— I won't save you, Sherlock.
She stood.
— This time, I won't, — I continued, screaming at myself in my mind.
She turned to me and started staring in my eyes. Sherlock did this very rarely, because she hated eye contact, it always made her uncomfortable. But now she was looking at me and something slightly changed in her sight. Rain fell down, and her curly black hair were wer, but water didn't change it's structure. Something in her icy-blue eyes was screaming and crying, but she didn't say anything. She was just looking at me and rain was falling on us. Thankfully we were absolutely alone on the street, because we were the only two "weirdos" who could walk out of their homes in such weather.
— I can't do it anymore, Sherlock, you disappear all the time, and I have to save you. I can't. I'm going crazy because I have no idea where you might be at the moment, that you may be in danger and I simply cannot save you. But today I refuse. I refuse to do it, Sherlock. We either go together or you go all by yourself and I won't save you.
I was shocked by the fact that I finally said those words, that have been hiding inside of me for so long.
Sherlock closed her eyes and slightly nodded. If I didn't know her I would assume that she was one step away from bursting into tears. But rain was hiding it.
She turned away and walked into the rain.
I was standing in the middle of Baker Street. I don't know how many time did pass from the moment when Sherlock went away. I suddenly heard fast knocking of small, pink heels.
— Darling, what the hell are you doing here? — I've heard the voice of mrs Hudson.
I couldn't move. I just stood still while she was fussing near me, jabbering.
— What's the matter, honey? — she looked at me worried.
— Sherlock's gone.
— Rubbish, dear, rubbish! She's always disappearing, don't you worry, she's always back! — she said with unshakable confidence.
— No, mrs Hudson, Sherlock's gone forever.
She frowned.
— Don't be silly, how can she be gone forever, where she will live?
I started crying.
I remember very badly what happened next. Sherlock once told me that our brain erases traumatic and sad events in order to prevent madness. Probably my brain did such joke this time.
A couple of days passed. I was sitting near the window and trying to erase all by memories that included Sherlock. I was a step away of once again getting addicted to painkillers, and I have bitten my lips in order to keep my mind on something more real, than the memories about the most famous detective in Britain.
— Johanne! — I've heard a scream from the kitchen.
I ignored it. But then the scream repeated.
I made myself stand up and try to walk out of my room and head to the kitchen.
Mrs Hudson was sitting on the kitchen table. In one hand she was holding a yellow cup, and in the other one — a mobile phone.
— It's Gregorie, — she whispered, looking at me. She seemed really worried.
— I'm not home, — I answered.
And then mrs Hudson said the thing, after which I couldn't refuse to take the phone.
— Sherlock. — She said
She passed me the phone. My hands were shaking. Sherlock. Sherlock. Sherlock.
I've heard a slightly husky voice of officer Gregorie Lesrade:
— Watson? — she had a habit of calling everyone by their last names. Honestly, I didn't mind. — We have found Holmes.
I staggered.
— What do you mean found??
— Don't worry she's alive, but we need you.
— Why?
— I can't explain such things via phone, Holmes has too much enemies. Drive here, we're near the North lake, not far from the city, if you want you can put your phone on the speakerphone and I will guide you there.
— Okay, — I said while putting on a coat and a knitted hat, which always made Sherlock laugh. Sherlock needs my help.
A half hour later I was standing near the lake which was already frozen. And I saw Sherlock! I couldn't mistake her with anyone. As far as I could see, she was lying on thin ice in the middle of the lake. She was dressed in her coat.
— What?
— You see, Holmes is lying in the middle of that lake. She is probably injured and can't move. We can't get her out of there, firstly because we are not any kind of medical professionals. But now, since you're here, I can get her out of there, and you will help her as soon as possible.
— The ice is very thin, Gregorie. I won't let you go there, you will simply sink. I will do it.
— No way, we can't risk a life of a civilian attire.
— Well I can, — I said and ran into the thin ice.
Before Gregorie realized it, I was too far away. She couldn't use a stun gun, because I would fall down.
I don't know how many minutes, hours, days or even years has passed before I crawled to Sherlock. Her hair was messy, her sleeve was covered with blood, she was clearly injured. I couldn't figure out if she was in continence, so I started nervously shaking her other hand.
Sherlock opened her eyes. Her pupils were expanded and her eyes seemed extremely dark blue.
— Hello, Watson, — she said. — You lied.
— What?
— You saved me.
A couple of hours later.
— Why did you do it? — Sherlock asked, sipping black tea.
— Because... Oh does it matter? Because you became a way too important part of my life, you, mysterious silly.
Sherlock laughed. I did the same.
