Always & Forever (Sherlock Holmes)

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I awoke to a slap to the cheek. It made the side of my face burn and go red. "Where is the necklace" one of the three men said. "I would rather die than tell you where it is you cunt" I spat at him. Obviously, he didn't like my answer very much as it was response was a punch to the face. I could feel blood run down from my nose and I knew I had a cut lip. In all honesty his punch wasn't very strong, well I didn't think so at least. I thought it would hurt more if I'm being truthful. " enough games girl, where is my necklace?!" He pulled out a blade and traced it down my face, cutting my cheek a little.

"Oh poor you. What a worthless thief you are if you can't even take what you've stolen" I said in a mocking voice. He was getting angrier by the second and I don't know how much longer it will take for him to break and just kill me. I've never truely been afraid of death all though it could just be because it is not something I often think about. Without a second to process what is happing he thrusts the blade down into my thigh, ripping my dress in the process. I grunt out in pain, but I refuse to cry or scream. I don't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing me in pain so I do what any other person would do. I laugh. A full blown throw your head back type of laugh. When I compose myself he's looking at me weird. I can't tell the emotion that is displayed upon his face. Surprise? Maybe even fear perhaps. Whatever it is, it is gone within a minute. "Let me tell you something mate, whatever it is your planning on doing I would do it quick because I have someone coming for me right this second and you don't want to get on his bad side" The man retreats from my face a little.

There is some loud banging outside the door. The men in the room all notice this. Some of them even look like they're about to shit their pants. "Go see what all that bloody commotion is about. NOW!" The man yells. Everyone apart from the guy I can only assume is the boss Scurry out of the room and into the hallway. "You better hope whoever it is gets the best of my men or I'm going to let them have fun with you when they get back missy" he says getting closer to my face and all I can't think is , man this dudes breath stinks. There is still shouting and banging going on out in the hall and the knife is still stuck in thigh. Which is probably a good thing, I don't really want to die of blood loss. If I'm going to die it's got to be because of something cool not just a stupid knife in my leg.

Not long after all the noise stops and it becomes eerily silent. The only sound that can be heard is my hard breathing. The door opens and would you believe it, there is Sherlock standing there. I breath out a sigh of relief once I see him. "Let her go" Sherlock says in a unsettling calm voice. He has a gun pointed towards the man. " you can have her back once I know where the necklace is" the man states and I can feel the cold metal of a gun pushing against my head. Sherlock notices this. " we don't have it anymore, it has been turned into the police for inspection" Sherlock lies smoothly.

"Hmm. Well I suppose I don't have any more use for the girl then" he cocks his gun and I close my eyes tightly. But before he can pull the trigger something catches his eye and momentarily distracts him. This was enough time for Sherlock to pull the trigger of his own and and the man falls to the floor. Sherlock come up to me and I slump by body into him. He pulls me up off the ground and keeps his arm tightly wrapped around my waist. " let's get you home and cleaned up, yeah?" I weakly nod my head in response.

We walk out of the run down building and start heading towards the school which has my apartment above it. Sherlock's hand never leaving my waist as we walk. Upon reaching the school he walks me up the stairs and into my room. He sits me down on a  chair carefully and leans down to inspect my leg. "I'm going to have to take out the knife and stitch you up okay?" He asks me. I can't get any words to form out of my mouth so I can only nod in response instead. He pulls it out and immediately being to clean and stitch it up. I let out a few winces and grunts as he does this. And every time I make a sound he looks up to see if I'm ok.

Once he is done he goes into my bathroom. Sherlock comes out a while later "your bath is full for you to clean up" I weakly smile in response and stumble over to my bathroom closing the door.

After a few minutes I'm out again all cleaned up and in my night gown. To my surprise Sherlock is there waiting for me to be done. Once he notices me he gets up and begins to walk to the front door. But before he can even grasp the handle I catch his wrist and he turns around to face me. " stay please, I don't want to be alone" his eyes visibly softens and he mummers a soft ok. We make our way to my bed and lay down. At first we are not touching and on other sides of the bed. Both just looking at each other. "Come here" he says in a almost whisper. So I scot over and he drapes a arm around my waist and I lie my head on his chest. The only sounds in the room is our breathing and hearing his heartbeat make me feel safe. My eyes being to drop but before I am fully asleep I can feel him press his lips to my forehead. And then I drift off.