Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

I need you

"He knows, Y/N. He knows you're after him. Please...don't go in."

I stay inert in my vehicle, my mind blank.

"I don't care."

"Y/N- please listen to me I--"

"No. I'm only here for one thing. I'm going to prove to you that I'm not weak. That I'm stronger than you think. Because that's why you left me right?"

"I was wrong, Y/N please I was so wrong. You're the strongest woman I've ever met. You're brilliant and cunning. I don't want you to leave this world."

I let out a laugh as tears stream down my face:

"You know I'd rather you tell the truth than just lie. All you ever do is lie to me, Sherlock."

The other side of the line gets quiet, but he hadn't hung up the phone.

I can hear his steady breathing on the other side, before slowly I...

I hear him crying, softly.

My heart sinks at his fragile sniffs and quiet whimpers:

"Please..."

I don't respond.

"I'm sorry, Y/N...please, don't leave me..."

My breath hitches slightly and I swallow hard as I stare at the building in front of me:

"You left William and I...how do you think we felt?"

"You know exactly why I left. It was for your own safety, Y/N- Stop. Don't do this. Just turn the car around and go back home, I'm coming to get you."

"Moran needs to die. I'm the only one who can do this - the only one who wants to do this."

"Don't d-"

"-I love you, Sherlock."

I cut him off the phone immediately after, setting it down on my lap.

My hands shake as I step out and grab my sniping gun.

I sneak up a building to take my place, and get a good view of the room their in, before setting my equipment up.

I lie down on my stomach.

I load.

I see him take his seat near the round table of men.

I aim.

Placing my finger on the trigger, I am certain my shot is clean.

But in the distant back of my head I hear Williams sweet laughter.

His faint giggles...

His beautiful smile...

My finger on the trigger shakes, but before I can shoot I see it.

Across the building in front of me there's...

Another sniper. Aiming at me.

Must be one of Moran's. Great.

It's not like I was expecting to do this and get away alive.

I steady my aim once more, and this time pull the trigger quick.

I manage to see my successful headshot of Moran for a brief second, before the other sniper shoots my sniper and then me.

I did it.

I lie there on the concrete top of the building, numb, as blood pools from my abdomen and chest.

In my last visionary moments I see...

Utter bliss.

Sherlock and William and I. In a house. Cuddling.

This causes me to chuckle faintly and sputter out more blood.

My eyelids become heavy, willing me to die as I stare up at the grey skies of London.

A few droplets of icy rain hit my cheek before a downpour begins.

I shut my eyes.

"Hun, have you met their son, Sherlock?" My mother asked.

I stop breathing.

"Why do you want to deduce me?"

"Hobby of mine. Need help unpacking?"

And I let myself rest.

"I love you, Y/N."

- - - - - The End - - - - -

A/N:

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