Am I The One That Got Away, Dear Sherlock?

Chapter Fourteen: Who Are You Really Olivia?

Sherlock POV

I just didn't understand. I was so sure of it, I was so sure of her: of her feelings for me.

"Just forget about me, Mr. Holmes. I will never love you."

I know she loves Watson, but on the train when I grabbed her wrist; I was so sure of it. So why was she lying to herself?

As I walked down the hallway to my room, a voice called out to me.

"Holmes!" Why you, you know I want to be alone. I turned to see Watson jogging down the hall to catch up with me. My hands went into my pockets. I tried to look in every direction in the room; no matter what, my eyes were lead back to him.

Was I mad? No, how could I be. He was my best mate, my partner, my brother. I wanted to be happy for him, he finally gotten over Mary; he was finally happy again.

Though there was still my swollen, heavy heart. My best mate marrying the love of my life; the woman I have ever truly loved. Ever since I first laid eyes on her across the market square. She was placed on this world for me and yet she was denying everything we have, what we could have.

"Holmes, are you okay?" Watson waved a hand in front of my face, making me come back to reality, from thinking about Olivia, soon to be, Watson.

I pierced my lips together, giving off a smug look, "Why wouldn't I be, Watson?"

The look he gave me, he knew what I was thinking, "I'm sorry, Holmes."

I covered my mouth; soon a grin came across my face.

"About what? You're marrying your-" I paused, it was like poison in my mouth. I couldn't say it. That for once in my life, I was at a lost for words.

"You really love her that much, don't you?" Watson questioned me. I looked over at him. What could I say to make him feel at ease, that all of this was a lie?

I shook my head and let out a low laugh, "No. I don't, Watson. I was just angry that Moriarty got away, I let my anger get the best of me. I'm sorry if that interfered with your relationship with Olivia. That was my fault and I am sorry. I was out of line."

Watson was quiet, I didn't know if he would believe me or not. It was long shot and hopefully he wouldn't see through it. Watson looked down while rubbing his lips together.

"Alright," He said softly, he looked up to me, "As long as you're ok." He patted my shoulder and gave me a weak smile. He didn't buy it. "See you in the morning, Holmes."

He turned away and walked back down to the hall to be with his fiancée. I turned to my door but just to rest my forehead against it. It shouldn't hurt like this. She is marrying a good man. A man that truly loves her. So why can't I just let it go?

I fumbled with the keys to unlock my door. I went into the room and first thing I did was go to the bathroom to wash my face. The cold water woke me a bit, to help me think clearer but it didn't make it better. All I could think about was Olivia becoming Mrs. Watson. I slammed my fist into the mirror, causing it to shatter. Why couldn't I figure her out?

"It hurts, doesn't it, Shirley." A voice came out from in the room. I quickly went out of the bathroom to look around the room. My eyes grew wide as I saw a figure sitting on my bed.

"You can't be here-" I started to say, my hands were trembling. I slowly brought one up to rub my mouth against. The figure came up from the bed and started to brush loose strains of my hair out of my face.

"How does it feel, to have your heart broken? To have the one you truly love leave you for someone else?" Irene said while looking into my eyes. Her deep green eyes had a hint of mischievous hidden in them. "Surprised to see me?"

I pushed her away, "Why are you here? How are you alive?" My heart was racing; no, not her, it cannot race for her.

She pouted her lip out, "I come all this way to see you and I don't get a kiss?" When she leaned in towards me, I turned my head to the side. She crossed her arms and sat back down onto the bed. "You're serious about her, aren't you?"

I turned back around to face her, grabbing her shoulders, "What do you know about Olivia?" The anger built up in me was beginning to boil. My hands started to squeeze Irene's shoulders tighter and tighter. Irene flinched as my voice was rising, "What does Moriarty know!" I screamed louder.

Irene jerked away from me to behind the wall, to block herself from the door. She crossed her arms and had tears forming in her eyes; she covered her mouth and turned away from me. Before I could ask more about Moriarty and what she knew about Olivia, there was a knock at my door.

I could see why Irene was hiding but from who?

"Olivia!" I was surprised to see her standing in front of me. She was in her robe, covering herself; holding it close.

"Mr. Holmes, I just wanted to see if you were alright." She spoke softly, still not being able to look me in the eye.

I leaned against the door, crossing my arms, "I am fine, Ms. Teller but why is that any concern of yours?" I couldn't help but have a grin come across my face. She looked even more away from me, placing hair behind her ear.

"I was checking up on your hand. If-if it was doing better." She stammered a bit. She turned back towards me and reached for my hand. So little, yet so soft at the touch. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, so calm and such a perfect actress; there was no way she would tell me if she had connections to Moriarty.

"Looks like it will be fine, Mr. Holmes." She let go of my hand. Returning back to her room, not saying another word.

I shut the door just to rest my head against it.

"So you really have forgotten about me, haven't you, Sherlock?" Irene spoke out.

I shut my eyes and pressed my lips together, "What do you know about Olivia? Why does Moriarty want her?"

I felt a hand brushed along my back, and the doorknob turning, "All in good time, Mr. Holmes but looks maybe blinding you." As she whispered into my ear, she opened the door; leaving me in my own thoughts.

Was Olivia just turning out to be another Irene? Was she betraying Watson and I? She's caring and sympathetic; there is no way that Olivia is capable of doing any dirty work with Moriarty.

I snapped out of my thoughts as another knock was at my door. As I opened, I was yet surprised again; Olivia had returned to me.

"John gave me this gel to help treat your cuts." She handed me the green-like gel. I had ahold of her wrist and pulled her into my room, pressing her up against the door. My face was inches away from hers, as I stared into her eyes; she kept trying to look away.

"What are you doing, Mr. Holm-" She let out but I had placed my hand on her cheeks, squeezing them together to make her stop talking. I didn't want to believe Irene, this maybe another mind trick of hers but what if she's right? What if Olivia is working for Moriarty?

The face Olivia was giving me was heart breaking, tears were already forming in her eyes. I can't believe it, but Watson could also be in danger if I let her go. Even though my heart is heavy and this is the woman I love, I'm sorry, Olivia. Please forgive me for what I am about to do to you.

I let out a low growl when getting more into Olivia's face, "What do you know about Moriarty?"

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I am sorry for the let upload! Summer school finally ended, plus we are moving out of my house plus I have to pack everything up to go back to SF! So much panic! But as soon as I get back, I should be on track again.Thank you all for staying with me and giving such positive feed back! Love you all!