BBC Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock: Two Years (Part 2)

"Previously on 'Sherlock: Two Years'..."

Swallowing your fears, you again ignored the common rule of knocking, and entered the room.

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You had been standing in the doorway for a mere second before you heard glass crack. It was a teacup and saucer. John Watson stood across the room from you, mouth hanging open, eyes trained on you in horror.

"(Y/n)," he breathed in disbelief. He stepped closer, his mouth now closed, but his jaw flexing adamantly. "What the hell?" he said, stepping closer again. With each footstep your heart sank a little more. He looked to be angry with you, and you bit your lip to stop the tears from falling from your eyes. Eventually he made it to right in front of you. You had never realized that you two were the same height, your eyes positioned at the same level. He shook his head, in... disbelief? Anger? You weren't sure. You could not explain in words how sorry you were for leaving unannounced. You were about to try, but then John threw his arms around you and engulfed you in a hug. "Where have you been?" Slowly you felt the weight on your heart lessen - if John Watson could forgive you, maybe everyone else could too. He grabbed your shoulders and held you away from him, looking you up and down with utter astonishment. You smiled awkwardly, and he returned it, but it didn't reach his eyes fully.

"I'm sorry," you croaked, your voice raspy with nervousness. He didn't say anything, just looked at the ground.

"I won't lie - it's been hard. On all of us." The words stung at your heart but you knew they were true.

"Where is he?" you asked, kneading your hands together nervously. You noticed John's jaw clench, and his eyes darted towards the hall. "Can I go see him?"

"Of course," John sighed, as if this was the first time he had really breathed in a long time. You started to walk past him, but he put his hand on your shoulder to stop you. "(Y/n)," he began, "don't expect anything." You nodded in understanding. How could you expect anything from a man whom you left 2 years ago, with no explanation. As you were walking towards the all too familiar bedroom door, you wondered if somehow the hallway had lengthened since you had last been here. Each step felt like it took an hour. Finally you reached the door, and this time, you knocked. No answer came from the other side. You took a deep breath, then let yourself in.

The room was dark, shades drawn, dust floating around. The closet door to your right was open, and your clothes hung perfectly on their hangers. But on Sherlock's side, they were strewn all around, even on the floor and various places around the room. That was not like him, usually he was the one getting mad at you for keeping an "unclean" side. You gasped lightly when you noticed his violin against the wall: smashed around, strings broke loose, and the bow broke in half. How could he do such a thing? Or more importantly, how could you make him do such a thing? Glancing more around the room you spotted a big lump nestled under all the blankets of the bed. Your heart ached; all you wanted to do was crawl in bed beside him, play with his hair, fall asleep entangled in his arms. But you knew it wouldn't be that easy. The lump moved slightly, then a voice came from it,

"You're back." Oh that voice, so deep and beautiful and heavenly. Your body melted at its tones as they surrounded your ears with warm welcoming. Finally, gaining yourself, you found only two words came to mind,

"I'm back." There was more moving from the lump, and you saw a few black curls peek out from underneath the covers. The lump said no more. You decided it was your turn to start the conversation. "I'm sorry." And from there, it all came out. "I was just doing what I thought was best for you and for everyone. I couldn't let you die Sherlock, and I knew it would hurt us both by leaving, but it was the only way to keep you alive." You continued, explaining the plan, what you had lived through these past 2 years, and finally getting the courage to come back. When you had finished with everything, every little detail, there was silence. A tear escaped your eye. It had been a long 2 years, but standing in that room with the truth finally out and no response coming from the one person you truly loved, it felt even longer. More tears fell steadily and your nose turned runny. You didn't try to stop it, seeing as you felt you had no room to cry. You had been the one to leave and hurt everyone. Sherlock had the right to ignore you and walk out of your life forever, so that's what you braced yourself for.

But instead a hand reached out from underneath the covers and motioned you over. You wiped your tears and followed order. Reaching the bed, a second hand pulled away the blankets, revealing an open spot for you in the grey sheets and underneath the blankets. You kicked off your shoes, then crawled in. Instantly two arms snaked around your body and brought you close. It felt like home. Warm breath rested upon your cheek. A hand came and wiped the remaining tears.

"Welcome back."

"How did you know it was me when I stepped through the door?" you asked, placing your arms around his neck. It took a second for him to respond.

"I would know the sound of your steps anywhere, they follow the beat of my heart."

"Really?" you asked in disbelief. Maybe he really has changed since I left... More of a romantic now?

"No, I heard your voice through the wall," he admitted, kissing your temple. You smiled and shook your head. Same old Sherlock, just the way you like him. You snuggled your head into his neck and breathed in the deep scent of his body wash.

"I'm sorry Sherlock. Really, I am. I just-"

"Shut up. Just shut up and lay with me."

So you did.

A/N

Watched "The Conjuring 2" tonight. Hopefully I'll still be alive in the morning lol.

Glad I could finally update children, I've missed y'all.

PSA: ONLY 1 MORE UPDATE AND I'M SWITCHING TO A NEW BOOK!!!!!!!!! (Don't worry, I'll carry over all the requests I got and everything, just want a change of scene)

Random: What has been the proudest moment in your life thus far? (Something you were proud of yourself for)

Alright night.

Sleep easy fam.