The Woman In Mask (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

Night Time

It was late at night when Lucia had finally managed to leave the manor. It wasn't easy to go outside without causing the alarms get activated. She knew Regan was quite paranoid about the security. There were cameras everywhere in the manor. However, cameras weren't the only problem. Regan had set up so many laser traps that even Lucia couldn't count them. But luckily, she knew one of the few clean escape ways so she used the dungeon door which was located on the right wing.

The weather was cold. The wind was blowing harshly in the middle of the night. The scenery above her was breathtaking. The stars were shining with all their mights. But Lucia wasn't in a mood to enjoy this whole beauty.
She was worried. She knew things were going to get so much worse. She had an uneasy feeling inside her since the explosion. Regan might had been a genious however, Lucia had more experience in life than Regan had. She was against to this deal from the very beginning, knowing it was going to cost them too much. However she couldn't stop her ambitious niece from making a deal with the devil.
And now they had another different problem:That dedective.

Lucia had seen the pure geniousity in his eyes in the first time she had seen him. He was dangerous for Regan. He could have destroyed everything Regan had tried so hard to bulit up.
Apart from all of this, she had seen the way Regan looked at him.
Regan wasn't an ordinary woman. She was exceptional. She wouldn't fall in love with any random man. He must had been exceptional and extraordinary too, to make her in love with himself. And Lucia's worries were confirmed only today when she saw the dedective and her niece kissing each other that much passionately.
She wasn't oppose to love. She would support it normally. But in this case, love meant defect. Furthermore, she couldn't understand wether the dedective really in love with her or just using her to get the stone. Or was it the opposite? Either way, this chemistry between the two wasn't any good.

She had reached the abondened factory. She got inside and walked through the old elevator. She pull the door and got in.
The upstairs was completely different from the downstairs. It was designed as an office. There was a one enormous window with black curtains at the very back of the room. A huge oak writing desk was placed just in front of the window and the walls in the office were all covered with bookcases.
And there was a man, sitting on the table, his back was turned to her.
"I hope you have some good news."an Irish accent was heard.
"Depends."she murmured walking towards the one of the armchairs located in front of the writing desk.
"The plan has changed."he spoke, turning to her. "I want it now."
"Isn't it too soon?"she inquired.
"He has a congress to attend in Switzerland on Friday. He doesn't want to miss it."
Lucia sighed.
"Well, what an important reason."she said sarcastically.
"It's none of your business. Now tell me, how is he doing?"he asked. She leaned backwards.
"He is fine. He is prefectly fine."
"Does he know anything about the stone?"
"I'm not sure but I think he does. He didn't have any escaping attempts so far. I can assure you he is after the stone."
"Good."he smirked.
"What will happen next then? Why did you call me?"she asked.
"Why are you worried?"
"Because I don't want any harm  to come to her."
"Aunty Lucia, what a concerned relative you are? I wonder does she know what you are planning actually."he said threateningly.
"Watch your words. How dare you threaten me?!"she said gritting her teeth.
"And who do you think you are? Remember that I am the one in charge."he spoke, still smiling.
"I think that's enough. Come to the point."she said, uncomfortably moving in her seat, pretty much avare of the fact that he could do anything right now.
"I want the stone. Tomorrow at midnight, here. Tell her not to bring her dedective dog."he demanded.
"Give me an insurance that you are not going to harm her."
He looked at her for a moment with piercing eyes which made her more uncomfortable. He, than grinned.
"You may leave."
She didn't move. She kept looking at his dark face.
"First assure me."
"You.May. Leave."his tone was darker and it made her unwillingly obey.
"I will make you pay for this, you know?"she threatened before she left the office.
He smiled again.
"Of course you will."
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Regan gave the glass of red wine to him and took a seat next to him.
"I need to go back."he spoke, watching the woods burn in the fireplace.
"So?"she said recklessly.
He took a sip from his wine and slowly turned to her. She was wearing her silk dark red gown. Her hair was opened. Her beautiful, blood coloured hair.
Sherlock tried to focus on the subject.
"It's not wise to keep me here any longer. You know I am being searched everywhere."
She smirked and took her glass.
"Let this be my concern."
He raised a single eyebrow and focused his gaze on her piercing eyes.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"she asked as if she didn't know what he was talking about.
"First you tried to get my attention. Then you came to me for help. Then you explode me. Then you saved my life. And now, you are keeping me here in your manor. What for? To sort out a resolution for you to clean your name? But beyond that, what are you up to? Surely the destiny stone's value wasn't an enough reason for you to risk your position"he spoke in one breath.
"Maybe. There are things which should remain in secret. And those secrets are strong enough to destroy the world."
"Such as?"
"Tell me, why haven't you tried to escape?"she changed the subject. He wasn't expecting this question.
"I need answers."he replied.
"Oh answers. I see. The answers that you are never going to get."she said deridingly.
"You are not alone in this game."he spoke suddenly. Her face turned to white.
"Who is it?"he asked again.
"Enough."in just a second her whole body went ghostly pale.
"No. Not enough. You pulled me through this. I need answers or I can't help you."
"I don't need help!"she yelled throwing the glass through the floor.
Sherlock was astounded. He wasn't expecting her to react in such a way. He leaned forwards to reach her hand.
Surprisingly she didn't react. Her eyes were fixed on the shards on the floor.
"I have a deal with the devil."she whispered. A pure desperation and hollowness could be heard in her voice.
He moved to her side.
"I can help you."he said softly.
"You can't."
"You don't know what I am capable to do. Let me help you."
She slowly turned to him.
"Why would you help me?"
"Because you wanted me to."
She shook her head.
"I want to know the truth."
He didn't say anything for a moment. As if it was the most difficult question in the world.
"I know you Sherlock. I've seen what's inside you. You are not a man with ethics and morals. You wouldn't help any person unless it's someone you care about. Why do you care about me?"her voice cracked.
"Why did you save my life?"
"Answer me first."
"No you answer me."
Both looked at each other, waited for an answer.
"I just couldn't leave you there. I didn't want you to die. Because I fell in love with you."she whispered. Her voice could barely heard. She wasn't looking at him, hiding her face to not to make an eye contact with him.
"And because I care about you too."
With that, he softly touched her chin. He looked at her eyes. He had never seen someone that desperate before in his life. Someone defeated. Someone broken. Someone who needed help.
He had lost his control over his heart compeletly now the moment she plastered her lips to his, passionately.
And the kiss deepened, deepened and deepened. They just couldn't stop themselves. And in one moment, her silk dress and robe was on the floor as their kiss deepened through the whole night...
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