I got those jet pack blues Just like Judy The kind that make June feel like September I'm the last one that you'll ever remember
Sherlock walked out of 221B, mind set on self destruct. He hadn't been himself lately - no solved cases, no intellectual breakthroughs, and his whole mind palace had collapsed from the inside out.
It hadn't helped he was using again, but he was so damn bored all the time. John was busy with Rosie, (y/n) was busy with work, Mycroft was being a stuck up queen, and even Lestrade was busy being a cop. At the heart, Sherlock just felt alone. Everyone's lives were moving, and his was stuck in slow motion.
So he had just walked out, while John was feeding Rosie and (y/n) was typing on her laptop and Mrs. Hudson was making dinner. At first they had called his name, but he didn't turn around. He didn't even bother to grab his coat. Now he was shivering, walking down the sidewalk next to the late evening traffic.
And I'm trying to find my peace of mind Behind these two white highway lines When the city goes silent The ringing in my ears gets violent
He walked for so long that eventually the street was deserted. Traffic lights signaled to darkness and Sherlock felt the tightening in his chest subside slightly. He felt alone, but a good alone, the kind where you could dance and no one would see you. Of course, he wouldn't dance right now because someone still could definitely see him.
He glanced around the empty street, then stepped out onto it. He walked to the lines that divided the road and stood with legs on either side. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes.
It wouldn't matter if a car came and hit me right now, he thought. Suddenly the sky cracked and boomed above him. He opened his eyes and looked up and drops strained his vision. Lightning then made its grand entrance. The storm came to its climax, and Sherlock thought how he had never felt so at peace before. He was the storm.
"SHERLOCK!" he heard, or at least he thought he did. Was the sky talking to him? "SHERLOCK!" yelled the voice again. He ignored it though, he didn't believe it was her. "William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" Oh, it was definitely her. Something grabbed his arm and whipped him around.
She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside She's singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
(Y/n) stood in front of him, in his black coat he forgot, soaking wet. "Why'd you leave?" she asked, almost having to yell over the cry of the storm. Sherlock just shrugged, then looked up at the sky again.
And I remember "Baby, come home" I remember "Baby, come home" I remember "Baby, come home" I remember "Baby, come home"
"Sherlock, please come home," she begged, trying to entangle her hands with the fists at his side.He stood static, unmoving.
"What's the point. There's nothing in the flat for me. It's just so boring."
"We'll find you a case, I'll even kill someone myself!" she said with a begging voice.
Sherlock looked down at her, at the beautiful curves of her face and the laces of her skin. He had to look away, tears pricking at his eyes. "I just want to be alone (y/n)."
Did you ever love her? Do you know? Or did you never want to be alone? And she was singing "Baby, come home" I remember "Baby, come home"
She reached up to his cheek with a gentle hand, rubbing it along his cheekbone. Then she grabbed his jaw unexpectedly and forced him to face her. "No you don't," she said. He looked in her eyes. He'd never tell her but she was the best detective of all. She could see when he was lying, and hiding, and he loved her for that.
I've got those jet pack blues Fight off the light tonight and just stay with me Honey, don't you leave
"Will you-"
"Yes," she said, already knowing what he would ask. She would stay with him forever, until the sun peeked over the city skyline and lit up the world again.
He thanked her with a kiss to the forehead and wrap of his arm around her waist pulling her close. The rain still poured around them, their clothes and bones soaked. They stood on an unknown street, one they didn't know in the night nor in the day. But they were together, and because of that, they were home.
And I remember "Baby, come home" I remember "Baby, come home" I remember "Baby, come home" I remember "Baby, come home"
A/N
I have returned from the dead.
Also I relate to this on a spiritual level. Like I saw this and I was just like OMG YES FINALLY SOMEBODY DESCRIBES IT.
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Random: Fun summer plans? (Mine include working and writing and swimming and running and babysitting lol. Mostly working though. Yay for adulthood.)
"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie." - Helena ("All's Well That Ends Well")
