Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 56: He's Using

I apologize for the lack of Sherlock POV, I'm looking for the right time...

I also apologize for the boring story part, I'm providing backstory

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John POV (because he can see Mary)

"You need to see him, John. You need to help him!" Ms. Hudson cried tearfully as I continually refused her pleads. I felt bad for the both of them, but I was too angry at Sherlock through my grief to see him again.

"Nope."

"He needs you!

"Somebody else." I say, turning away from Ms. Hudson and looking at the doorway of the building. Mary is leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and raising her eyebrows in a sort of Really John?... way. "Not me. Not now."

"Now you just listen to me for once in your stupid life." Ouch... I thought as I forced myself to look over at her. "I know Mary's dead and I know your heart is broken, but if Sherlock Holmes dies too, who will you have then?" I open my mouth, but I stop myself, because where will I be? When Sherlock committed suicide, (Y/N) nearly did so herself, more times than one. If Sherlock truly dies, where will I be?

"Because I tell you something, John Watson. You will not have me." And she storms away, passing Mary without taking notice - of course - and Mary tilts her head in the direction of the storming away Ms. Hudson, telling me to follow after her. (Y/N) stands in the doorway solemnly for a second, eyes glazing over, making me want to take a step towards her, but she storms out after Ms. Hudson. After a minute, I sigh and walk outside. Ms. Hudson has her arms folded on top of her car, crying into them with (Y/N) next to her, putting her hand on her shoulder.

"Have you spoken to Mycroft, Molly, uh, anyone?" I ask, after blowing out a big breath.

"They don't matter. You do." She straightens up and turns to face me, tears in her eyes. "Would you just see him?"

"Please, John. Or just take a look at him as a doctor? I know you'd change your mind if you did." (Y/N) finished Ms. Hudson's sentence, looking at me with glazed eyes and fists clenched. Even though she rarely did, she looked pretty bad.

Her hair was disheveled, knotty and up in a very messy bun. Her eyes were tired and sad, while they were usually filled with life and excitement. She looked... like someone completely different. She looked... liker her boyfriend was a drug addict.

I attempt to shake my head, but I stop for a second, taking into account (Y/N) and what she would do to herself if I didn't...

"Yeah, look, maybe, if I get a chance. I'll try, if I'm in the area."

"Promise me?" Ms. Hudson asks, a smile returning on her face, but (Y/N)'s face stayed the same. Sad, Solemn, Angry; every emotion except for happiness.

"I promise." I reluctantly obliged, and Ms. Hudson instantly turned around to the trunk of her car, and I frown, wondering what she was doing. She opens the boot of the car and lifts it up, and my expression of confusion quickly turned to my mouth dropping open slightly. Sherlock was uncomfortably lain across the inside of the boot, shaking and handcuffed and anxiously looking towards Ms. Hudson. I drop my expression and walk towards the rear, trying to hide my emotion.

"Well? On you go." Sherlock squints against the daylight as (Y/N) walks towards him, kneeling down and taking his hands into hers. Amazing. (Y/N) still loved Sherlock even though he did this to himself... why? Why wouldn't she just leave him? Any normal girl would. Except... (Y/N) wasn't any normal girl.