Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 43: Shooter (prt. 2)

This gif makes me feel things like he looks so angry you can see it in his eyes, Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch deserves 1,000,000 oscars. Like he has made me feel so many things in his various roles and he deserves at least one or two oscars, like seriously people #givebenedictanoscar! Anyway, thanks for reading my vent if you did!

Maybe I should've called this chapter Mind Palace? Nah, part 2 is always fun. 

Enjoy!

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Sherlock's POV (a lot of that huh?)

"...you need to fall on your back." Molly's voice echoed in the room, Mary still frozen. 

"Right now, the bullet is the cork in the bottle." I know that voice. "The bullet itself is blocking most of the blood flow." I turn my head slightly, and out of the corner of my eye I see her. (Y/N). I tried to focus and nodded towards her, she kept her face straight and emotionless.

"On your back, gravity's working for us." Molly continues, the room suddenly takes a blue hue, "Fall... now." I nod to myself and my body starts to slump, it seems like everything is going in slow motion. I fall, the room seems to tilt with me as I do, I'm about to touch the ground...

Alarms blare inside my head and the blinding mortuary lights hit me like a cold splash of water in the morning. I shield my eyes and cry out, covering my ears with my hands. "What the hell is that? What's happening?" Beside me, one of the cabinet doors creaks open and my own dead body lies on the drawer next to me. I look down at it in horror and Molly appears right next to the body. 

"You're going into shock." She says while I stare at her wide eyed. A million thoughts are rushing around my head right now, but I need to focus, just like Molly said. "It's the next thing that's going to kill you."

The alarms are still blaring and my head is still pounding, my eyes feel like they're on fire. "Okay. So what do I do?"

"Don't go into shock obviously." Mycroft's voice echoes in the room. I look around quickly yet the alarms still blare. "Must be something in this ridiculous memory palace of yours that can calm you down. Find it." I breathe in and screw my eyes shut, and I see myself running down a long corridor, nothing but doors left and right to me. Where is she? I open one of the doors, hoping to see the slightest glance of something familiar. And that's exactly what I get. The pistol. It fires at me and I draw back, screaming and landing on the floor, yet I keep going. 

Where. Is. She?

I call out to her, and I hear her call back to me. I weakly run through the corridors, finally finding an unhinged door in which her angelic voice was coming from. "Sherlock!" I hear her call from the door, and I don't hesitate to open it. And that's when I see it. Our flat, she's here for the very first time. I drink in her sight, holding her cup of tea. 

"Alright then, when do I move in?" I look at her wide eyed, nearly dropping my cup of tea from shock. "What? Is that the first time anyone's actually accepted?"

I chuckled at my own sense of shock, and suddenly everything transitions. I guess it really is like they say. (Y/N) is my life. And she's flashing before my eyes. 

The kiss. I spun her around and dipped her, drinking in the moment. She smiled up at me, and my heart skipped a beat. The love I felt for this girl was incredible, and the love she felt for me was even more. I leaned her up and she kissed me, and the fire what rushed through my body was mind-numbing. My eyes widened and my heart pounded, my hands shook and I wanted to respond but I was in too much of a state of shock to. She pulled out and stuttered in her words, running upstairs to probably cry. I stood there for a while, my brain completely blank and my mouth unhinged. It took me a second before I twitched, and my knees buckled, causing me to turn around and grab my chair. I stumbled in sitting down and raked my fingers through my hair, my head lowered and my knees shaking, held together like super glue. And I cried. When was the last time that I'd cried?