Sherlock Imagines

One Bored Girl (Part 4)

You were panting hard by the time you reached 221B Baker Street. You opened the door and rushed up the stairs, jumping every other steps. You tried to open your flat door but found it locked. You searched through your pockets frantically until you found your key. You stuck it in and twisted it and the door clicked signifying that it was open. You stumbled in and began digging through the drawers looking for a bandage to wrap your arm. You didn't want Sherlock to know about any of this so you tried to hide it.
You couldn't find the first aid and started to cry. You were so desperate and in so much pain. You hadn't heard the front door open or the footsteps that were ascending the stairs. You didn't even realize that Sherlock was there until you turned around and there he was. He was staring at you, obvious worry written on his face.

"You're here." He said.

You didn't respond as more tears crept their way down your cheeks. Sherlock's eyes finally made their way to your arm where your hand was covering. He locked eyes with you and you let out a loud sob. You removed your hand, showing the wound and your blood stained hand.

"It hurts. It hurts so bad!" You cried.

Sherlock was at a loss for words but he finally managed to say something. "I'll call John and he can take a look at that."

You nodded your head rapidly and covered your wound again. After Sherlock finished telling John that you needed to be bandaged up, he was over in no time.
John made sure that the bullet wasn't still in your arm and then wrapped the wound up. Once he finished you thanked him and he smiled.

"What exactly did happen that caused you to get shot?" Sherlock asked.

You didn't know how you were going to do it, but you knew you needed to tell him. You took a deep, shaky breath and looked Sherlock in the eye.

"Yesterday, when I was going to get stuff from the store, I encountered my former 'boss'. He slipped a single piece of paper into my hand that had the name of the person I need to kill." You began. "I looked at the note and the name that was written on it was yours, 'Sherlock Holmes'.
"I knew where I'd have to meet him so I went, with all my weapons. He told me a few things and we ended up pointing our guns at each other. I pulled out a second one and told him to leave us alone and I'd let him live.
"He shot me in the arm and then agreed. He left after that and then I came here and tried to find a way to bandage my arm. You came in first though." You said.

"You really have changed." John said.

"Slightly." You said.

"Why didn't you agree to kill me?" Sherlock questioned, obviously interested in the answer you'd give.

You looked down at your hands in your lap, almost embarrassed.

"I finally felt happy again after years of being alone. I didn't want it to be destroyed, especially not by my own hand." You explained.

"Y-you find happiness, with him?" John wondered pointing from you to Sherlock.

You nodded, smiling. "This surprises you?" You asked.

"I don't even know why I am surprised." John mumbled. "I'm gonna go. I have to meet Mary." He said and left.

"Why didn't you tell me about your encounter with...whatever his name is?" Sherlock asked.

"His name's Sebastian, and it's because I was unsure. I didn't want to lose my happiness but I was afraid of what they might do to me." You explained.

"If you tell me things then I'll make sure that nothing happens to you." Sherlock said, now sitting next to you.

You smiled, "Thank you, Sherlock." You said.

Sherlock put his arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.

"You know? You make one heck of a dad." You said.

Sherlock smirked, "Well I didn't have to go through your baby to toddler years. Just the teenage part." He said.

You laughed and shifted. Your rested your feet over Sherlock's lap and rested your head back over the arm of the couch.

"By the way..." You said smirking at Sherlock, "I'm not bored anymore."

So let me know it you guys want me to keep going with this imagine, cause I will find someway to do it.