Yo! Homegirl is back. School(and everyone there) is tragic. People literally leave the table when I sit down so I'm back. Because you guys don't take me for granted.
So here's your update! Also you should listen to Hamilton; it's literally the best. May or may not be a lot of hidden references.
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The house seemed to constantly creak and groan; she didn't care. All she was focused on was the pain in her head. She sat up, moving a strand of h/c hair out of the way. She looked tired, her hair that was previously neatly done was in tangles.
Her instincts kicked in and she began cataloging her surroundings: she was laid on a neatly made white bed and the room was old but well kept. The only other adornment was a small nightstand. On the nightstand was a water bottle and two ibuprofens.
Her head hurt so that made sense. She picked up the three things and examined them. She knew it could be poisoned but she was in too much pain and she was too exhausted to care. Would dying really be the worst thing?
Y/n was confused and all she wanted to do was curl up on the bed. She knew that was unreasonable so she stood. Y/n had on the same white dress and it was dirty.
All she remembered was saying she wasn't leaving London; she reran everything that happened in her head to try and find anything suspicious. Besides Sherlock being a touching person it was nothing. She tiptoed down the stairs.
Once she made her way down stairs she walked into the kitchen. She noticed a single blood red apple; the only thing that contradicted the white in the room. The apple had the letters I and u in the middle there was a bite.
"I owe you," y/n concluded with a questioning tone?
"Yes, well I don't owe you but I owe someone a fall." A voice she sadly knew.
"Moriarty."
"Yes it's me, hi."
Y/n rolled her eyes at his calmness. "Why am I here?"
"Well..it's a 'kill two birds with one stone' situation. I get to worry Sherlock and part of the government." Moriarty told her.
She winced since her head ached; she touched her forehead and felt blood. "What'd you do to me?"
"Don't worry darling, I didn't do that. You took a terrible fall." Moriarty told her.
Y/n was still annoyed, "well I'll be going."
"No, not yet."
"Yet, so you're planning to let me go in a bit."
"I'm not giving anything away, but I need to keep a watch on you."
"Why?"
Moriarty laughed, "well I suppose I should tell you. Sherlock's going to fall."
"Fall," y/n prompted?
Moriarty began pacing, y/n noticed a nearby gun. "He's going to jump to end the game. For everyone he cares about which includes you. Everyone else has a someone watching them subtly but you are too smart."
"No, I'm not going to let you," y/n protested.
Moriarty laughed, "honestly you are very dramatic."
"I'm going," y/n said.
"Go ahead and try, if you can or can't see it there's a gun to your head."
"Where is he?"
"Let me give you a ride. I'm heading there myself."
Y/n wanted to say no but she had no idea where to go. So she rolled her eyes before nodding.
*** time skip
On the roof of the hospital y/n felt herself shaking. She hadn't had a panic attack since her sister died.
"I'll give you two a minute," Moriarty murmured. "And y/n don't forget what I told you."
"Sherlock don't," was all she said.
Sherlock smiled softly and took a step closer. "You'll be fine."
"N-no I won't. Don't..." then in a desperate voice, "please."
Sherlock closed his eyes for a moment and kissed her forehead. "It will be okay."
"No it won't."
He pulled y/n into a hug which was odd. "If I tell you something I need you to pretend you don't know. Under no circumstances can you tell anyone, will you promise me?" He whispered these words.
Y/n needed to know; she could keep a secret I mean she was a spy after all. "I promise."
"I'm going to do it, but I'm going to fake it. I can't guarantee I'll survive but I'll try to contact you as soon as possible."
"Sherlock!"
"Trust me."
Much to y/n's surprise, Sherlock kissed her. "I-I need to call John."
"John! Are you going to tell him?"
"I can't and you promised you wouldn't."
Y/n felt terrible, "but..."
"Y/n I trusted you. For this to work you can't say anything."
Trust was a big thing so she shoved her beliefs aside and nodded.
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A/n I'm in a writing mood! Wish me luck as I write my research paper!
