LIFE IS COMPLETE GUYS

YOU CAN KILL ME NOW

SEE YOU IN TWO YEARS

LOVE Y'ALL 

BYE BYE FOR NOW