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~*~Sherlock Holmes - First Words~*~

'Good luck Y/n. We'll hope for the best.' John said to me and I nodded with a nervous smile on my face. He seemed to sigh by how his shoulders moved up and down with his stomach and pulled me into a hug as I buried my face into his neck. After a few seconds I felt a large comforting hand on my shoulder and I knew it was my boyfriend Sherlock.
You see, we met over 3 years ago when I accidently bumped into them on the road. I had been heading to the homeless shelter to get some food since I'd been living on the streets for nearly 6 months and since I had my head down to keep the rain from my face, I wasn't looking where I was going and ran into John, who was looking on his phone while holding an umbrella above him. Sherlock was the one to stop me from falling, and after a few seconds of him starring me over, he lent me his long black coat. John tried to tell me at the time that he never does that for anyone, but since I can't hear I didn't even know he was talking to me. They invited me back to their place, which I was sceptical at first, but it was better than staying in the alley so I agreed. Somehow – and to this day I still am not quite sure how he knew – Sherlock knew I was deaf right away just by looking at me but he didn't seem to question it and I was thankful. I was even more than thankful when I got back to theirs and their landlady, Mrs Hudson, offered me the spare room to stay in so I didn't have to go back onto the streets. After she left, and when Sherlock had told John I was deaf, they both went started to learn sign language so they could talk to me which I nearly cried over with joy.
Since Sherlock was smarter he learnt it pretty quickly and we bonded well, him letting me help them on some cases and also him teaching me how to lip read. It wasn't that hard for me to learn since I'd only been deaf from the age of 5, and I remembered how to say most words that you learn when your 5 years old, I just never tried to speak again because I couldn't hear myself and know if I was actually saying something, so I never tried. About a year later I lip read Sherlock and John talking about me and how Sherlock took interest in me, but wanted more and wasn't sure how to achieve that since he wasn't really well known in the relationship area. But I helped him by telling him how I felt and 2 years later, here we are still together.
Currently I – or more like Sherlock – got a call for me about a new surgical invention that the University of London had created along with other scientists, and they wanted people to be test subjects and be the first people to have it done on. Even though Sherlock didn't show his emotions, I could tell he was worried about this when he told me. But after a few weeks of talking and looking at the cons and expressing how much I wanted to hear again – to hear his voice – he gave in and agreed.
So here I was, sitting in my hospital bed with a mask on as sleepy gas made me drift off into unconsciousness for the procedure to begin.

When I knew I was awake, the first thing that happened was my heart broke in two. My eyes were closed, but I still couldn't hear anything, and I felt my eyes start to sting. I didn't put my hopes up that high, but it still hurt never the less. I felt a warm hand wipe a tear that I didn't realise had fallen off my cheek as I opened my eyes, seeing is was Sherlock as he stood next to me.
'Y/n, don't cry. The doctor said it would take a couple of days to know if it was a success or not, so don't feel like it didn't work.' I nodded at John who was behind Sherlock, smiling reassuringly at me.
'He said that you have to stay in quite rooms, so don't leave the flat for a couple of weeks until we know if the surgery worked or not, okay?' Sherlock asked and I smiled up at him, nodded my head in understanding as I grabbed my clothes off John and started changing once they both left the room. Once I was done I headed out into the hallway and grabbed Sherlock's hand, smiling up at him as we headed to the receptionist and signed me out. She started talking to us and Sherlock told me that she was just reminding them of what the doctor said, and for me to also be drinking lots of water to lower the headaches that would come. When she stopped, I waved to her and we got a taxi, John telling him our address as I lay my head on Sherlock's chest and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding me close.

It had been 2 weeks since the surgery and nothing had changed. I still couldn't hear and I was losing hope with every passing day. I wasn't even excited for our anniversary. Sherlock knew I wasn't in the mood to go out and do anything, so we decided to just spend the day in pjs and watch signed or subtexted movies while eating junk food – the latter more me.
I was on the couch at the moment and was waking up, but I feel like I was still asleep. This annoying whistling noise was in my dream and I could still hear it, though I don't know why. I rolled onto my stomach and covered my ears even if I knew it wouldn't change anything. But when my hands covered my ears, the sound turned was muffled. That's when I shot my eyes open. I kept completely still, looking around the room to see no one in sight. Quickly I sat up before slowly removing my hands, which covered my mouth when the whistling got louder again. I heard myself gasp as I covered my mouth and I then realised I could heard the streets outside, the sound on cars engines and birds that I had both missed. I could heard muffled noises that sounded like people talking and what I assumed where car horns going off in the far distance. A single tear ran down my cheek and I started at my hands, realising I didn't have to use them to talk anymore, that I could use my voice.
"What are you guys doing today?" A voice much clearer and nearer was heard and my head shot up, mouth gaping open towards the kitchen. It sounded male, but only two mates lived in the house.
"She wanted to stay in and watch some movies. Though they will be immensely boring, I'll do it for her. She hasn't been herself since the surgery." A deeper voice spoke, and it sounded just like-
"That's nice of you Sherlock. I hope she just feels better soon." And I realised that was John speaking. I looked back down at my hands and thought about his name. Sherlock.
"S-" I made and smiled, but frowned right after in concentration. "She-sh."
"Sherlock?" John said again, and he must have been in thought.
"Sher."
"Sherlock?!"
"Sher... Lock. Sherlo."
SHERLOCK!"
"Sherlock!" Me and John said at the same time and I gasped, covering my mouth again I surprise. The first word I say was his name.
"Sorry John, I was just thinking."
"About Y/n?"
"I l-" I started to try, I knew what I wanted Sherlocks first words off me to be.
"Yes. I was thinking about how to make her happy."
"I lov- love..."
"You make her happy, she loves you. She told me that just being with you makes her day."
"I love y-ou."
"Well then I guess I do that everyday."
"Sherlock... I-I love you." I smiled, tears running down my face. "I love you." I said, standing up with shaky hands and my head down. Suddenly nerves got the better of my and I lost my smile. What if they didn't want me to be able to hear? What if they preferred me to not speak? Sighing and tears still running down my face no matter how much I whipped them away, I walked to the kitchen, just standing in the doorway. Sherlock and John both looked up, both a look of worry on their face.
"Y/n, you okay?" John signed and spoke.
"Y/n?" Sherlock signed and said to me, which made more tears run. They didn't need to sign anymore, I could hear them clearly. I lifted my hands up to reply, but stopped, starring at the shaky pair. It was out of instinct to sign, but I wanted to speak - my first words to Sherlock. I looked up at Sherlock and into his eyes. It was now or never. "Y/n what's wrong?"
"I love you, S-Sherlock." I spoke, and looked back down to my hands. "I love you." It was silence for a few seconds, and I thought they where both angry at me. But I felt Sherlocks hand on my cheek as he lifted my head up to look at him.
"You can hear?"
"I love you Sherlock." I spoke more confidently as a reply, before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest, bringing his lips down to mine. It was slow an soft, but full of passion and love. We pulled back when we needed air and I smiled up at him and he smiled adoringly at me. Lifting my hands, I chuckled slightly as I spoke. 'You both are going to have to teach me how to speak again you know.' And the room was filled with laughter as Sherlock pulled me into a kiss again.