Multi-Fandom Imagines

Sherlock, Come Down (Sherlock x Reader)

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is April 15, 2021. I have two new stories out, "The Arrangement||Kylo Ren x Reader", and "His Villain||Loki x Reader"! The prologue and first chapters are out right now! They are both going to consist of longer chapters than I'm really used to, but I like having more content per chapter.

Warnings: Serious talk of suicide (this entire plot is y/n talking sherlock out of committing suicide)

PLOT NOTE: This takes place at the end of Series 2 when Sherlock fakes his death, but he doesn't ever do that and him "committing suicide" is actually serious. It wasn't staged; it's real in this.

Y/n grips her phone tightly, licking her lips as she stares at Sherlock on the roof. "Sherlock, come down. Get off the roof. You're scaring us, and some of us love you Sherlock. I know that's not much but there's proof." She chuckles to herself. "You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue. Any redemption that you feel you need lies plainly in truth."

"Please, just humor me, Sherlock, come down. Won't you get off the roof?" She watches his body sway gently on the rim. "You aren't so weightless, nor whole or unbroken. Sherlock, remember the pact I made with you? 'Where you go, I'm going', so jump and I'm jumping, because there is no me without you, darling."

John, who is standing beside her, wretches the phone from her hands and puts it on speaker. "Soldier on, Sherlock, remember? Please get off the roof!"

"I know how you loathe the way I light candles in the apartment at night, but you love the sweet air of my votives to you. You can hurt and grieve, but don't suffer alone; engage with your pain as a motive," Y/n chimes in, laughing a little through her tears. "Today, of all days, see how the most dangerous thing you will ever do is love. You will heal and then you'll rise above."

Y/n's words are drowned out on Sherlock's side as the little voice in his head torments him. "Sherlock, just jump now. You are an absent cause of excuse. You're so self-indulgent, and self-referential, no person could ever want you. You crave the applause, yet hate the attention, then miss it. Your act is a ruse. It's empty, Sherlock, so end it all now. It's a pointless resistance from you."

Even though she can't see his eyes, Y/n knows he's going into the darkest room of mind palace, the one he speaks of on the darkest of nights when he thrashes of fear in his bed, begging for mercy, and Y/n has to light a candle and hold him to soothe his terror. "Sherlock, don't listen to a word you've consumed. It's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy of feeding it, and it's wholly untrue."

A sob escapes her lips, genuine fear rolling off her. "You may feel no purpose, nor a point for existing. It's all just conjecture and gloom. And there may not be meaning to you, but it's John and I! Come down and seize us. Do not waste your self on this roof." She calls forward the memory of using bells as a technique to calm him. He loved visiting Notre Dame with her a little while ago. "Hear those bells ring deep in the soul, chiming away for a moment. Feel your breath course frankly below, see life as a worthy opponent. When you are healed, you'll be crowned by an overture bold and beyond. It's far more courageous to overcome."

Almost consumed by the demons running rampant through his palace, he begins speaking in a monotone of the voice feeding his panic. "I want the acclaim, the mother of mothers."

"It's not worth it, Sherlock!"

"More poignant than fame, or the taste of you."

Don't listen, Sherlock."

But I should be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker."

"You're worth more, Sherlock!"

"I will not be more than a rat in the gutter."

"You are so much more than a rat."

"You want my opinion."

"No one asked your opinion, demon!"

"You asked for my counsel."

"No one asked for your thoughts."

"I've given my thoughts, I'm done with this now and jumping off the roof."

"Sherlock, be done with this now and get off the roof! Can you hear me, Sherlock? I'm talking to you!" Y/n wails, falling to her knees. John grabs her shoulders and stares up at Sherlock.

The two watch as Sherlock steps backward, and back onto the solid roof. Y/n gasps and runs across the street, pushing pedestrians away as she tears through St. Bart's, John following closely. She throws open the door to the stairwell and scales it within seconds, taking two steps at a time.

She kicks down the door to the roof and sees Sherlock standing there, frozen as he gazes out. "SHERLOCK!" She screams, grabbing him as they both collapse. He buries his face in her neck, holding her tightly as he sobs.

Y/n strokes his curls, shushing him as she gently massages his head and secures him arond her body. "Throw yourself into the unknown with pace and a fury defiant. Clothe yourself in beauty untold, and see life as a means to a triumph," she whispers. He hiccups in response. "Today of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love. How you will heal and you'll rise above. Crowned by an overture bold and beyond. It's more courageous to overcome."

John sits back on his knees behind Sherlock, leaning over him and hugging him from behind. Everyone leans their heads on the other, steadying their breathing and staying in the moment together.