Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Nineteen A Year After I Died

Clara's POV: 

It had been a year since I had left England and had come to Spain, I had arrived originally in Barcelona  but made my way to Gibraltar where I brought a house and moved in straight the way. I needed to get in and stay there as quickly as possible, I knew I had now furniture but I went out and brought some as soon as I had to keys and had sorted everything out. 

After a few months of living in the house I hired a decorator to come and help me with decorating; once the house was done I then started to prepare it for a little arrival a few months down the line. As yes I was pregnant, when I took the test on the plane it turned out I was two weeks pregnant. I couldn't do anything for a while except go around the house and sort some stuff out for it, my grandmother came to see me as a surprise once as I had sent her a letter with my address and current name. Lets just say she was a little shocked to see me with a little baby bump on me; when I finally told her everything she asked about what I was going to do about it all, and about Sherlock as he deserved to know that he was going to be a Dad. I agreed with her on that but like I said to her, if I went back now that Moriarty could try and kill me again even though I was pregnant. 

I grandmother left again for a few months then came back when it was around the time for me to have my baby, I am constantly saying baby as I didn't want to know what I was having I wanted a surprise. So I had my little baby on the 5th of April, I had a baby girl and named her Phoebe Elizabeth Holmes. I only found it fair enough to at least give her her father last name, and saying that I managed to hack in to the British birth, marriage and death computers and add her onto that to be registered. 

My baby girl is now three months old and I am having so much fun bringing her up, I love her to bits and it only breaks my heart when I look at her knowing that she may never know her Dad. 

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Sherlock POV:

Its has been one year exactly since Clara died because of her boss, I didn't know what to do with myself so I went back to my work and pretended to not care, pretending that it never happened at all. This only proved what my dearest brother had said to me on many occasions, 'Caring is a disadvantage'. After the whole Clara thing I took it in and stopped caring, I became detached from it all. However today I just cannot stop myself from crying, all I have done is drink, smoke and take my dear drugs. I had manage to hid them from Mycroft I just hope he doesn't suspect me to be taking them now, don't get him wrong he did check on me for a few months after but when he realized I wasn't going to take any drug he stopped looking and that's when I started using. 

Mycroft hadn't come to see me in several months now, and I think it was because of the fact that it was around the time Clara told him that they couldn't carry on with their little 'arrangement' like they had because of me. I had travelled the day before down too Coalville to go to Clara's grave; I stayed behind a tree as I watched Clara's grandmother came and went, once the surrounding area was covered with the darkness of the night I finally went up to her grave and lay down across it. 

"I'm so sorry Clara but I cannot do what you asked of me." I pull out the needle with Heroin out of my pocket, I knew how much was in the needle and I knew it was enough to do what I wanted it to do. I took off the protective cap of the needle and placed the needle sideways into my mouth, before I took off my jacket and rolled up my shirt sleeve so that it was just above my elbow. I then took the needle out of my mouth and injected it into my arm, as soon as the drug had entered my system I slowly started to fall asleep. All I could think of was Clara and all I could do was imagine; I lay back down across her grave and turned my head to look sideways, I could see Clara laying down next to me smiling at me like she had done many mornings before any of this happened. 

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Mycroft POV:

As I sat outside in my car I waited for darkness to take over the whole of the graveyard before I got out of my car and made my way over to her grave, I had decided months ago that I would come and see her grave. I also decided that this was going to be the last time I come to her grave, this was going to be the goodbye to Clara that I never managed to give her. Clara never liked the idea of a goodbye, and I believe that now I understand why. I believe that because she never had the chance to say goodbye to her father, that she would never give another goodbye because it would remind her of that very moment each time. 

I approached her grave slowly and carefully in case her old boss decided that for some strange reason that he wanted to still kill the ones she loved; however once I turned the last corner that would lead to her grave I noticed a body laying down across it, it took me a second before I realised who it was. I rushed over to my dear brother, noticing as soon as I get there a needle sticking into his arm. I ripped the needle out of his arm and pulled him up into my lap, I checked him over and over again noticing with each check that his pulse was slowly going. 

"Sherlock what have you done, I could of helped you Sherlock." I pulled out my phone and called for an ambulance. 

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The next night:

"What happened?" My brother asked as he started to wake up. 

"You know what happened Sherlock." 

"Yeah, I tried to overdose and now I'm laying down in a hospital bed. I am assuming it was you who found me and it was you who had saved me."

"Yes you are right to assume Sherlock, but why would you do this?"

"You know why Mycroft . . ." Sherlock spat at me with such hatred, "because of Clara, I never wanted to lose her I was going to be normal for once. We had an amazing relationship."

"Yes as you keep reminding me brother, you had a fun and caring relationship in many areas brother. I don't need to be reminded once again."

"Just leave me Mycroft, I don't want you here anymore. See you next time I try something shall I, bye bye brother dearest." I couldn't but up with my brother any longer so I left that stupid hosptial room and called mother to let her know, I had managed to book a car and a hotel near by for her to come down in and stay while Sherlock was in hospital. By the time she gets down here, I will be gone and it will be Sherlocks turn to watch her.

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(Back to the beginning with John in the flat.) 

Sherlock POV:

"There you go John the truth about everything, about how I did love and why I decided to not feel again. Clara broke me and I had to put the pieces together after everything John, today is the day she died John. The day that I lost everything because of a stupid case, but then again I shouldn't blame the case as that is the reason that we met." I sat back down in my chair and remained silent for the rest of the evening as well as the following two days.