The Case of the Phantom (Sherlock x Reader)

Part 7:New beginning

A/N: Oh god guys I'm so sorry for the long wait but work was hell and I got my drivesrs license a few days ago so there wasn't much time to update but here is a new chapter.
GIF IS NOT MINE!

Word Count: 1.494

Keywords:

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) = Your Name Your Last Name
(Y/H/S) = Your Hair Style
(Y/H/L) = Your Hair Legnth
(Y/H/C) = Your Hair Color
(Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color

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- Back in 1929 -

Ereena told Rosie everything, she was told by (Y/N) through letters. „Who could have known that it would end so bad?" she muttered and John gave a sad smile still clenching the pressures Music Box. „I kept in contact with her through letters. I still have them well kept in a box under my bed, they mean a lot to me." and Rosie smiled at that. This was a friendship for a lifetime, she thought. „And as promised, I got to be the bridesmaid." Ereena smiled at the memory. Rosie looked up. „So, Uncle Sherlock did get married! That lair." She remembered when she was little, that she had asked her Uncle, if he would ever get married but he said ‚I'm married to my work.' Every time she would ask him.

Ereena looked into the green eyes of Rosie and explained „Not many knew that they were married. It was still wonderful day back then. I never saw (Y/N) so happy." John laughed a little „And I never saw Sherlock that nervous." The memories let both of the older people laugh a little.
After a little while, they approached a cemetery. „Why are we here?" Rosie asked astonished but she didn't received any answer, so she just followed her Father and Ereena to one particular gravestone that held the name ‚(Y/N) Holmes' and the birth date (Y/B/D) and as the death date the 30th October 1896. So today 35 years ago.

Rosies eyes went wide and got tears in them as her Father placed the Music Box on the grave. It was silent. Only the cold wind blew through the hairs of the reminding people. Ereena dried her tears with the tissue Rosie gave her. „What...happened to her?" Rosie asked carefully, not to open any wounds. Ereen looked her in the eyes. „He got her Rosie." John gasped and everyone looked at him. „Papa!" Rosie panicked. „Are you okay?" John only pointed to a Rose on the grave. A beautiful, fresh red rose with a black ribbon tied around the stalk. „He is still following her." Ereena whispered.

- London, 1889 -

After the events that took place in Paris, Sherlock immediately went back to London, together with John and (Y/N). Without any goodbyes, they just left as if they weren't there at all.
The Opera House, now laid down in ashes due to the fallen Chandelier that held candles to enlighten the room. A lot of people died on that date. This accident got famous as the ‚The Phantom of the Opera'. A lot of newspapers reported it and it was not just local in Paris, but around the World people talked about this scenario in Paris.

Sherlock, John and (Y/N) arrived in London quicker than expected and got into a carriage, that would lead them to Baker Street. „I can't believe I'm back in London." (Y/N) said, as she looked out the window and looked at the busy streets of England. Sherlock took her hand in his and she looked up to him. „You're finally free." he said and kissed her hand. A little blush appeared on the (Y/S/C) cheek of the Woman beside the Detective. John smiled at the sight of the two, happy for his friend to finally found someone, who he could share his life with.

Than the trio arrived at Baker Street. An old woman greeted them with a worried expression. „Good God. Sherlock, Mr. Watson, are you alright? I heard what happened in Paris... " Sherlock stopped the Landlady from rumbling as he mentioned to (Y/N), who just smiled shyly. „Oh dear, you must be (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You poor thing. Welcome to Baker Street. I'm Mrs. Hudson the Landlady." she introduced herself with a motherly hug. A bit taken a back, (Y/N) looked to Sherlock who just nodded and the (Y/H/C) returned the hug. „Great to meet you Mrs. Hudson."
With that, the Landlady led the three of them into the house, where she prepared Tea.
In the living room sat a woman with blond hair, arms crossed, apparently awaiting someone. „Mary." John announced and the Woman ‚Mary' stood up. „John" she said and hugged him. „You're fine. Thank god." Sherlock lend down to (Y/N)s ear and whispered „Mary Watson. Johns wife." (Y/N) smiled and nodded and as if on cue, the blond lady looked to Sherlock and (Y/N). „A new Face." She then took (Y/N)s hand and shook it. „Mary Watson." she interduced „(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" returned the female back. Mary's eyes went wide. „The opera singer?" astonished that everyone in London seemed to know her, she nodded. „I heard so much of you. Friends of mine went to Paris to watch one of your performances. They highly spoke of it." she smiled such a sweet smile, that made (Y/N) feel like home.

After a while, Mrs. Hudson come up with newly brewed tea and sat it down on the living room table, where everyone was seated around, catching up on everything that happened.
„So" Mary began, as she sipped on her tea. „Sherlock finally found someone." Sherlock groaned. „Why does everybody have to say that!" and (Y/N) laughed, with a little blush on her cheeks. The Detective looked at her as she laughed and he couldn't stop himself, as to smile at that than he said to Mary „You are right. I found someone and I'm not attempting on letting go." (Y/N) glanced at him, Mary awed at that and John had a big smile on his face.
Mrs. Hudson spoke up. „And when's the wedding?" Sherlock spit out his tea, right into Johns face and (Y/N) coughed up. „I didn't... expected that." Sherlock said and John replied „Yes. Me neither" as he cleaned his face while Mary couldn't stop laughing.
Neither of them guessed at that moment, that Mrs. Hudson question would be a real question soon.

A few weeks past and (Y/N) settled in Baker Street. First it was hard. She missed Ereena and Nicoline, even Rousseau. But she kept in contact through letters and every single one she received, she kept. Reading them, every night she couldn't sleep.
She hardly saw John anymore, because Mary told her that he was writing a new book about the Case they had in Paris and it made her curious, as to what he would write in it. Sherlock wasn't as pleased with it, said it was totally misleading his character and everyone thought he is a hero. But (Y/N) laughed and said „But Darling you are a hero. To me at least." and with that she kissed his cheek. The man just blushed a little and let the topic slide.

It wasn't a secret anymore that the famous Sherlock Holmes, fell in love with an Opera Singer. The whole city of London was talking about it. That noticed (Y/N), when she went out to the market and looked around. She could hear women whisper and giggle as they looked at her. But it wasn't bad talking the Ladies did. No, the quite opposite of it and it made (Y/N) uncomfortable. So, she did the only thing she could think of. Run. And so, she did, til she arrived at a bookstore that held John newest book. It was integrated in dark blue leather and held the Golden letters ‚The Case of the Phantom by Dr. John H. Watson' on it. Not thinking twice, she entered the little store and was greeted by an old men with thick glasses that adorned his big nose.

„Good day Milady. What can I do for you?" he asked in polite way. (Y/N) smiled at him. „I wanted a copie of the newest book from Dr. Watson, please." The man smiled. „I see." He then took a closer look at her. A little uncomfortable with it, she stepped back. The man laughed and said „Don't worry I don't want to hurt you. You just look like the Girl Dr. Watson described as (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."
With that (Y/N) started to laugh a little. „Well...I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N) Monsieur." The thick glasses nearly felt of the nose of the man as he heard her say these words.

He didn't expected that such a Woman would visit his little book store. With no words, he handed her the Book she requested, and she paid him. „Have a good day Monsieur." She smiled and he nodded. „Ehm..yes. Please visit us again, sometime Miss (Y/L/N)" he shouted, before she left the store.

When she arrived at 221b Baker Street she climbed up the stairs, greeting Mrs. Hudson in the process and then entered the living room of the flat she shared with Sherlock. But to (Y/N)s surprise Sherlock wasn't there, probably on a new case or visiting his brother to tell him again how much time he had left when eat the strawberry cake.
Pouring herself a tea (Y/N) made her way to the couch and sat her book down and drinking a sip of the idea. Then she started to read.