Three days after Sherlock jumped, The five of you were standing at his grave. Mycroft had whispered like three words about his brother while Mrs. Hudson gave a very heartfelt speech. Lestrade waved his turn away being overcome with emotion. Now it was your turn. Tears were streaming down your face as you stared at the glossy black headstone.
"Y-Y-You would n-n-never have l-left us. Not on purpose anyway. I know you better then that." You whispered. It was the first words you had muttered since Mycroft had come to get you from that police station. John also waved off his turn to speak. Molly whispered that she would always miss him. Mycroft lead you away from grave site whispering about putting you on leave for now.
Two weeks after Sherlock's death you still hadn't left the flat. You hadn't spoken to John in days.
"John." You whispered shaking. He glanced up from the paper. He looked happy to see you speaking.
"What Y/n?" He asked matching your tone. You paled.
"I- I- I think I just had a miscarriage." You sputtered out. John jumped up helping you out. You didn't even know you were pregnant.
6 months after Sherlock's death
John had moved out. He said there was too much of Sherlock there. You wouldn't change anything about the flat in case he would come back.
1 year
You found yourself at Sherlock's grave. You carried some flowers and you placed them carefully.
"I miss you so very much love. You taught me how to be something more, other than a cold blooded killer. Thank you." You whispered as a tear slipped down your face. You wiped it away and made your way back to the flat. You had left Sherlock's flat and lived in yours full time. Mrs. Hudson made you tea every morning and you went out for a run shortly after. You were healing. It was getting easier.
2 years
John had stopped by. He knocked on your flat door all dressed up. You grinned and let him into the flat. It had been a long time since you had seen him.
"John." You said wrapping him into a hug. He hugged you back offering you a smile.
"How have you been?" He asked looking a little unsure.
"Better. I have started running again." You replied giving him a reassuring smile.
"That's great." John said surprised.
"But that's not why you are here. When are you asking her?" You said suddenly giddy.
"Tonight." John laughed. You squealed so happy for him.
"You have to stop by after wards. I have to meet this girl that stole my doctor's heart. John smiled. That's when Mrs. Hudson walked into your flat and looked shocked to see John. Then the anger. You crept into the kitchen to put on the tea while they figured it out.
Sherlock's POV
I had to hide for two years. Mycroft and Molly the only ones that knew of my faked death. I had asked Mycroft several times how Y/n was handling my death. He always just shook his head with sad eyes. The last time I asked he said I broke her.
I was currently getting tortured. The crack of the whip against my back. Finally a ruckus outside drew away the attention of my attacker and Mycroft had stepped out of the shadows. HE was doing field work.
"England needs you." He said. I was going home. I was going to fix Y/n.
The flight back was fairly short and immediately someone started wrapping the wounds on my back. My hair was cut at Mycroft's place and the awful beard was removed.
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Almost Wanted
FanfictionSO I have been reading A LOT of these and none of them really live up to expectations. Not that that were bad, but they didn't capture Sherlock well enough except for the few in my reading list. Those were amazing. So I thought I would give it a sh...
