Sherlock BBC Imagines

[Sherlock] Unexpected reunion - PART ONE

*Sherlock's POV*

I've been standing there staring at her and that wasn't because of how she looked, as it was obvious how extremely beautiful she actually is. But me seeing her wasn't just surprisingly, it was also extremely curious. It only happened to me in very exceptional cases. I tempted to approach her and finally do what I had been preparing for so much time. Even if there was no such possibility, it wasn't consistent with my principles, to my mind, abilities. But I've been still standing in the background, watching her, a small girl who was talking with the detective inspector Graham Lestrade. He was flirting with her but she's been just smiling politely, sometimes quietly chuckling. I couldn't figure her out, I wondered what was behind the dangerously charming smile. Charming. Erase this word from the palace, I thought. After a moment I looked at a random person. Coffee stain on the jacket, casually scrubbed, unshaven beside ear. Single, lives with his mother. And back at her. Nothing. Emptiness. I missed this thought, this ignorance. She is the one in the million.

"Sherlock" I heard someone behind me and quickly turned away, rejecting thoughts about the girl.

I saw the bride and the groom. Both so happy, in love. It wasn't my common sense. I guess they forgot what they have to say as they had seen (y/n).

"(Y/N)!" Mary screamed with joy. Watson's face lit up. As usual when he saw his younger sister. "Nice to see you".

"You too" (y/n) hugged Mary and then stood in front of John which brought tears in her eyes. "Oh, brother, you do not even know how long I've waited."

John almost started crying, so quickly drew his sister to him. It was an extremely moving moment. Unfortunately I only watched. I didn't understand that, despite the fact that so desperately wanted to know how it feels.

"(y/n)" I said quietly when she had greeted with the happy couple. She glanced in my direction. (y/n)'s brilliant (y/e/c) eyes looked at my face. 

*(y/n)'s POV*

He hadn't changed, and it had been a while since the last time you saw each other. You nodded.

"I'm glad you're alive" you smiled softly at him. You tried to read what he was feeling while chatting with you, or at least trying to relate any contact.

"How was it in America? I heard that you've been in touch with Mycroft" the same calm, bass voice. Unfortunately the words he spoke weren't those for which you've waited.

"Yes indeed, but not the time and place to talk on such topics Sherlock" you cut him off quickly.

Again, hiding in your cocoon, so nobody can catch your thoughts. Between the four of you was growing a dangerous silence when Sherlock looked at Mary and John, and said:

- Go dance better, people have started watching at us.

He seemed to be very sympathetic then. His voice brought a smile on the Watsons' faces and suddenly they drifted toward the dance floor. In contrast, Holmes stepped into the shadows again, heading for the exit. 

*Sherlock's POV*

Some strange emotions begrimed my mind. Something I've never experienced. Something I've been always running away from.

Dressing the coat, I was already in halfway to the exit gate. At some point I heard footsteps on the path, which grew faster with every second.

"Sherlock" it was (y/n). I turned almost immediately. She was wearing a green, long dress. She looked very modestly as she didn't want to stand out. It was a day of John and Mary, not her and... mine.

"I'm sorry Jane, have to come back to London. Cases call" I said dryly and turned away, going forward.

"You leave him alone?" she asked. "Do you really want to leave him again?"

I stopped. (y/n)'s voice rang in my ears. She came up me slowly.

"John needs you. Whether he just got married, he would have a child, or it would be the same as before." There was a moment of silence. She still walked slowly, she seemed to not want to change anything at the moment. "You once left him, abandoned him, jumping from the roof. Have you thought about it then? Have you ever thought what he would feel looking at your dead body?

And again, the silence between the two of us. (y/n) stood behind me, stopping her monolog. 

*(y/n)'s POV*

You wanted to give Sherlock a chance. Another one.

"Yes, (y/n), I've been thinking a lot about it. That's why I did it. I had to, there was no other alternative" he said continuing in the same tone as before. His voice pierced you ruthlessly. "You too, you have left him as far as I remember. You suddenly disappeared and for more than three years you have not given a sign of life?"

He turned to see your eyes. You were much shorter than him, but not intellectually, there was very little to differ between the two of you.

"I did. I called" you said softly, lowering your (e/c) eyes." John answered from time to time, unlike you."

Silence appeared again. It was the only way not to say or do something stupid. The thing which happened three years ago, was and is difficult to describe. Surely for someone like Sherlock Holmes, who didn't understand all the emotions that accompanied it at the time when you, (y/n) Watson had been a frequent guest at 221B Baker Street.

"Do not leave him again" you said quietly " You don't have to answer the phone, just like you did, don't respond to messages or answer the greetings. Please, I only ask you not to leave him. Neither Harry nor I had such a familiarity with him."

You sighed and headed for the bench, standing under a tree beside the path. You sat on it and quivered with cold.

"Do not leave him, when I'll have to do it" you said at last. He knew that behind these words there have to be hidden agenda.

"Are you going back there?" He sat down beside you. He really wanted to say something else, but he couldn't. As usual.

You nodded. You could feel the tears coming in your eyes. You didn't want to leave anyone again, you would rather stay in England and no longer pull the life of a loner.

"Why do you ask me about something you cannot do on your own?" He said calmly. You were unable to detect anything suspicious, though you supposed that Sherlock wanted to say more than this, something he was always scared to express.

"I've never wanted to do it, you know... I really do not want to go back there" you looked at him with the glassy eyes. You didn't want to hide the truth from him anymore. "But I have to go back there and finish something I started a long time ago. It has to be done."

I took a breath. "I came here for John. It is his very special day and I wanted to see his happiness. He's the only person I really looked forward to see again."

He looked at you in surprise. He didn't understand the meaning of your statements, didn't understand what you meant, did not understand you. 

Now is the time, it was the right time. You stood up and Holmes followed you. You pulled away from him and looked into his eyes that resembled water on the coasts of Devon at dawn.

"The thing is much easier to realise for me than for you. Although I still don't know how to explain this thing" you laughed nervously. Sherlock examined your eyes, you knew he couldn't read you and didn't know what you were about to say. But both of you had no idea how this unexpected meeting would influence on your future.

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It's the first part of Sherlock's imagine. I really hope you forgive me my bad grammar and enjoy the story!

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