Two Lives Wasted- Sherlock Short Story

A Precious Desire

(A.N. Sorry, its a short chapter after so long, but I hope two chapters in one day makes up for it?)

Sherlock entered the room just as Kacy hung up on her cell phone. Immediately, he stuck his hand out, disappointed in himself for not thinking to take it earlier.

"Your phone. Give it to me," He demanded with a surprisingly gentle tone.

Kacy handed it over with no hesitation, her eyes locked on the floor. Sherlock tucked the phone safely into his pocket, and sighed.

"You were talking to the other ones, weren't you?" He said, and Kacy's head lowered in shame.

"I'm- I'm so sorry," She mumbled, her hands folding together as she lowered her head.

"Don't just apologize. I told you earlier that you could tell me more later- and later is now. If you're truly sorry, you'll give me the names," He crossed his arms, staring her down.

"I-" She began, before she stopped herself. She raised a hand to her head, and rested it against her watering eyes.

"Kacy," Sherlock hissed, a warning spat into the air.

"They're my friends-"

"They made you kill people," This time, Sherlock cut her off. "You aren't helping yourself, and you definitely are not helping them either."

"But-"

"Kacy."

Her form began trembling as she whimpered slightly, her eyes finally watering over. She sniffled, trying to contain her tears but unable to do so.

"I'm sorry-" Her voice cracked horribly, her voice high and nervous.

"Kacy!" He snapped, squatting down in front of her to see her face.

"Audrey and Harmony," It was a quiet, shivering voice that left her throat, and it took a moment before Sherlock was able to decipher the hesitant words. Once they were spoken, heavy tears fell to the floor. Kacy quietly cried, the only sounds left in the room were her tears smacking the wood floor and shaky breathes.

Sherlock let out a puff of air, before rising and immediately hugging her close.

"That was all I needed," His monotone voice was quiet for once. "Thank you, Kacy. For being so brave." He held her there, and for a moment, just a moment, he knew why people wanted children. He knew why parents would sacrifice so much for their kids. And a want quickly flashed through him- he wanted that. He wanted a child.

"But I wasn't brave," She cried, her face red and eyes puffy and angry as she began to let her voice loose.

"Do you honestly think any other kid could have done what you just did? Confess a thing like that? Live through all that you have?" Sherlock quipped. "Most kids your age complain about their phone loosing battery, or doing simple chores. They wouldn't have lasted under this kind of pressure."

Kacy sniffled, and she wrapped her arms around Sherlock, "But I still feel horrible."

"I think even I would," He whispered, before pulling away from her. Her arms fell limp to her sides and she looked up at him, a few left over tears sliding down her cheeks. A soft smile grew on his face, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss to her forehead. A kiss that could be described as if it came from her own father.

"You should rest. You must be tired," With those words, she nodded, and watched as he left her room. Her sniffles seemed to quiet as she was left on her own, and she curled herself under her covers, not daring to leave the comfort of her bed to simply shut off the lights that burned her sore eyes.

But she didn't sleep that night. She never slept again.