SHERLOCK STRANGE IMAGINE

IT'S FOR CASE! [S.H]

“But I didn’t use them (Y/N)! So, what is the problem?!” Sherlock nearly shouted at you as he tried to take a grip onto the bag you held in your hands but you quickly stepped away from him.

“We talked about this Sherlock!” you reasoned with him. “I thought you got away from these.” you shook the bag lightly.

“It’s for a Case (Y/N)! You wouldn’t understand anyway.” he fired back, with fury in your eyes you grabbed your coat, not letting the bag you held in your hands go.

“This Case can’t be important enough to risk you very own health! Damn it Sherlock! On more overdose and this could be your end!” you argued pulling the door open harshly.

“Where are you going?” he asked panicked, but you weren’t sure if he feared that you leave or that the bag with whatever drugs he mixed together was gone from his eyesight.

“Tell me, oh brilliant Mastermind.” you sarcastically spat before you slammed the door shot, leaving Sherlock alone with his thoughts.

-

After Molly once told him that the next time it would be his end when he didn’t stop with the drugs, you were totally worried.

Sherlock had promised you to look after himself and you had trusted him, even helped him with his problem. Telling him he didn’t need those chemicals to be genius.

But when you found this bag it shattered your entire world you had build up for the past few months. You were scared of losing him, but he didn’t care about him or your feelings.

It made you furious. He should be smart enough to realize that but apparently, he was not as smart as he always declared he was.

Texting John and quickly telling what had happened you made your way to the Thames to quickly get rid of the white powder.

After it was out of your sight, you received a response from John telling that he was on his way to Baker Street and asked if Sherlock was alone which you simply replayed with a yes.

Than not long after you had sent the text John called you. With a sigh you accepted the call.

“You left Sherlock alone in the flat after you found drugs in the kitchen?” no greeting came from the blond on the other hand and with a risen eyebrow you nodded.

“I needed to get this far away from him as possible. He is not a child John; I’ll be on my way back.” he assured him but a sigh came from the other end. 

“You guys need therapy. Both of you. I’ll you say at Baker Street.” with that he hung up without any goodbye and with a sigh from your side you put back your phone into your jacket pocket and walked back home. John wasn’t there when you entered the flat and Sherlock was nowhere in sight either. Confused and worried you looked around.

“I swear to heaven this man is the death of me.” you muttered under your breath as you hang up your coat to look around.

“Sherlock? Are there?” no response came.

“Sherlock please, I know we fight a lot recently but let us talk this out like adults and stop fight like children.” you tried again and this time something shut up from behind Sherlocks armchair.

You squeaked in surprise only to realize that Sherlock looked up at you, his dark curls a total mess, his shirt half way loose and his blue eyes bloodshot.

“Sherlock,” you gritted your teeth. “How high are you right now?” you asked him feeling the anger raising in your veins again. Of course, he had another secret stake somewhere hidden in the flat.

“No, (Y/N).” he said raising a finger at you. “It is called ‘How are you’.” you facepalmed at him. Whatever he had taken, he was completely out of his mind.

With a sigh you went up to him to help him from the floor. Wobblily he stood on his feet and just in case that he may fall you steadied him until he stood almost upright again.

“What did you take this time?” you tried again and for a moment he squinted his eyes probably to think about your words.

“I drank tea.” he said after a moment. “But…it tasted weird.” he stated after you gave him ‘are you serious’ look.

“You put something of the stuff I threw away into the tea before I found it, didn’t you?” you rhetorically asked him and he nodded, his curls bouncing with the movement.

“You absolute stupid idiot.” you sighed as you dragged him into the general direction of your shared bedroom.

“But…(Y/N)…I am you absolute stupid Idiot right?” he asked childishly as he stumbled to the bedroom.

You kept silent, you wouldn’t give in that easily. In his clouded mind he wasn’t thinking straight right now.

A pout came from his lips as he clumsily sat on the bed.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” he than said after a while of silence between you two.

“But you did Sherlock. You broke your promise.” you desperately wanted to get out of the room and let him sleep over it, hoping that in the next morning he was thinking more clearly.

“Behind my stack of body parts in the fridge is another pack.” he mumbled while you opened the door. You didn’t turn around.
“Get rid of it, I swear that this is the last bag in the flat.”

“And why are you telling me this now?” you questioned still with your back turned to him.

“I don’t like the look of disappointment on your face when we fight.” he explained before he closed his eyes and seconds later drifted of to sleep.

“My absolute stupid Idiot.” you shook your head with a faint smile before you closed the door behind you.

Maybe it were the drugs talking but he thought about what he just said at some point at your relationship. Something like this doesn’t come up from nothing.

Yes, you would try your best to help Sherlock, because you loved him. Because the world needs Sherlock Holmes, as well as you do.