Heavenly Holmes • Sherlock x Reader

10 • bask

The next morning I wake up on Sherlock's bed. He must have carried me upstairs and even changed my clothes for me. I don't seem to recall much of last night, but I am taken by surprise when I see little William asleep beside me. My lips curl into a tired smile and I put a blanket over him as slowly as possible to not wake him.

My vision is blurry when I get up and I have to rub my eyes a few times to see clearly. I sit up and look out the window, noticing the sun was just about to come up, but there were still stars in the sky.

I find a dark blue robe lying around and wrap it around myself before making my way downstairs. Sherlock didn't seem to be around, and I ended up just stepping outside for a moment to get some fresh air and watch the sun come up. I haven't watched it rise since...

Since that night with Adam on the balcony behind Moriarty's mind-manipulating laboratory.

I lean against the door and sigh, gazing at the empty street. It is quiet aside from the wind that blows. My eyes become heavy and I eventually give in to closing them as I fantasize my past and the wonderful memories I could never bring myself to let go of.

Then I see him. I see the man who loved me in the cellar. On the mountains. In the mysterious mansion that lied within the storms.

His hair is combed back as approaches me with his soft eyes. He has me in an embrace I am too numbed by to feel at all:

"I am afraid of being forgotten."

I feel my body heat up, sweat sprawling its way all over me. My breathing becomes unsteady and I can't open my eyes. I can't open my eyes....

"Please don't forget me... " He whispers, his voice agonizingly silky.

I am unable to distinguish this fantasy from reality. His presence feels real. His voice. 

His touch is everywhere. Why is it nostalgic? Why is it terrifying?

My body trembles, I hear a ringing in my ear as his voice fades away with the wind. He is talking quickly and nervously. He is scared and so am I.

And now he's screaming again.

"No! No, no, no come back! Pleas-"

His voice is soon replaced with the silence that comes alongside a migraine-inducing ringing.

My eyes pop open to see Sherlock standing in front of me. I was still outside by the door and it looked like he had just arrived:

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He brings his hand to my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin.

I quickly slap his hand away as I pant heavily:

"What was that, some kind of sick joke?!"

He stares at me silently with a look of surprise on his face. I look into his eyes and realize I was being irrational. Quickly composing myself, I clear my throat:

"Sorry..."

"Y/N, are you alright? What are you doing outside this early?" He asks with slight concern.

"I just came out to get some fresh air. Won't be doing that again." I laugh lightly to ease the tension I had accidentally built up as I open the door and we both step inside.

He quietly removes his coat and hangs it. I watch him as a suffocating silence fills the room, and grow nervous while twiddling my thumbs. I am about to apologize again when suddenly he comes over and pulls me into his chest: