Sherlock Holmes Oneshots

Just a change

Sum up : Our lives are ruled by choices or little time laps. One change and you could end up a total different person. What would happen if you changed one thing in your story with Sherlock ? 

Words count : 3,9k 

Warnings : mentionning of death/murder, forceful marriage

I met Sherlock during a spring afternoon. I remember it quite precisely because we decided to get married on the exact same day that we've met.

I was looking for a book in a library. I wanted to get my mind off things, in a few days, I had my introduction in the noble society. I took the book I wanted and turned around, ready to walk to the librarian and buy it. But I don't have the time to make a step that I stop, almost bumping into the trolley full of book of another librarian. I excuse myself and continue my way. I stop a foot away from the desk, there is two waiting files, I lean against the column of wood waiting. "'Les Trois Mousquetaires'?" I smile a bit, the voice belongs to the man waiting on the other file, on the other side of the column. He keeps staring in front of him in amusement and I do too. "Yes, why asking?" "I don't know, maybe you could be an undercover, a vigilante we can cross in town." "Shhuushh. You'll blow my cover." I smirk a bit, hoping he'll tag along. "Oh, so I discovered your secret?" "Yes, I am followed by the police." "Then I should recommend you to flee in New York. Best city to hide." I smile gently at his response. We keep looking ahead. "Sherlock." "Y/N." It's like a scene taken from a romance book. The charm is broken when a librarian calls my secret keeper at her desk. I'm still smiling like an idiot. How could I not? I'm just seventeen, with dreams of encounters like this. He seems close to the same age as me, even a year older. I buy my book. Him and I seem to finish our purchase at the same time. We get out and it has started raining violently, I try to cover my head a bit and we both laugh. "May I talk to you about your heroic adventures around a cup of tea?" "I would love to, Sherlock." "Then shall we, Y/N." And we ran towards the closest coffee shop.

Ever since that moment we became inseparable. But sometimes... I ask myself if things might've been different, if I just changed one bit of the story... Who would I be today ?

I was looking for a book in a library. I wanted to get my mind off things, in a few days, I had my introduction in the noble society. I took the book I wanted and turned around, ready to walk to the librarian and buy it. But I don't have the time to make a step that I bump into the trolley full of book of another librarian. I excuse myself and pick the book that had fallen. I apologise once more and continue my way. I see there are two files, the man on the second file is being called just when I arrive at a foot away from the desk, I lean against the column of wood waiting. I buy my book, it's raining outside, I sigh deeply. I see a man covering himself as much as he can with his book and starting to run left. I get out and do the same thing, except I go right, I need to be back home soon.

I sat back home, almost completely drenched as I read my book. It was marvellous and it made me forget how dull my life was. My feet were hurting from the inhuman amount of dance classes I took last week to be prepared to my introduction. My mother entered the room, looking as if an angel had told her she would go to heaven. "Hello mother, what might bring you here? " You frowned at her delightful stance. "I have wonderful news. The night of your introduction, we will present you to your fiancé !"

I paled. My fiancé? I was just seventeen! "W-What ?" My mother saw my pale face and rushed to me. "Oh, don't worry dear. He's a very nice young man, about to hit his twenties." I shake my head. "I don't care about that. I'm only seventeen! I don't want a wedding, a husband, or anything like that." I complained, getting up. My mother frowned, getting angry at my response. "Young lady, I will not allow you to speak to me in that way! We already talked about that.", she says sternly. "I don't want a husband! Why can't you understand that!" She cuts me off, I feel a stinging pain on my left cheek. She slapped me. I hold my red cheek in my hand; looking at her disbelief, tears brimming in my eyes. I feel betrayed.