Imagines

Reassurance (Sherlock x Reader)

A/N:

A Sherlock imagine! Yay! I wrote this one.

I sat close to the black marble stone picking at the grass, which was wet not from rain, but from the tears that were dripping off my chin. I looked up towards the sky, the view partially blocked by the long branches of a nearby tree, which was slowly growing dark. A man falling from a building was caught in your mind, brimming my eyes with fresh tears. I looked back to the head stone and sighed.

    "I have absolutely no idea what to say to you," my voice cracked with anger and sadness as I wiped some of the tears off my cheeks. "I mean, I know John said some pretty deep stuff, like 'You were the best man', but all I can come up with is nothing." You choked back a sob.

     "I know my grieving might have come as a surprise to you, if you were here, because I didn't think you were very fond of me. I know it's not of any use, but..." I jumped a bit as you felt a hand on your shoulder. I immediately started wiping the tears off of my face.

     "I thought you left me here, Lestrade." I said with my head down, and hands picking at the grass.

     After a minute or two, Greg, or who I thought was him, sat down beside me. I looked up into the stone, where in the reflection of the smooth stone I saw the impossible: Sherlock Holmes was sitting beside me.

    I gasped as I turned to look at him, an unreadable expression on his face. "What were you about to say, Y/N?" he said, making my shock quickly turn to anger.

     "Are you serious?! Sherlock, you are supposed to be dead! Those words were meant to fall on your dead ears, not the alive ones!" 

     "Are you angry that I am alive, or that I interrupted your speech?" He asked, smiling.

     "God, you are impossible," I said rolling my eyes. "I was angry that you interrupted me, yes, because I had something to say finally, but I am more relieved that you are alive than angry." I smiled as he put his arm around my shoulder.

    "I am fond of you,Y/N. I watched John while he was here and didn't come to comfort him. Er, I sort of wanted to tell him I was alive though, but I couldn't. You on the other hand...you were crying too much. I needed to make this as painless as possible, so I wanted to let you know that I am alive." he said. I grabbed the hand that was hanging  loosely over my shoulder.

    "Sherlock, I know you're no good at emotions and stuff, but I love you, I really do, and if this is how you show me you care then I am fin-" small, soft lips crashed into my own in a delicately sweet kiss. Sherlock cupped my cheek in his free hand and pulled his face from mine.

     "I love you, F/N L/N, and I promise you that I will come back for you. It isn't safe for me to be in London now, but I will come back for you." He used his thumb to wipe the tear from the corner of my eye and smiled a bittersweet smile before he left. I stared straight into the smooth surface of the stone that marked an empty grave and watched as Sherlock's figure shrank into the distant woods.

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     "Y/N, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." Lestrade chuckled quietly at his joke as I slid into the passenger's seat of his car.

     "Oh, something like that." You looked out the window and smiled to yourself.