Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Don't Leave Again

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Sherlock pulled away from me gently, getting off the bed as Tom began to regain consciousness.

He punched him repetitively, but there was something strange. Tom's face reacted to the punches like he had plastic surgery.

What if...

Just as I was beginning to piece things together, I heard Tom calling my name.

"Y/N!" He came, bursting through the door, out of breath.

Sherlock stared at him, appalled.

"What? I don't understand...how is this...how is this possible...?" Sherlock blinked repetitively.

"Oh, darling are you alright?" Tom said, not noticing the other Tom that Sherlock had been punching, as he made his way over to me.

I stared at him in horror, before he attempted to place a hand on my back.

"Stop. Don't touch her." Sherlock said loudly.

Tom backed away with his hands up, a very confused look on his face.

"Sherlock, what's going on? Who's that on the floor----oh my..." Tom's eyes widened.

"I know." Sherlock said, standing up.

"Dude, why does he look like me? That's kind of creepy." Tom said, continuing to stare at the other Tom that was on the floor.

Sherlock shrugged and stared at the other Tom that was on the floor.

"The v-voice mimick...it's him...the one from the roadtrip." I said quietly placing a hand on my forehead.

"Oh, yes of course! Obvious. It's only a matter of time before the police discover that the mimick and the surgeon have escaped prison." Sherlock said, before handcuffing the man on the floor.

I stared at the real Tom and he stared back sadly.

"What did he do to you...?" Tom asked quietly.

"N-Nothing." I answer quickly.

"Oh, Y/N. I'm so sorry..." He sighed.

"You don't need to apoligize...you did nothing wrong." I tell him.

Sherlock calls Lestrade to come over, as Tom sits on the bed with me.

"Are you afraid of me now?" He asks, softly, his eyes showing worry and sadness.

"No, of course not..." I smile.

"Don't lie." He tells me.

"I'm not." I say.

"Okay..." He nods slowly.

"After this...we should go get some icecream...I think I've got my appetite back." I rub my tummy.

He smiles a goofy smile, and Sherlock hangs up the phone.

"Lestrade should be here...in a few minutes, or so..." He says awkwardly.

We nod.

"I should be...going then." He says, making his way to the door.

"Wait." Tom says.

"What?" He stops.

"Y/N says she's got a sudden craving for icecream. We should all go. Maybe you two can sort things out there too." He says.

"I'm sure she wants me to leave." Sherlock sighs.

Tom turns his head and looks at me.

"No...don't leave me again..." I say quietly.