Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 28: The Fall

Your POV

The air brushes the extra strands of hair back into my face. My eyes flutter open as they adjust to the painful sunlight. What happened? I asked myself as I lifted my head a bit from the uncomfortable rocks.

"Goodbye John." A familiar baritone voice rings out. W-What?

I look above me and see Sherlock holding his arms out to the side. "Sherlock..." I croaked, and he took one look back at me. The moment seemed to last forever as we gazed into each others eyes. I saw hurt, sadness. But the thing that hurt me most was to see the tears streaming down his cheeks. He stretched his arm out to me a bit as his face suddenly turned serious. His protective gaze shot at me, and I twitched a bit in anticipation. What was he doing?

 I tried to move towards him, but I couldn't. I was too weak, I couldn't move. He threw his phone towards the ground. "Sherlock?" I questioned, digging my already bloody fingernails into the rocks on the ground in attempt to drag myself towards him.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)." He whispered in a soft voice. Slowly, he turned around, and I cried out in protest, finally starting to figure out what was going on. He stretched his arms out and slowly, almost excruciatingly slow, he fell. The detective that I was so in love with, fell in front of my eyes. 

"Sh-Sherlock!" I stuttered and attempted to regain my strength, but pain erupted in my head. I groaned and looked around, and saw a body on the ground, blood pouring out of his head. I covered my mouth to avoid throwing up. My eyes started to well up with tears as I attempted to drag myself towards the edge of the ledge, but I only stumbled across a bigger horror as my fingers clutched the rocks.

The body was Moriarty. I turn away, starting to hyperventilate as the tears flood out of my eyes. Was this a dream? Some sort of sick dream?

I finally made my way over to the ledge and clutched the edge of it, looking out over the edge. The sides of the ledge cut my hands, but I held on until my knuckles turned white. People were starting to run towards Sherlock, and his body was on the ground, blood surrounding his head. His hair was soaked with blood and his eyes were dull in comparison to the scarlet blood crowding his face.

I screamed, making the people look up at me. John almost collapsed at his side, but straightened himself up when he saw me looking down. "(Y/N)!" He called out, rushing inside of the building, obviously to come and get me. 

I pulled myself up over the ledge and dragged my foot over the side, steadying myself so that I could stand. I wanted to follow him, I wanted to be with him, I wanted to die. I was shaking heavily, and I had barely regained my strength so I was starting to lean towards the ground involuntarily. 

I took a deep breath and suddenly a certain song came into my head. And if my people fall than surely I'll do the same. All other sounds were drowned out, my eyes focused on Sherlock as I took one foot off the edge of the roof.

Harshly, a pair of strong arms yank me from behind, making me collapse onto the ground into someone's arms. I started to sob, turning myself over into his arms, taking in his scent. John. I sobbed into his chest as he stroked my hair. I felt something wet on the top of my head. He was crying to.

"Not you to." He whispered into my hair, almost hissing it. "Not. You. To." He said in a protective voice, pulling me closer. "Promise me." He cried, voice breaking at the end as he kissed me on the head. "Promise me."

"I- I- p-promise." I stuttered through sobs as he hugged me tighter, almost to the point that I couldn't breathe. I didn't care. John was the only family that I had left, and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to him.

The way that John started to breathe heavily told me that he was thinking the exact same thing.

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So, I'm going to hell. Sorry if this is quite short, there's another short chapter coming after that but afterwards I promise you it'll be hella long.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!