Sherlock Imagines

If I was yours

Warning: this involves suicide and may be a trigger for some
Imagine: Thisbe is in love with Sherlock but it doesn't end well.

  "Thisbe, he's gone and did it this time!", John's angry voice blared through her phone's speakers into her ear. "Who did what John? You're not making much sense."
"Sherlock. I just pulled him from a drug den. Meet me in his flat please." "10-4." "Thisbe now is not time for the ten codes in America."

He hung up and she pulled on her black shit-kicker boots, coat that Sherlock had gotten her and his navy blue scarf she  stole from him; which made him have to buy a new one. Once outside, she hailed a cabbie and gave the driver Sherlock's address. She paid him and ran up to Sherlock's flat yelling a greeting to the frazzled Mrs.Hudson. She entered the flat just as John and Sherlock had.

  "You should have left me alone. I was on a case and undercover. You just flushed months down the drain!"
"Sherlock, you were in a drug den! Bloody hell, keep it together or I'm getting you help."

  "Are you boys done with your lover's spat?", Thisbe said as the two men took notice of her. Her heart squeezed at the terrible shape Sherlock let himself get to. She was upset that he wouldn't get help. He'd yell at her it was none of her damn business but she loved him, deeply and truly. She didn't want him to destroy himself.

They both shot her a look, which she ignored. "Sherlock you look like shit. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" "It wasn't for pleasure damn it! Why do you care it's none of your business so stay the bloody hell out of it Thisbe! Now I have a client coming in three hours and as Thisbe lovely pointed out, I'm not in the best shape, so I shall get in the tub. Stay out of my room!"

He went into the bathroom and as soon as the door shut she and John turned to each other, "I got his bedroom you get the living room." She headed to his room to make sure he didn't have any drugs stashed away despite him telling her not too. As she went to open the door it opened itself. On the other side stood Janine in one of Sherlock's shirt and no pants. "Oh hello Thisbe. I was just about to head out to work, would you be a dear and make some coffee?" She wanted to say something but she was too shell-shocked to respond so she turned mechanically and went into the kitchen.

John looked at her and then Janine as she entered the kitchen. While she went about starting the coffee anyway, Thisbe was trying to figure out why the hell she was there. "Where's Sherl?", Janine asked. "Bathroom.", Thisbe said through gritted teeth. Janine didn't notice the hostility in her voice and knocked on the bathroom door. "Got room for me?" She entered and Thisbe could hear them laughing and the splash of her getting in the tub.

The tears finally came as Thisbe couldn't keep her heart from breaking. She quickly wiped them away and steeled her heart away. "Sherlock has a girlfriend? When did that happen? Anyway, Mary needs me to grab some groceries see you later tonight." Before she could respond and ask what he meant he was gone. She sat in the living room on the couch.

Sherlock came out later, fully dressed and sat in his chair as his bedroom door closed. "You're upset." "No, really? No dip Sherlock. But I'm not upset I'm pissed, there's a huge difference! Why do you do this to yourself?"
"You wouldn't understand but my drug usage situation is not what's got you angry."

"Since when did you get a girlfriend? Is that why no one could get ahold of you?"

"Yes I have a girlfriend why is that so hard to believe. She was part of it. Is that why you're upset? Are you jealous?"

" Don't! I am angry because you didn't tell me. I thought I was your friend.", she masked her hurt with anger. Before more could be said, Janine reentered in her work clothes. She sat on Sherlock's lap as he wrapped an arm around her. Thisbe had to fight to keep the tears at bay as her chest tightened in pain. "I'm leaving but just wanted to know if we'd be seeing you at dinner tonight?", Janine asked her. "Of course. Let me know the time and place and I'll be there." Janine told her as she got up and went to the door. Sherkock went to walk her out. "I'll see you tonight. Go catch me a killer Sherl.", with that she kissed Sherkock. Thisbe wanted to throw up when he returned it. After they finally broke apart, she left and Sherlock closed the door. He sat back down and Thisbe hurriedly got up.

"I've got to get ready for tonight see you.", she left before she broke down. He could never know she loved him. She rushed out of his flat as the tears finally came.

Time came to head to the restraunt they were having dinner at. Thisbe was in a blood-red high-low dress that fit snugly to her petite body. She paired the dress with simple yet elegant black pumps. She lined her bright blue eyes in black eyeliner. She arrived at the restraunt filled with dread. She didn't want to be there. Half way through the dinner she began to regret ever coming. "I have asked you my friends here tonight to share this next step in my life. Janine would you marry me?" She jumped up and kissed him replying 'yes'.

  Mary turned to Thisbe to see her face fall and her eyes well up with tears. She patted her hand and whispered in her ear. Thisbe jumped up. "I-I'm not feeling well. I've got to go." She rushed out tears spilling as her heart broke indefinitely never to be fixed again. She didn't get to see the hurt that blazed through Sherlock's eyes, hurt and pain that he was afraid he'd lose her for good.

  Days passed and no one could reach Thisbe. They sent countless texts and calls. She ignored them as she tipped the whisky bottle back. Her breaking point was when Janine, oblivious to Thisbe's M.I.A status, sent her a text asking her to be her maid of honor. She sent Mary an email explaining why she was doing what she was and to let Sherlock know she loves him and she's happy he has found someone. After it was sent, she took her bottle of whisky and headed to the roof. What she didn't know was that John was on the computer when the email came through and he called Mary in and they called Sherlock. Help was on it's way.

She was sitting on the edge of the roof swaying in her drunken state. She suddenly got the notion to stand. As she stood up she was wobbling and almost fell off. She felt at peace for the first time in days. She enjoyed the break from soul encompassing sadness. She closed her eyes and as she did that's when Sherlock, Mary and John arrived. They stopped in fear as they saw her standing on the edge. "THISBE! DON'T STEP OFF-", right as he was about to finish, she slipped and fell.

Time seemed to slow as her body made it's way down as her screams followed. Mary had her hands covering her mouth as she cried out. John could see Sherlock as he fell when he was with Moriarity. Sherlock's heart was in his throat. It was silent as time sped up and her body hit the ground in a wet Smack! Sherlock yelled out as he ran forward.

John called the paramedics as he rushed next to Sherlock's side beside Thisbe. Sherlock fell to the ground crying. Thisbe groaned and coughed up blood as she opened her eyes. She went to move,"Sherlock, I can't move. Why?" "You've fallen. Oh god it's all my fault."
"I-I'm fine. Why are you here, shouldn't you be with your fiancee?"

  "No. It was all a set-up. I was using her for a case." "Oh, so I guess now's a good time to tell you I've always loved you but I know how you are with Sentiments. So it's ok if you don't feel the same I just thought you should know."

John made to find where the her blood was coming from. "One of her ribs has broken through her skin and there seems to be internal bleeding. I don't think she's going to make it."

  "She will." Sherlock lifted her head into his lap as she lifted her hand to his face. "Stop crying. I'm not in pain. I finally feel at peace.", she wiped the tears from his cheeks. "I lo-", he stopped as her eyes closed and she stilled.

"THISBE NO!"