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Sherlock {Two Years Today}

Two years today is the only thing you can think as you lie in bed at 0:28 staring at the ceiling.

You never sleep now, you just try to keep yourself busy so you don't have to think.

You get up and dress yourself. Then you head to the kitchen and make some strong black coffee. Sitting in John's old chair, you stare at the rising sun over the buildings in front of the flat.

You start to think, opening all the doors in your mind that you'd promised yourself you had closed for good. You find yourself slipping, falling deeper and deeper into the depressed state you had dragged yourself out of months ago.

Standing up you shake your head vigorously pulling yourself back to reality.

You check your watch.

It's just turned 1:00.

You grab your coat and head to the door but before you leave you turn and whisper 'Good bye love'.

A loud voice inside your head screams 'Are you really that bloody stupid. He's dead. Never coming back. So he cant hear you.' making you wince.

"Shut up." You mutter to yourself as tears invade your eyes.

You open the front door and hail a cab.

~*~

Placing down your little stone you let your eyes slide up to the name, all you can think is 'to young to die'.

You slap yourself in the face and gasp out in pain.

'You selfish little bitch you even thought he would come and see you. He never loved you. You were just a fun game. A puzzle. You meant nothing to him.' The voice in your head jears 'Even John gave up on you.'

"Shut up!" You scream surprising yourself as a fat tear roles down your face. "Just be quiet. Okay? I cant deal with this right now."

You turn on your heals and head to the gate. you just arrive as a couple walk though. One of them calls your name. You force yourself to smile as John asks how you've been you talk for a couple of minutes and he introduce you to the woman he's with.

She's called Mary and they'd been dating for about 5 months.

You're happy he's moved on and is OK. You bid them fair well and get a cab back to 221b.

~*~

It had been about a week since you had seen John and Mary.

You sit in John's old chair and ponder over this new case Lestrade gave you. It's not hard but you just can't think straight. So you go down stairs to talk to Mrs Hudson.

You have tea and chatter for 2 hours. After you feel your mind clear and you go out to get some milk.

~*~

When you get back to the flat it's dark and the weather sucks the warmth out of your bones. You head into the living room but your blood runs cold.

A tall, curly haired man sits in the armchair staring into the fire.

"God please let it be him.' You think as tears well up in your eyes.

"Hello?" You call out your voice cracking with the effort of trying not to cry.

You step into the room as his blue-grey eyes snap open.

"Y/N?" He asks looking surprised.

"Please let this not be a dream." You say out loud as the tears stream, like a broken gutter, down your face.

Falling to your knees you cover your face with your hand and try to wake yourself up from this dream/nightmare.

You hear heavy foot steps stride towards you as some one lifts you of the floor into a loving hug.

'It cant be him. He's gone.' You think but you clutch harder to him and bury your face in his coat. 'He even smells the same.' You think again.

You look up.

"Is it really you?" You ask stupidly.

"Yes it's me Darling." He growls deeply.

"I.... I missed you." You say as another rack of sobs hits your body.

He hugs you tighter and puts his head on yours.

"I'm so..." He starts but you cut him off.

"No don't apolygise just don't leave again." You say looking up into those grey eyes.

"I wont leave again." He whisper.

"Promise Sherlock. Please." You beg into his chest.

"Okay." He chuckles. "I promise I wont leave."

Then he bends down slowly and presses his lips to yours.

The end that starts the beginning.