Sherlock protected me at all costs, and he proved it. The wound on my shoulder would turn out being a scar, but I had no other serious injuries. Sherlock wasn't seriously hurt either, just some bruises.
''Sherlock, let me take a look at those bruises.'' I said as I looked at his neck, which had bruises all over it from the strangulation.
I reached over to the little emergency kit next to me, grabbing the bruise-cream. I put some on my hand and reached over to him neck, dapping the cream on. In the process, my sleeve had slipped down without me noticing. As I was rubbing the cream in, Sherlock looked down at my arm:
''Y/N, what is that?''
''What?'' I asked, still working on Sherlocks neck.
''That scar.''
I looked at my arm, just then I noticed that my sleeve had rolled down.
''Yeah, that's a scar.''
''Y/N, I'm serious.''
''It's some sort accessory from those 3 years. I've gotten used to it now.''
Sherlock gently grabbed my arm, examining the scar. His fingers touched the scar lightly, tracing the initials.
''How come I've never seen them?'' He asked.
''I've hidden it, I felt like it wasn't the right time to show you.''
''Well, doesn't it bother you?''
''Not anymore, now that you know about it... And, I'm very good with makeup.'' I giggled.
Sherlock returned a smile, but I could see it bothered him. And I understood, I wouldn't like if he marked Sherlock either. But atleast, we didn't need to worry about Moriarity for some time, since he had been arrested. All we could do was wait for the courtcase.
I continued caring for Sherlocks bruises as we talked about the fact that is might be a good idea to take some days off.
While Sherlock texted Lestrade for some days off, I made some tea in the kitchen. I came back about 5 minutes later with a tray filled with gingernuts and tea.
''Got you your favorites.'' I said.
''Gingernuts!''
I smiled, as soon as he had gingernuts in his sight, he acted like a 7 year old kid.
We enjoyed being together for some days. We talked alot about the time I was kidnapped and if I was ready to trust fully again.
Even though it took me some time to get comfortable with it, but after some time I finally was able to make love again after the thing with Moriarity. Sherlock was absolutely lovely and very gentle. He made sure all the time that I was still comfortable and okay.
We went on walks alot and went out eating every night. I really enjoyed the days off and being together, not having to worry about crimes or threats.
I was slowly but surely recovering from my traumatic experiences.
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Their Biggest Secret
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N is the biggest secret of the british government, she is capable of things which 'normal' people aren't. She is the best assasin that they have in their power. Mycroft Holmes, who was practically the Britsh government, always made sure she...
