BBC Sherlock imagines

Addiction

You were sat on the sofa of the flat you shared with you boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. He went out a few hours ago, said he was going on a case with John but wouldn't let you come. You hadn't thought much of it at first and weren't prepared to argue about it, you appreciated the quiet day. But now he'd been out for almost 4 hours now and you were starting to get worried. You switched off the TV and went to the window. You watched for around 15 minutes and still no sign of him. You decided you couldn't wait any longer and went and put on your shoes and coat. You waked outside and was about to wave at a cabbie when a long, black car pulled up.
Sherlock's brother Mycroft stepped out. "Ah (Y/N)" he said "I'm just here to see Sherlock. How's living with him?" "It's great but not right this second he's been out for over 4 hours and hasn't replied to any of my texts" you replied the worry clearly evident in your voice. Mycroft sighed and rubbed his forehead "I knew it wouldn't be long. Please, get in the car" he said, opening the door for you. You did as you were told and he climbed in shortly after you. He pulled out his phone and after a minute or so have the driver an address. "Where are we going?" You asked, slightly confused. Mycroft sighed again. "How long have you two been together now? 5 months?" He asked, you nodded in response. "Well I take it you don't know about his addiction yet?" He asked. "What!?" You almost yelled, shocked "addicted to what?" "Heroin mainly. But anything he can get his hands on" Mycroft sighed. "Oh my god" you said quietly now, "and that's where he is, with a drug dealer, off his face?" "That is my deduction" he replied. You sat in silence until the car pulled over by a seemingly abandoned warehouse. "Wait here" Mycroft said "no way!" You replied; there was no way you were sitting this one out.
After a few minutes you found him, lying unconscious with his hood over his face. Mycroft beans down next to him and picked up a list, after scanning it he handed it to you and you read the long list of drugs some you hadn't even heard of before. Mycroft checked his brother's pulse and breathing and when he was satisfied he nudged him gently to wake him up. You bent down too next to Mycroft. Naturally it was going to take a lot to wake up Sherlock. You reached out to hold your boyfriend's hand. "I must warn you, he's not very pleasant when he's like this. Please take anything he says with a pinch of salt" Mycroft whispered. You nodded and squeezed Sherlock's hand and as you did so he stirred and woke up. "Good afternoon, brother dear" Mycroft said sarcastically, trying to stay confident but you could tell this was breaking him. Sherlock glared at him and opened his mouth to say something when his eyes flicked to you. A look of guilt and regret crept its way onto his face. "Shall we get out of this dreadful place" said Mycroft sensing the sudden upset on his brother's face.

The three of you went out to the car, Sherlock still not saying a word. You climbed in the car first but the other two didn't follow straight away. You listened and heard Sherlock shout 'Why did you bring her, why' as he hit the car. You couldn't make out Mycroft's response but his face when he got in the car told you all you needed to know. The Holmes brothers always claimed to have no emotions but you knew that wasn't true and you knew how they felt even when they thought they were hiding like experts. Right this moment Mycroft was upset, hurt by his brother's state but Sherlock, Sherlock was all sorts- annoyed, upset, guilty, ashamed and anxious. "It's not his fault" I blurted out "I insisted on going in. And I'm glad I did,anything could've happened to you." I said looking at Sherlock. "I know" he replied solemnly. "Why?" I asked more softly. "When we get home" he said simply, you nodded in agreement.

Mycroft dropped you back to 221b and decided to leave you two to it but made you promise to text him later. You lead Sherlock inside and made you both a cup of tea as he got comfy on the sofa. You handed him a mug and sat down next to him, pulling his drooping head onto your shoulder. "Why?" You asked again. He sighed. "I do it when I'm weak, it makes me feel strong again for a while." He explained quietly. "Why did you feel weak?" You asked slightly taken aback; weak was a new one for him. "Because..." he took a deep breath and blurted out quickly "because I was scared scared that I'd loose you. That I'd wake up one morning and it was all a dream, or a joke. Or that soon enough you'd realise what I was really like and that you'd deserve better." He began to slightly shake against you and tears fell down his cheek. "Oh Sherlock, that's never going to happen. Listen to me ok? I know you think you hide it all, but I see it. And I love you. Despite all of it, despite this. I'm going to help you ok? You're not going to feel like this again without talking to me- got it?" He nodded against your shoulder. You pulled him into a tight hug and the two of stayed like that, on the sofa for the rest of the night and when it got late you laid down and played with Sherlock's curls until you heard him snore softly and began to drift off yourself.