Sherlock x Reader Never Hurt You (SEQUEl)

-Finale-

My coma felt like it was almost over, I could move my hand a bit now and almost open my eyes, and I could hear more clearly. Today was the day. I felt it deep inside my chest that today I'd wake up and everything would be alright.. Moriarty and Charles are in prison, Sherlock says he wants to marry me, my troubles have ended for now.. With this I breathed in, and opened my eyes. Sherlock pretty much leapt across the room to my side.
"Y/N, can you hear me?" He demanded. I nodded weakly.
"Good... I can never lose you again, I thought you were dead for the past couple years but you... You're okay..." He whispered. I smiled sadly at him, letting a few tears roll down my pale face. He squeezed my hand and smiled.
"I'm.. Okay.." I smiled up at him, my voice was scratchy and dry, from the lack of usage. He told me all about how John and Mary had a baby, and all the cases he went on. Sherlock didn't change, he still loved his work. I laughed and smiled with every sentence.
"Do you remember being kidnapped?" John asked as he walked in with Sherlock's lunch.
"No, not at all actually. I have false memories.." I told them. Sherlock's expression grew more serious.
"Of what?" His gaze pierced my own.
"You died.." I whispered, shivering as I relived the horrible visions.
"Oh." Was all Sherlock said. John gave me a patient smile. I told them everything, all my memories, and what happened when I woke up. I explained when I was in the tank. When I finished the room was dead silent, Sherlock was staring at me, his eyes were burning with hatred once again.
"I'm just glad I'm alive.." I smiled solemnly at them.
"As are we.." Sherlock muttered.
"Come on Y/N, the doctor said you can go home tonight, let's get you packed up." John smiled warmly and began helping pack my stuff. I thanked him and attempted to stand. I swayed and fell against Sherlock's chest. He wrapped an arm around me protectively. I blushed and smiled up at him. "Be careful." He chuckled. He held my hand as we crossed the room and grabbed our stuff.

The taxi ride home was comforting, I hadn't seen the real London streets in a very long time. We passed the Scotland Yard, Lestrade was standing outside yelling at someone on his phone. I chuckled and kept watching out the window as we drove. We pulled up to the flat, Mrs.Hudson dashed out the door and enveloped me in a tight hug.
"Oh dear! I'm so glad you're alright!" She gave a cheerful squeal and lead me inside. "Now that you're home you can keep that Sherlock of yours from shooting my poor walls!" She exclaimed. I laughed and nodded.
"I will definitely do that!" I smiled and trudged up the stairs to our flat. Sherlock followed in behind. Mary had just arrived as well, we all went up the stairs and into the flat. I opened the door.
"Surprise!" A group of people jumped out of the shadows. I screamed a little before laughing like a child. A "Welcome Home" sign hung from the ceiling.
"Mary thought it would be nice." Sherlock explained darkly. He obviously didn't like people messing around in his flat. I laughed and punched his shoulder.
"Have some fun Sherlock." I smirked and walked over to socialize. Lestrade arrived late and welcomed me home. Molly, Kira, the lady from the diner named Lucy was there as well. I was happy to see people who stayed close to me throughout the past few years. Sherlock remained reserved to his violin.
"Oh I wish I would have known, I wouldn't be in sweat pants and a sweater!" I laughed to Kira, who was wearing a lovely blue dress.
"You look fine!" Kira chuckled and smiled brightly. A toddler made his way into the room.
"He's getting so big!" I gasped, remembering the tiny child I had once met.
"He is isn't he?" Kira smiled warmly, and proceeded to scoop her child up into her arms and walk to the next room. I sighed and glanced around the flat. Not much had changed, but it was still overwhelming.
"How are you feeling Y/N?" John approached me.
"A little overwhelmed to be honest." I gave him a tight smile.
"That's understandable, Sherlock just stepped outside of you want to go see him!" John told me, I nodded and strode out the door. Sherlock was at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes turned up to me, a cold glint shone in them. I gulped, and slowly made my way to his side.
"Are you alright?" I asked quietly.
"I'm fine." He growled. He didn't look at me. A sharp piercing pain spread through my heart, not from the drugs, but from emotion. I put a hand gently on his shoulder.
"Sherlock... Don't lie to me.." I whispered. He hesitated, and then finally he turned his head and looked me in the eyes.
"I should have spent more time searching for you..." Sherlock muttered.
"What?"
"I gave up after a month, I went back to doing cases.." He admitted. It stung, but I didn't know what else to expect.
"Oh.. Sherlock that's not important anymore, the only thing that's important now is that we're together!" I put my hand on his. He tensed for a moment but quickly relaxed.
"Y/N you must understand I do not carry the same emotions you do, I am a sociopath and I don't feel guilt, remorse, regret," He paused. "or love.." He finished. I stared at him in utter confusion.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that until I met you I've felt nothing of the sort. You make me feel, and I don't understand it." Sherlock growled in frustration.
"You don't have to understand it.."
"This isn't like space Y/N, this is a physical thing I am feeling!" He snapped. I stared at him.
"Snap out of that this instant." I commanded.
"What-" I cut him off before he could continue.
"I did not fight for my life in a hospital bed, for you, to come home and hear that you aren't sure loving me is a good idea. Just because you have a weakness doesn't mean you need to throw it away. Every single damn person on this planet has a weakness, so grow up. I fought for you, and now i don't care if it's selfish to expect you to do the same for me. You are not alone. You are not better off alone either, you are better with people who care about you Sherlock! So grow the hell up!" I shouted, before storming up the stairs and back into the flat. Everyone fell silent, their gazes burned into my skin. I didn't make eye contact, I just continued walking before entering my room. I sat down on the bed and stared at the wall, I must have stayed that way for a good 30 minutes. I heard John pace outside the door a few times, but then he left and probably went to find Sherlock. As time reached 35 minutes there was a knock on the door. I lifted my stare from the wall and turned it to the door, standing slowly, and moving towards it. I opened it, a small bouquet of flowers lay at my feet, with a small note that read "I'm sorry". I lifted it off the ground and smiled slightly. Sherlock was standing on the other side of the room, watching patiently. I retreated into my bedroom and placed it on the bed, before slowly creeping out the door again. He was still there. His face was different, it was warm and welcoming, but only to me. I noticed everyone else had left. I slowly began to cross the room, my movements stiff. I reached Sherlock, he extended a hand to me, and I took it. He turned to our stereo and pressed play, a lovely instrumental tune started playing. He wrapped his arm around my back and smiled.
"Have you practiced your waltzing any?" He asked. I laughed a bit. He took the lead, and we waltzed around our living room. He rested his forehead against mine.
"Thank you for the flowers." I whispered to him.
"I had John pick them out. I am not good at that, but it was my idea." Pride shone in his eyes. I laughed a bit and nodded.
"I kind of thought that was the case." I hardly even noticed we were still dancing, it felt perfect.
"Do you wish to marry me?" Sherlock asked suddenly. I met his gaze.
"Yes of course, there's no one else in the world I'd rather spend my life with." I smiled. He gave a tight smile.
"Then we shall be married." Sherlock nodded. This felt right. For once all the chaos had ended, and a warm comfortable feeling arose. I couldn't help the happiness bubbling in my chest, it came without warning. We waltzed until the end of the song and then stepped apart. His grip remained on my hand, his eyes peering into my own.
"Will you do me the honour of being my wife?" He began. I realized we were doing the wedding right here, but it honestly wasn't too surprising, Sherlock hated weddings.
"I do. And will you do me the honour of being my husband?"
I smiled goofily at him. He chuckled.
"Of course."
"I now pronounce us, partners in solving crime." I laughed a bit at the end. We clinked our champain glasses together.
Forever we will be,
Partners in solving crime.

That's it everyone, this is the final chapter, and I believe this will be the final book as well ;-; I had so much fun writing this story and I really hope you enjoyed it! If you'd like to see some of my other work let me know what fanfictions I should write, or check out my new fiction novel Aura: Behind Red Eyes!
Thank you so much for reading
-Aura <3