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(y/n) Hudson was a very clever girl, but she also happened to be very stupid, at least she was very stupid when it came to the handsome consulting detective living in the downstairs flat of the building her great aunt owned.

when she was young her mother had sent her to live with her great aunt in London, now she inhabited 221 C baker street and was all grown up. But being all grown up didn't stop her from making stupid childish mistakes like falling in love with a condescending curly haired genius named Sherlock Holmes.

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(y/n) was flipping through a book John Watson had lent her in the early morning when Sherlock came crashing through her front door.
"(y/n) excellent! you're already awake." you ran a hand through your hair and stood to face him, stupidly forgetting that you still happened to be in your rather embarrassing cat pajamas your aunt had gotten for you last Christmas.

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he noticed your pajamas, the corners of his mouth quirked up slightly and his blue eyes shone with amusement. that was when you also noticed your clothing and heat rose to your cheeks you were angry at him for bursting in the first place and then smirking at your pajamas that you were wearing in your apartment where you lived alone. but at the same time his smirk and sparkling eyes were making your heart beat so fast you were sure he could hear it.

you wanted to strangle him but decided on glaring instead.
"what do you want Sherlock?"

he considered you for a second and then spoke, "there's a new case and john is away for the weekend with his latest girlfriend" You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. "I know johns away he left me instructions to stop you from blowing up your flat or setting it on fire"
Sherlock nodded, "yes, I know you know. what I mean is john is away and I need a Watson replacement and you happen to be the least annoying normal person I know."

You rolled your eyes, "Gee, thanks Sherlock that's--" you were cut off mid sentence by your phone ringing. you grabbed your phone from the table where it sat and checked the caller I.D. it wasn't a number you recognized but your curiosity got the better of you so you picked up anyways. you heard Sherlock huff impatiently but shushed him.

"hello?"

"hello. is this (y/n) Hudson?"

"uhm yeah this is she."

"hi, I'm calling from Churchill county hospital in Nevada your listed as the emergency contact for one Ms. Dianne Hudson. you're her daughter correct?"

you sucked in a breathe and sank down into the nearest chair.

"yeah I am...I'm her daughter, is there...is....is she okay?"

The woman sighed, "no...she isn't...your mother passed away this morning"

You sucked in a sharp breath and tears blurred your vision you felt sick. You hadn't spoken to your mother in three years. Your voice shook as you ended the call. "t-thank you for c-calling me. Ill be there tomorrow evening" the phone beeped as you hit the end button and you heard a soft thump as it fell from your hands and hit the floor.

Sherlock stood there silently intently watching your every move concern lacing his gaze. your eyes flitted up to meet his.

"my mother is dead."

his face was unreadable but he still crossed the room and pulled you into a stiff hug you were so shocked it almost stopped your tears from spilling but not quite.

the two of you stood there for a long time his arms wrapped around you, your whole body shaking with grief. He was still the entire time and when your sobs faded into hiccups you finally realized Sherlock was actually hugging you and it was the most comforting thing in the world. you pulled away and looked down.

"I'm so sorry Sherlock I didn't mean to lose it like that I..."

"its alright." and with his short response he turned on his heel and left.
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that night you finished packing your things, Ms. Hudson promised to ship the rest when you were settled, you had spent the afternoon on the phone and your mother had left every piece of her life up in the air, and so here you were packing to spend a year away from home, from your friends, from your aunt who had raised you...and the man you loved.

just to spend it putting the affairs in order of a woman who had basically abandoned you.

with a stray tear rolling down your cheek you closed your suitcase and went upstairs to say goodbye to everyone.

first you said goodbye to ms. Hudson seeing how she was your blood relative and raised you. she fussed over you the whole time and promised to call whenever she could.

then you walked into 221B for most likely the last time for awhile. John had come home early when he got word and hugged you as soon as you walked in, "hey (y/n) I'm really sorry about your mother. you smiled sadly "yeah...I am too" you stepped back and let the smile drop. he patted your arm comfortingly "I'm really going to miss you, you know. and even though hell never admit it I know Sherlock will too" you smiled again, teasingly this time "aw John I'm only gone for a year you can manage." he grinned "I suppose I can as long as Sherlock doesn't succeed in burning down the flat."

you hugged john once more and he left to give you some space to say your last goodbye.
so went to find Sherlock who was sitting on the couch thinking.

"I uh...I guess I'm leaving soon...I'm really going to miss you Sherlock." your (e/c) eyes started to well up with tears. "this year is going to be unbearable without my favorite consulting detective you know? I mean, who else can shut up the Andersons of the world or bring adventure into my life?...Christ, I'm not usually sappy like this...and you know that I guess I'm only doing this because I'm pretty sure you're not listening. but what the hell, don't forget about me while I'm away Sherlock."

As you turned to leave a hand caught your wrist,

"don't go."

you couldn't believe it. why would he care if you left...you were friends, or at least you thought you were but usually he didn't care.

you turned to face him and he was standing now, his hand still around your wrist his eyes pleading you to stay.

"Sherlock..."

"Don't. go." he said it a little more forcefully now but still softly like he knew it was a hopeless plea.

"Sherlock, I have to go."

"I love you (y/n)"

your eyes widened in shock, "you- I- what?" he smirked and took a step closer to you.

"I love you"

"I--"

he cut you off "I know" and with those two words the world stopped, it was just the two of you, you didn't have to go, and he didn't have to stay.
he leaned down and captured your lips in a salty kiss tears still lingering on your lips. it only lasted a minute but it felt like an eternity, the kiss was soft desperate his hands were on your waist and your arms were around his neck, neither of you wanting to return to the real world, where this moment was just that, a moment.

you were the one to break the kiss, he tried to kiss you again but you stopped him, he looked so sad it broke your heart.

You stepped out of Sherlock arms, and smiled sadly. "if you kiss me again Ill never leave."
His lips quirked up at the corners for only a second, and your vision was blurry with tears that threatened to spill.

You watched his every move trying to commit it to memory, trying to remember the way his eyes sparkled when he got a really interesting case, trying to remember the way he was so focused on his experiments, the way he and john argued like a married couple, the way he grinned when he solved a difficult puzzle, And finally the way he kissed you. because soon thats all you would have for an entire year...memories.

you blinked back tears, and spoke softly. "goodbye sherlock."

he reached up and took off his scarf, "it gets cold in Nevada" then he draped it around your shoulders and walked you to the door.
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Bonus:
3 months later**

You pulled Sherlocks scarf tighter around yourself and rubbed your hands together trying to stay warm in the cold desert night. you rounded the corner and arrived at the crappy apartment complex you lived in. you fumbled with your keys cursing yourself for not wearing warmer clothing, when your heart almost stopped.

someone was inside...you could hear them walking around. You gripped the can of mace you had in your purse and unlocked the door.
inside the lights were on there was soft music playing and a familiar face was sitting in your favorite chair, you dropped everything and ran over to him he was smiling, a real, genuine smile, which was so rare coming from him and it took your breath away.
he stood and wrapped you in a tight embrace.

"I couldn't wait anymore I called in some favors, its time to come home."

You didn't question it though you suspected mycroft had a hand in these 'favors'.

You grinned up at Sherlock mischievously, "I love you too."