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The taxi pulled up to the bulding the man was standing on. He had a black trench coat and black hair. I was sitting next to a blond haired, blue eyed man. He was on the phone talking to someone. We got out and looked at the top of the building. "Sherlock..." the blond man whispered. He lowered the phone. The man jumped. "SHERLOCK!" He shouted. I heard a smack on the pavement. I shot my [e/c] eyes open and shot up. My [h/l] [h/c] hair moved into my face then back to the sides of my face. "I gotta stop watching Sherlock." I mumbled as I got out of my soft bed. Just at that moment I heard knocking. I slowly went down the stairs and answered the door. The police. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I looked behind them and saw the witness protective services, FBI, and CIA. "Ummm..." I looked back at the police. "You are being located. I knew this day would come. I went back to my room and packed all my clothes, electronics, and personal items. The quickly moved me to the FBI car and we went to a secluded area. "This is the address you will be living at. Two of the worlds detectives will be there to protect you." I looked at the small slip. My eyes widened. 221B Baker Street. I smiled and nodded. So he wasn't a fake character after all. The car stopped and a private Jet was waiting. A man was waiting there as well. He was a lot like the man in my dream. I got out and walked up to him. He was. "Hello, I am John Watson." He held out his hand. His British accent was pure. I smiled and took his hand. I looked at the window of the jet out of the feeling of being watched. The man that jumped off was sitting there, watching me, with those intense gray eyes. I blinked and he smirked and shook his head. I sighed and went onto the plane.

"Watson?" The man asked. "What?" Watson shot a glare at him. The man chuckled. "Is this Sherlock?" I asked. They both looked at me with shock. I should have kept my mouth shut. "Yes." They both said in unison. I smiled and held out a hand. Sherlock Holmes. He was my favorite character until he "killed himself" in a episode then proved he was still alive. I lost my smile and slapped him. He had a shocked look on his face. "Oh god." I covered my mouth. Watson started to laugh. "I...I am so sorry....I didn't mean to....I just remembered something and I slapped you without thinking..." I kept apologizing. Sherlock, on the other hand, started to laugh. I stopped and looked at Watson. He shook his head and looked out the window as we started to take off. "Listen. I get hit all the time so it doesn't matter anymore." Sherlock leaned closer to me with a big smile. I blinked and got up. "I am going to sit next to Watson now." I walked over and sat down next to John. "Aaand Holmes got denied~." He sang. I looked at Sherlock and he shrugged it off. "Thats fine." He leaned back and fell asleep. I felt bad now. I got back up again but did not move towards him. I let out a soft sigh and moved so I don't have to sit next to them. I sat in a empty seat far away from them. I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep. It started over again. That exact same dream with Holmes committing suicide. When I heard the smack again I shot awake screaming out Sherlocks name. He was about to shake me awake when I screamed. He sat there in a seat in front of me. His grey eyes looking straight into my [e/c] eyes. "I didn't get your name ma'am." Sherlock whispered. "I...Its....[f/n [l/n]." Sherlock smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. "Well the [f/n]. We are here." He said as he got up. I got up with him and walked behind him.

He stopped by Watsons chair and did a quick slap on the back of his head. "OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" The blond shouted. "We are here my dear Watson." No matter how many times I hear that I could here me saying that to my best friend. We called each other Sherlock and Watson. I witnessed her murder and because of that I had to be transferred here. I looked at the ground and tears started to stream down my face. They both looked at me and Holmes gave me a hug. Watson had a shocked expression. I was shocked to. "It looked like you needed a hug." I started to cry now and burried my face into his black trench coat. He looked at me and sighed. "Come on...lets go." He whispered and let go of me. I rubbed my eyes as I sniffled. He walked off the plane. I followed him off. Watson was right behind me. Holmes got into a cab and so did I. Watson had to get into the front. I looked out the window and watched people walk and cars go by as we went to the flat. The cab came to a stop and Watson paid for the ride. I slowly crawled out of the cab and Holmes gave me my bag. I did not look up at him and went in to the flat. He watched me and looked at Watson. "Shes in a state that I dont even know." He said and Watson shook his head. "I dont know either Holmes...I am going to go see Mary. Bye." He walked off and I sat down on the couch. Holmes came in and smiled. "You alright?" He asked. "Yeah." I rolled onto my side away from him. "Ok then." He sighed as he took off his trench coat.

He walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Come with me." He said and I got up, "Bring your bag." I picked up my bag and followed. He led me to a bedroom. "This is my room but you can have it." He smirked and stood to the side. I slowly walked in and he shut the door as he left. I smiled and sat on the bed. It was so soft. I put bag on the floor and started to unpack. Then out of no where I heard random gunshots. I ran out and saw Sherlock shooting the wall and shouting "BORED!" I blinked and tried not to laugh. He stopped and looked at me. "I am sorry. I should have told you that I shoot the wall when I am bored." I sighed at his apology. "Don't worry about it." I slowly went back to the room and sat back down. I looked at the pillow and saw something under it. "What the...?" I mumbled and pulled out a picture and a note from the government. "You are to protect this woman at any costs Sherlock Holmes. If she dies you will be stripped of your rank as a consulting detective and you wont work in the police department ever again." I blinked and took it down stairs. He was now playing the violin. He turned around with grace and saw me. The violin made a sudden screech. I dropped the papers and covered my ears. He was frozen and his eyes were wide. "Ow...dude. That hurt." I mumbled as he walked up to me. "My apologies [f/n]." He bent down and picked up the picture. "Sherlock?" I asked. "Hm?" He looked up a bit with his black hair moving just a bit. I knelt down and picked up the letter. "Can I ask you something?" He smiled a bit at my question. "You just did." I blinked and slapped him. "NOT THAT QUESTION!" I shouted. He blinked and rubbed his face. "Ok then what is the question?" He asked. "Can you explain the letter?" I handed the letter to him and he shook his head. He sat down and reread it. "Oh this...." He said as he crumpled it up, "Its nothing." He threw it into the trash can and stretched.

~Sherlocks POV~ (SUM UP UNTIL IT GETS TO THE PAPER!)

I felt my heart race when she got on the plane. I could not believe she was this pretty outside of the photo. When [f/n] started to cry I hugged her to help her feel better. My heart was beating really fast when I felt her bury her face into my coat. I had to let go or I would pass out. I led her off the plane and to the cab. We rode home in silence. She slowly went inside and Watson left. I went in and asked if she was ok. She said she was. I decided to give her my room. I tapped her shoulder and had her follow me with her bag. I led her to my room and shut the door as I left. I went down the stairs and grabbed a gun. "Bored." I mumbled. I shot a wall. "BORED!" I shouted and shot the wall multiple times. I saw [f/n] in the door way trying not to laugh. I apologized and she just sighed. I swear she was glowing with light around her. My heart stopped for a minute then started to beat again. I watched her go back to the room and I picked up my violin. I steadily played as I walked around to my own music. She came down again but with papers in her hand. When I opened my eyes and saw her my wrist tensed making the last note screech. I stood there. Frozen. She had dropped the papers and had her hands on her ears. I apologized again and picked up her picture. She knelt and picked up the letter after asking a question. "You just did." I replied to her second question. With that she slapped me. "NOT THAT QUESTION!" I rubbed my cheek and looked at her. "Ok then what is the question?" I asked. "Can you explain the letter?" She asked as she handed me the letter. I took it and sat down. As I read it I would look up and saw her watching me. "Its nothing." I said as I crumpled the paper and threw it away. I stretched and my back made a loud pop and that made her cringe.

What is this feeling? Its so foreign to me yet so fascinating like [f/n]. I leaned forward stood back up. "[f/n]?" She looked at me and she tried not to laugh. I looked at her and tilted my head. "Whats so funny?" I asked forgetting my question. "You are as red as a rose." she said through her giggling. I touched my face it was so warm. "AH!" I screamed and ran to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and she was right. I was so red that it made me look like I painted my face red. I felt something in my stomach like I was going to vomit. I sighed and tried to get rid of the redness in my face. I rubbed my eyes and heard her go up stairs again. My heart was racing and I had trouble breathing. I leaned against the door and tried to catch my breath. I pulled out my cell and dialed Watsons number. I started to cough and wheeze. "Hello. This is Watson." I heard his voice. "W-watson...." I gasped for air, "I-....I n-need help..." Everything started to spin and I dropped the phone and slide onto my side. I stayed awake for a while, coughing and wheezing, unable to breath correctly. Then it was dark. What happened? I heard the front door swing open and hit the wall. "HOLMES!?" It was Watson. Footsteps coming down the stairs. "What happened? Whats going on?" [f/n]'s voice asked. I felt the door nudge me. I gasped and coughed a couple times and tried to crawl towards the sink. The door swung open and I was out again.

~Your pov~

I saw a passed out sherlock in the bathroom. That was weird but it was kind of worrying. Watson rolled him over and shook him. "And he is out." He looked at me. I backed up with my hands up. "I dont know what happened. Dont look at me." His blue eyes met my [e/c] eyes. I shivered and backed up. He threw sherlocks arm over his shoulders and slowly took him up the stairs to the bedroom. "He had a mild panic attack. Which is very strange...he never had one before." He said as I opened the door for him. "Really?" I asked as I pulled the blanket off the bed. He set Holmes in the bed and nodded. "Yes." I covered Sherlock up and sighed. "Unless....its the...." his eyes widened, "THE STRESS!?" He looked at me and I looked at him. "Stress?" I asked. He nodded. "Sherlock quit smoking and that helped with the stress so....so the stress of everything got him." That could be it. I clapped my hands together and smiled. "That is a good theory Watson." I said as I smiled. Watson walked to the door and waved good bye. I looked at Sherlock and moved a curled black hair out of his face. His eyes slowly opened for a bit then he shut them. He coughed a bit and opened his a bit again. He shot his eyes wide open and sat up. "How did I get here?" He asked and looked at me. "Watson carried you in here." He blinked and tried to talk but cant seem to get the words out. I smiled and went to go sleep on the couch. He grabbed my hand then let go. "Sorry. Y-You can go." He laid on his side as I walked out. That was so weird. I walked down the steps and sat on the last step. Rain tapped the windows. So calming. I got up and went into the living room and yawned.

I flopped onto the couch and I was out in no time. The nightmare did not happen this time. Instead it took place after it. Sherlock was in a room waiting. I walked in and so did Watson. Watson saw sherlock and took two steps back. "Th-thats not....your...." He could not say anything without fumbling. "Dead?" Sherlock turned to me and Watson with a smile, "Oh no my dear Watson....I am not dead." He walked up to us and I slowly backed up and so did Watson. "THIS IS NOT REAL! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!" Watson shouted as he closed his eyes and covered his ears. I couldn't move. Sherlock looked at me with his grey eyes sparkling. "[f/n].....[F/N]!" He quickly ran towards me and hugged me, "[f/n]....I am sorry I put you through that....." He whispered through his tears. Tears formed in my [e/c] eyes and one escaped. Sherlock pulled away and wiped it away. "I love you [f/n]..." He whispered. I blushed and felt someone shake me. I looked around. "Wake up~" a voice sang. It sounded like Sherlock when he mocks Watson. "Come on [f/n]~." I sighed and woke up. I sat up on the couch and yawned. Sherlock stuck something in my mouth and I bit down on the fork. Sherlock blinked and tried to pull the fork away. I refused to let go. He leaned in and licked my cheek. I blushed and loosen my jaws grip on the fork. He pulled the fork out of my mouth and something was in my mouth. I looked at the plate and it was pancakes with eggs, milk, toast, and a sausage. I blinked and chewed. I stopped and looked at the plate again. I had the other sausage in my mouth. I blushed at the thought that went through my head. "This was actually my breakfast but I wasn't hungry. 'HE FED ME HIS SAUSAGE!? OH GOD!' I screamed in my head and a dirty picture popped into my head. I started to choke but I got it down. Sherlock was laughing so hard that he turned red. His smile was wide and he was obviously amused.

After I finished eating on my own I heard him yelling at someone in the office upstairs. I slowly went upstairs and saw Sherlock arguing with Watson. "I TOLD YOU! I DID NOT WANT ANY OF THIS FOR ONE REASON! YOU KNOW I GET TO ATTACHED TO WOMEN! ONCE MY JOB IS DONE THEY JUST GO!" He had the expression of pure anger on his face. "THIS IS GOOD FOR YOU HOLMES! ITS TEACHING YOU TO BE MORE RESPECTFUL! BESIDES! SHE WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU HAD A PANIC ATTACK!" Watson shouted back. "I DON'T CARE IF SHE DID! SHE WILL JUST LEAVE LIKE THE OTHER WOMEN! I START CARING AND HOPING THEY WOULD STAY THEN THEY GO AND BREAK MY HEART! SHE IS JUST ANOTHER WOMAN THAT DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME OR YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT!?" Sherlock threw books onto the floor out of anger. "LISTEN HERE! I KNOW SHE IS DIFFERENT! JUST GO AND LOOK AT HER!" Watson tried to keep his composer. "NO! I WONT GO LOOK AT THAT PROSTITUTE!" That nailed me right in the heart. He glanced at the door and I creaked it open. Watson turned and looked at me. "Am I all that you see me as?" Tears formed im my eyes, "As a prostitute that will break your heart then leave?" Tears started to stream down my face. "N-no..." Sherlock took a step towards me and I took a step back. "I should have known that....that....THAT YOU WERE GOING TO GO BEHIND MY BACK AND SAY THINGS THAT WOULD STAB ME IN THE HEART!" I shouted then ran to my room. "[f/e]-[f/n]! W-Wait..." He reached out and Watson punched him in the face. "SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?" He pointed to the hall. Sherlock shook the hit off and walked to my room. "[f/n]?" He asked behind the door. "Go away..." I cried into a pillow. "P-please...I-" "GO AWAY!" I shouted and it was silent for a few minutes. My heart had shattered. I looked at the door and sat up. "Hes still there...." I whispered as I looked at the shadow under the door. "Sorry about Sherlock." I was caught of guard by Watsons voice. "You may come in Watson." I sat on the edge of the bed. He opened the door and walked in. "He just doesn't want to be hurt again [f/n]." I looked up at him as he ran a hand through his blond hair, "He likes you [f/n] so he is trying to keep himself from getting to attached by saying whatever he can to pull him away from you." I blinked and I was shocked that Sherlock would do that.

~To Be continued~

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The taxi pulled up to the bulding the man was standing on. He had a black trench coat and black hair. I was sitting next to a blond haired, blue eyed man. He was on the phone talking to someone. We got out and looked at the top of the building. "Sherlock..." the blond man whispered. He lowered the phone. The man jumped. "SHERLOCK!" He shouted. I heard a smack on the pavement. I shot my [e/c] eyes open and shot up. My [h/l] [h/c] hair moved into my face then back to the sides of my face. "I gotta stop watching Sherlock." I mumbled as I got out of my soft bed. Just at that moment I heard knocking. I slowly went down the stairs and answered the door. The police. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I looked behind them and saw the witness protective services, FBI, and CIA. "Ummm..." I looked back at the police. "You are being located. I knew this day would come. I went back to my room and packed all my clothes, electronics, and personal items. The quickly moved me to the FBI car and we went to a secluded area. "This is the address you will be living at. Two of the worlds detectives will be there to protect you." I looked at the small slip. My eyes widened. 221B Baker Street. I smiled and nodded. So he wasn't a fake character after all. The car stopped and a private Jet was waiting. A man was waiting there as well. He was a lot like the man in my dream. I got out and walked up to him. He was. "Hello, I am John Watson." He held out his hand. His British accent was pure. I smiled and took his hand. I looked at the window of the jet out of the feeling of being watched. The man that jumped off was sitting there, watching me, with those intense gray eyes. I blinked and he smirked and shook his head. I sighed and went onto the plane.

"Watson?" The man asked. "What?" Watson shot a glare at him. The man chuckled. "Is this Sherlock?" I asked. They both looked at me with shock. I should have kept my mouth shut. "Yes." They both said in unison. I smiled and held out a hand. Sherlock Holmes. He was my favorite character until he "killed himself" in a episode then proved he was still alive. I lost my smile and slapped him. He had a shocked look on his face. "Oh god." I covered my mouth. Watson started to laugh. "I...I am so sorry....I didn't mean to....I just remembered something and I slapped you without thinking..." I kept apologizing. Sherlock, on the other hand, started to laugh. I stopped and looked at Watson. He shook his head and looked out the window as we started to take off. "Listen. I get hit all the time so it doesn't matter anymore." Sherlock leaned closer to me with a big smile. I blinked and got up. "I am going to sit next to Watson now." I walked over and sat down next to John. "Aaand Holmes got denied~." He sang. I looked at Sherlock and he shrugged it off. "Thats fine." He leaned back and fell asleep. I felt bad now. I got back up again but did not move towards him. I let out a soft sigh and moved so I don't have to sit next to them. I sat in a empty seat far away from them. I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep. It started over again. That exact same dream with Holmes committing suicide. When I heard the smack again I shot awake screaming out Sherlocks name. He was about to shake me awake when I screamed. He sat there in a seat in front of me. His grey eyes looking straight into my [e/c] eyes. "I didn't get your name ma'am." Sherlock whispered. "I...Its....[f/n [l/n]." Sherlock smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. "Well the [f/n]. We are here." He said as he got up. I got up with him and walked behind him.

He stopped by Watsons chair and did a quick slap on the back of his head. "OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" The blond shouted. "We are here my dear Watson." No matter how many times I hear that I could here me saying that to my best friend. We called each other Sherlock and Watson. I witnessed her murder and because of that I had to be transferred here. I looked at the ground and tears started to stream down my face. They both looked at me and Holmes gave me a hug. Watson had a shocked expression. I was shocked to. "It looked like you needed a hug." I started to cry now and burried my face into his black trench coat. He looked at me and sighed. "Come on...lets go." He whispered and let go of me. I rubbed my eyes as I sniffled. He walked off the plane. I followed him off. Watson was right behind me. Holmes got into a cab and so did I. Watson had to get into the front. I looked out the window and watched people walk and cars go by as we went to the flat. The cab came to a stop and Watson paid for the ride. I slowly crawled out of the cab and Holmes gave me my bag. I did not look up at him and went in to the flat. He watched me and looked at Watson. "Shes in a state that I dont even know." He said and Watson shook his head. "I dont know either Holmes...I am going to go see Mary. Bye." He walked off and I sat down on the couch. Holmes came in and smiled. "You alright?" He asked. "Yeah." I rolled onto my side away from him. "Ok then." He sighed as he took off his trench coat.

He walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Come with me." He said and I got up, "Bring your bag." I picked up my bag and followed. He led me to a bedroom. "This is my room but you can have it." He smirked and stood to the side. I slowly walked in and he shut the door as he left. I smiled and sat on the bed. It was so soft. I put bag on the floor and started to unpack. Then out of no where I heard random gunshots. I ran out and saw Sherlock shooting the wall and shouting "BORED!" I blinked and tried not to laugh. He stopped and looked at me. "I am sorry. I should have told you that I shoot the wall when I am bored." I sighed at his apology. "Don't worry about it." I slowly went back to the room and sat back down. I looked at the pillow and saw something under it. "What the...?" I mumbled and pulled out a picture and a note from the government. "You are to protect this woman at any costs Sherlock Holmes. If she dies you will be stripped of your rank as a consulting detective and you wont work in the police department ever again." I blinked and took it down stairs. He was now playing the violin. He turned around with grace and saw me. The violin made a sudden screech. I dropped the papers and covered my ears. He was frozen and his eyes were wide. "Ow...dude. That hurt." I mumbled as he walked up to me. "My apologies [f/n]." He bent down and picked up the picture. "Sherlock?" I asked. "Hm?" He looked up a bit with his black hair moving just a bit. I knelt down and picked up the letter. "Can I ask you something?" He smiled a bit at my question. "You just did." I blinked and slapped him. "NOT THAT QUESTION!" I shouted. He blinked and rubbed his face. "Ok then what is the question?" He asked. "Can you explain the letter?" I handed the letter to him and he shook his head. He sat down and reread it. "Oh this...." He said as he crumpled it up, "Its nothing." He threw it into the trash can and stretched.

~Sherlocks POV~ (SUM UP UNTIL IT GETS TO THE PAPER!)

I felt my heart race when she got on the plane. I could not believe she was this pretty outside of the photo. When [f/n] started to cry I hugged her to help her feel better. My heart was beating really fast when I felt her bury her face into my coat. I had to let go or I would pass out. I led her off the plane and to the cab. We rode home in silence. She slowly went inside and Watson left. I went in and asked if she was ok. She said she was. I decided to give her my room. I tapped her shoulder and had her follow me with her bag. I led her to my room and shut the door as I left. I went down the stairs and grabbed a gun. "Bored." I mumbled. I shot a wall. "BORED!" I shouted and shot the wall multiple times. I saw [f/n] in the door way trying not to laugh. I apologized and she just sighed. I swear she was glowing with light around her. My heart stopped for a minute then started to beat again. I watched her go back to the room and I picked up my violin. I steadily played as I walked around to my own music. She came down again but with papers in her hand. When I opened my eyes and saw her my wrist tensed making the last note screech. I stood there. Frozen. She had dropped the papers and had her hands on her ears. I apologized again and picked up her picture. She knelt and picked up the letter after asking a question. "You just did." I replied to her second question. With that she slapped me. "NOT THAT QUESTION!" I rubbed my cheek and looked at her. "Ok then what is the question?" I asked. "Can you explain the letter?" She asked as she handed me the letter. I took it and sat down. As I read it I would look up and saw her watching me. "Its nothing." I said as I crumpled the paper and threw it away. I stretched and my back made a loud pop and that made her cringe.

What is this feeling? Its so foreign to me yet so fascinating like [f/n]. I leaned forward stood back up. "[f/n]?" She looked at me and she tried not to laugh. I looked at her and tilted my head. "Whats so funny?" I asked forgetting my question. "You are as red as a rose." she said through her giggling. I touched my face it was so warm. "AH!" I screamed and ran to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and she was right. I was so red that it made me look like I painted my face red. I felt something in my stomach like I was going to vomit. I sighed and tried to get rid of the redness in my face. I rubbed my eyes and heard her go up stairs again. My heart was racing and I had trouble breathing. I leaned against the door and tried to catch my breath. I pulled out my cell and dialed Watsons number. I started to cough and wheeze. "Hello. This is Watson." I heard his voice. "W-watson...." I gasped for air, "I-....I n-need help..." Everything started to spin and I dropped the phone and slide onto my side. I stayed awake for a while, coughing and wheezing, unable to breath correctly. Then it was dark. What happened? I heard the front door swing open and hit the wall. "HOLMES!?" It was Watson. Footsteps coming down the stairs. "What happened? Whats going on?" [f/n]'s voice asked. I felt the door nudge me. I gasped and coughed a couple times and tried to crawl towards the sink. The door swung open and I was out again.

~Your pov~

I saw a passed out sherlock in the bathroom. That was weird but it was kind of worrying. Watson rolled him over and shook him. "And he is out." He looked at me. I backed up with my hands up. "I dont know what happened. Dont look at me." His blue eyes met my [e/c] eyes. I shivered and backed up. He threw sherlocks arm over his shoulders and slowly took him up the stairs to the bedroom. "He had a mild panic attack. Which is very strange...he never had one before." He said as I opened the door for him. "Really?" I asked as I pulled the blanket off the bed. He set Holmes in the bed and nodded. "Yes." I covered Sherlock up and sighed. "Unless....its the...." his eyes widened, "THE STRESS!?" He looked at me and I looked at him. "Stress?" I asked. He nodded. "Sherlock quit smoking and that helped with the stress so....so the stress of everything got him." That could be it. I clapped my hands together and smiled. "That is a good theory Watson." I said as I smiled. Watson walked to the door and waved good bye. I looked at Sherlock and moved a curled black hair out of his face. His eyes slowly opened for a bit then he shut them. He coughed a bit and opened his a bit again. He shot his eyes wide open and sat up. "How did I get here?" He asked and looked at me. "Watson carried you in here." He blinked and tried to talk but cant seem to get the words out. I smiled and went to go sleep on the couch. He grabbed my hand then let go. "Sorry. Y-You can go." He laid on his side as I walked out. That was so weird. I walked down the steps and sat on the last step. Rain tapped the windows. So calming. I got up and went into the living room and yawned.

I flopped onto the couch and I was out in no time. The nightmare did not happen this time. Instead it took place after it. Sherlock was in a room waiting. I walked in and so did Watson. Watson saw sherlock and took two steps back. "Th-thats not....your...." He could not say anything without fumbling. "Dead?" Sherlock turned to me and Watson with a smile, "Oh no my dear Watson....I am not dead." He walked up to us and I slowly backed up and so did Watson. "THIS IS NOT REAL! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!" Watson shouted as he closed his eyes and covered his ears. I couldn't move. Sherlock looked at me with his grey eyes sparkling. "[f/n].....[F/N]!" He quickly ran towards me and hugged me, "[f/n]....I am sorry I put you through that....." He whispered through his tears. Tears formed in my [e/c] eyes and one escaped. Sherlock pulled away and wiped it away. "I love you [f/n]..." He whispered. I blushed and felt someone shake me. I looked around. "Wake up~" a voice sang. It sounded like Sherlock when he mocks Watson. "Come on [f/n]~." I sighed and woke up. I sat up on the couch and yawned. Sherlock stuck something in my mouth and I bit down on the fork. Sherlock blinked and tried to pull the fork away. I refused to let go. He leaned in and licked my cheek. I blushed and loosen my jaws grip on the fork. He pulled the fork out of my mouth and something was in my mouth. I looked at the plate and it was pancakes with eggs, milk, toast, and a sausage. I blinked and chewed. I stopped and looked at the plate again. I had the other sausage in my mouth. I blushed at the thought that went through my head. "This was actually my breakfast but I wasn't hungry. 'HE FED ME HIS SAUSAGE!? OH GOD!' I screamed in my head and a dirty picture popped into my head. I started to choke but I got it down. Sherlock was laughing so hard that he turned red. His smile was wide and he was obviously amused.

After I finished eating on my own I heard him yelling at someone in the office upstairs. I slowly went upstairs and saw Sherlock arguing with Watson. "I TOLD YOU! I DID NOT WANT ANY OF THIS FOR ONE REASON! YOU KNOW I GET TO ATTACHED TO WOMEN! ONCE MY JOB IS DONE THEY JUST GO!" He had the expression of pure anger on his face. "THIS IS GOOD FOR YOU HOLMES! ITS TEACHING YOU TO BE MORE RESPECTFUL! BESIDES! SHE WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU HAD A PANIC ATTACK!" Watson shouted back. "I DON'T CARE IF SHE DID! SHE WILL JUST LEAVE LIKE THE OTHER WOMEN! I START CARING AND HOPING THEY WOULD STAY THEN THEY GO AND BREAK MY HEART! SHE IS JUST ANOTHER WOMAN THAT DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME OR YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT!?" Sherlock threw books onto the floor out of anger. "LISTEN HERE! I KNOW SHE IS DIFFERENT! JUST GO AND LOOK AT HER!" Watson tried to keep his composer. "NO! I WONT GO LOOK AT THAT PROSTITUTE!" That nailed me right in the heart. He glanced at the door and I creaked it open. Watson turned and looked at me. "Am I all that you see me as?" Tears formed im my eyes, "As a prostitute that will break your heart then leave?" Tears started to stream down my face. "N-no..." Sherlock took a step towards me and I took a step back. "I should have known that....that....THAT YOU WERE GOING TO GO BEHIND MY BACK AND SAY THINGS THAT WOULD STAB ME IN THE HEART!" I shouted then ran to my room. "[f/e]-[f/n]! W-Wait..." He reached out and Watson punched him in the face. "SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?" He pointed to the hall. Sherlock shook the hit off and walked to my room. "[f/n]?" He asked behind the door. "Go away..." I cried into a pillow. "P-please...I-" "GO AWAY!" I shouted and it was silent for a few minutes. My heart had shattered. I looked at the door and sat up. "Hes still there...." I whispered as I looked at the shadow under the door. "Sorry about Sherlock." I was caught of guard by Watsons voice. "You may come in Watson." I sat on the edge of the bed. He opened the door and walked in. "He just doesn't want to be hurt again [f/n]." I looked up at him as he ran a hand through his blond hair, "He likes you [f/n] so he is trying to keep himself from getting to attached by saying whatever he can to pull him away from you." I blinked and I was shocked that Sherlock would do that.

~To Be continued~