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"Sherlock."

"Yes?" The man answered the girl unamused.

"May I please borrow your laptop?"

She knew it was a lost cause to have asked him that. Especially, when he and his companion was now knee-deep into uncovering the secret of an anonymous agency that has been terrorizing another agency.

"Last time I checked, you had your own."

"It's in the shop. I accidentally fiddled with the wrong keys and reformatted the damned thing."

"Well, that's not my problem."

Sherlock got up and left for his room wordlessly. (Y/N) followed his pursuit of escaping much to his dismay.

"Only for a few minutes?" Her eyes widened and her lip pouted to denote those of a begging puppy, and Sherlock was fully aware of how defeated he was.

He could never stand saying no to that face of hers. It was a blessing and a curse to have witnessed it in action.

"You have until midnight to complete whatever it is you want to complete. After that, it is done and you can never borrow it ever again." He snapped his head to where she moped.

"Do not even think about opening the folder named 'for future references.'"

"Aye, aye, cap'n!" (Y/N) mockingly saluted him before ransacking his laptop and running back to her room.

She finished rather early and had an hour with the laptop all to herself. (Y/N) looked through the folders and found herself staring at a folder named;

'For Future References.'

She had recalled Sherlock saying something about opening a folder she had forgotten the name of.

Slowly, the cursor was dragged towards the folder and she opened it with hesitation.

Immediately, she saw numerous photos of her at the utmost timing where she wasn't even aware that her picture was being taken.

She remembered reading from somewhere that stolen photos were the best photos, the most encouraging, for everything in that photo was captured naturally and could not have been framed to be what it isn't.

There was one of her sleeping, tons of her laughing at Sherlock, and she looking groggy.

There was a photo of her looking to the sky atop a building; one with her eyes closed, one opened, one looking to Sherlock, and one blurred out.

She remembered that moment. He had told her of the events at St. Bart's that happened 4 years ago, the events that made her skin crawl and heart break.

She remembered him holding her, on the brink of tears as he recalled the tale of his idiocy, but she recognized it as an act of bravery.

The photo with the blur was where she pried the camera from his grip and had kissed him as if it were their last.

Amongst all the random photos, there was a file at the very end. A PDF file.

Again, her shaky hands directed the mouse to it and a shiver went down her spine as she realized that it was a letter from Sherlock to Sherlock.

It went as read;

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Sherlock Holmes

This folder has been created for future references. It is to take your actions into account and the possible consequences upholding the rest of your performance if you fail to do the tasks at hand.

In the case that you; Sherlock Holmes, lose hope or consider the impossibility of giving up, look back into this folder and grace yourself of what’s truly important;

And that is your beloved (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).

You may want to revel in the memories made and shared with her and bask in its once marvelous feeling and slowly realize that giving up will mean the end of ever making memories like that ever again.

Know that when you come across that decision that it may be your last for everything. Last early morning greet, last indulgence of tea together, last adventure into the unknown with her never even thinking of leaving your side, last good night, last silent prayer to ensure that you wake up beside her, and last of ever getting to relish in the fact that you have once loved so immensely.

As I mentioned earlier, it will be your last for everything. I think we both know deep in our shared heart, mind, body and soul that she is our everything and the thought of it being our last will be the true reason of you giving up, but even then; don’t. Again, we are both fully aware that she’d push you to the limit.

For future references, remember that she is your hope.

For future references, realize that losing hope would automatically mean losing her.

And you would never want that to happen.

(Y/N) jumped at the sudden closing of the laptop and a pull on her shirt to face the man.

"I-I"

"Speechless, are we?" He snapped. "I thought I told you not to open that folder!"

"I completely forgot..." She made nothing out of his words and fake anger - something to hide his embarrassment.

Her hands made its way from the desk she had sat on now and to his cheekbones - something to calm
him down and reassure him that whatever he wrote was the sweetest thing she had ever read, and she has read a lot.

He inched forward. Upon looking into her eyes and taking in all its majesty, every ounce of anger and humiliation dissipated.

His hands held hers for a moment. He brushed them past the barriers of hair and onto her neck he loved kissing so much.

Slowly, they closed the space between them. A few minutes were taken in to stare at each other's greatness, before diving in for a kiss that seemed to last for decades.

"You will never lose me. Not now, not ever." She said in between breaths.

"I you, my love. I you." Said he with a gentle caress to every inch of her he could touch.