Fluff & Stuff

•See you again•

Sherlock looked out the window, slowly moving her arm to let the arc swiftly brush over the strings of her violin. It was a Sunday in fall, she was staying in a small place in the rural area. She wanted to get away from it all, she wanted to relax. She deserved it, working so hard for years on end. Then she got emotionally involved, which she tried to avoid at all costs. She regretted it sometimes but then she remembered that during that period, she had felt emotions she hadn't experienced for a long time. It felt nice to unlock those emotions again, but it was also a burden. She couldn't continue working like she used to. Everything reminded her or him and she was constantly reminded that her emotions were unlocked once again. She experienced disgust and fear during her line of work, which she never did before he came along. It was exhausting.

They hadn't contacted each other in so long, Sherlock began to think she lost him to the war. She had left messages and even sent emails to him, but she never received a response. After a few months, Sherlock decided to give up on trying to contact him, thinking he was likely dead. She didn't know what to feel. Well, she didn't feel anything. She kept going to work but she had changed almost completely. She ignored Anderson's comments, her witty and harsh remarks had gone through the window, and she refused to talk to anyone about other things that weren't work. She was quiet, she didn't ask for anything like she usually did. Even though they'd never admit it, everyone missed the old Sherlock.

Lestrade and Mycroft had agreed to let her have a few months off, to see if she would snap out of her trance and become her old self. Mycroft had rented a place for her to stay and she had stayed in it for three months now. He brings her groceries when she informs him she's running out and Mycroft always brings extra supplies just in case.

That Sunday, she had stayed all day inside the small house, playing violin in memory of her lover. She didn't know if he was still alive but she played anyway, a small glimmer of sadness erupting in her when it dawned on her that a year ago, that same day, he had moved away and was called into action. She stayed silent, placing her violin down and sitting by the window. It was raining outside, the atmosphere gloomy and gray.

Just for the occasion, she thought to herself.

She froze when she saw a silhouette in the distance, advancing towards her house. She slowly backed away from the window until she realized it was a group of people, huddled together for warmth while walking quickly. One of them was carrying a body over their shoulder. Sherlock gasped, heading towards the door and swinging it open. She called them in and they hurriedly huddled inside, shaking and dripping wet. The man placed the body on the hardwood polished floor. Sherlock stuttered before going to get a lot of towels from the closet. She hurried back and handed each one a single towel. She knelt by the man on the floor and furrowed her brows at the familiarity. She noticed he was completely soaked unlike them.

"How long has he been out?" Sherlock asked, feeling pity as she saw a small trail of blood running down his eyebrow.

"We don't know. He was already unconscious when we pulled him out." The man that was carrying him said, slightly out of breath. Sherlock nodded. Nonetheless, she checked his pulse and found none, her senses kicking in. She quickly opened up one of the shirts he had on and started performing CPR.

A few minutes later, everyone heard a choked cough, followed by a coughing fit and Sherlock turning the man on his side firmly. Sherlock sighed, sitting back as she saw him calm down and regain his breathing.

One of them spoke up from the front, a man with dark hair who was most likely reaching his late forties. "We went on a road trip and right ahead of us we saw another truck but it was tipped over in the lake." Next him was a lady almost the same age as him with brown hair that was graying slightly at the roots. "We pulled him out of the truck and brought him to the first place we saw which was here. Our car got stuck in the mud so we decided to bring him like this."