Sherlock x Reader Never Hurt You (SEQUEl)

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The next few days were more quiet, me and Sherlock hardly spoke, he'd always begin the conversation in the off chance we did talk.
"Y/N?" Sherlock knocked on my bedroom door.
"Come in." I kept going over the bills as he entered.
"You're really not going to talk to me?" He sat down on my bed.
"Sherlock, I thought you were dead..." I shot him a glare and went back to going over the bills.
"I know and I'm sorry.." I felt his gaze burning into my back.
"Sorry doesn't bring back the two years we lost, and my job.." I snapped.
"Lestraude can give you your job back.." Sherlock murmured.
"Oh yes, he'll be so happy to give a position to a drunk, who threw her computer through a window because she was so upset from losing the man she loved!" I shouted. Sherlock winced and sighed.
"What I did is unforgivable.." Sherlock murmured.
"Is it!?" I yelled.
"I can help you get your job back.. How'd you even pay for the flat while I was gone..?" Sherlock asked. I stopped where I was pacing and looked at him.
"I.... I don't know..." I whispered, these thoughts had never entered my mind. Sherlock began circling me.
"Something isn't right is it Y/N? What is it?" Sherlock got closer and stared me directly in the eyes.
"I wasn't paying the bills.. No it isn't right! You never killed yourself.. You never even faked it." I whispered shaking.
"I didn't, you heard that story from John.." Sherlock put his hands on my shoulders.
"Y/N you've been kidnapped, you have been for a while now, they're keeping you so drugged you're imaging why I'm not with you.. But you couldn't keep me out.. You've been missing for two years Y/N.. Not the other way around.." Sherlock explained. I felt my heart rate pick up, I realized this was the first time I've felt my heart beat in a while.
"It's time to wake up.. Before he comes back to get you.."
"But I remember two years ago, I dropped the phone when I heard you were dead!" I cried. Sherlock hugged me.
"You only heard that I was dead because he had you drugged, he planted your worst fear into your mind and then used it to kidnap you.. You were in the flat, he got you then, when the drugs finally kicked in..."
"Moriarty.." I shuddered.
"No... His associate.." Sherlock stared hard at me.
"His associate?" I opened my eyes to darkness, I was in a dingy cell, tied to a chair. I remembered everything from my dream world, I had been drugged.. For two years.. I bent over and vomited the drugs out of my system. I was strapped to the chair, and very week. An IV tube was connected to my arm. I rip off the straps with ease, they just not have expected me to wake up. I pulled the IV out of my arm. Sweat rolled down my face, I didn't know what kind of things they did to me here, but I was scared to find out. I slowly pushed the cell door open and peeked into the hall. No one.. This scared me.. I crept down and to the next door, it lead into a huge open room. I staggered into it, my legs felt like they were melting from my body.
"Ah look who's finally awake.." A voice called from the darkness. I blinked trying to get rid of the blur in my vision.
"M-Moriarty.." I whispered.
"Guess again.." I suddenly realized whose voice that was. A light flashed on just over him...

Charles..

This is short but PLOT TWIST!!