Have You Missed Me (Series 1 Sherlock Fanfic)

There Melody

Sherlock had been busy with another murder in a bath two days after the other and John had been with him this time. Faith was in the flat doing some house work when Mrs. Hudson came up with her duster. 

"Darling you don't have to you know, I always do it." 

"Mrs Hudson, we always used to clean together, why can't we now?" 

"Well, we still can," 

"Wonderful, I'll clean the table then." Faith smiled and getting to work 

After the spring cleaning, both ladies sat down with some tea and biscuits. 

"So Mrs Hudson, how was Sherlock after I left?" Faith asked with interest 

"Well it took it quite good actually, he was fine until about a month later, he came back from the library and shot the wall 8 times in the kitchen. After that I think he started again, I informed Mycroft right away and everything turned out fine." 

"Sherlock, started using again?" Faith whispered 

"Yes, I know Sherlock doesn't always show his feeling Faith, but even after you two got married he still considered you as a friend and when you left it hurt him, I image it hurt you to." 

"I missed him so much, I thought he didn't need me so I left, I never thought of it that way really. He was fully open with him and now It feels like were strangers meeting again, like his fare away sometimes when I look at him." 

"That's only to be expected sweetheart..." she said back 

Faith picked up a biscuit and nibbled at it, pulling her feet to her chest. A moment of silence passed. 

"It'll be ok Faith, Sherlock will come around, he always does." Mrs Hudson reassured her 

Faith nodded and then they both heard the phone ring downstairs. Mrs Hudson quickly got up excusing herself and went to answer it. Faith sighed and closed her eyes,  after what felt like hours she opened them again. She looked around, life was boring without Sherlock, how did she live years without him. That's when she spotted it, his violin, the one she'd gotten him the Christmas before she left. She got up and walked over it up picking it up and running her fingers over the wood. 

She wondered if he still played, he was extremely good at it. They had even composed a melody together. Sherlock taught her to play a long time ago, but it only felt like yesterday, in fact it was the second thing she learnt off him. She stood straight, perfect posture held the violin in place and placed the bow on it. The first few songs were rusty but she remembered Sherlock's words. 

Remember Faith, good posture, know your notes, you can do this.

And she did, she ended up playing We Wish You A Merry Christmas perfectly, then started the song Sherlock and her wrote. Bit by bit it came together, she was so engrossed in playing she didn't know Sherlock had come back and was watching her. There was something in that melody, there melody that he berried deep within to never be dug up. But yet the simple tune brought back everything and he stood there frozen and she played wonderfully. 

Once the song was finished she put the instrument back were she found it and turned around to make some tea. She jumped when she saw Sherlock standing there, frozen, eyes stormy and he inhaled. 

"Sherlock, are you ok?" She whispered softly stepping closer to her 

"Faith.." He whispered back  

Sherlock looked into her eyes and he looking into hers, no words, just unspoken emotion that Sherlock had balled up and found another place for. Sherlock softly pulled away and she stepped back, looking up at him. His fingers softly ran over her cheek, he looked into her eyes like he'd found what he needed to inside of himself the one place he never went to he had gone to and he found what he needed there. 

"Sherlock," She whispered licking her lips 

He slowly leaned in so there foreheads were touching, both hearts racing, both pupils dilating. Her hands made there way around his neck, her breath had been taken away it was only them two. 

"Faith." He whispered back before softly cupping her cheek and pressing his lips to hers. Faith had kissed Sherlock before but never like this, this was real, the passion, the want, the frustration, the love. 

Once the separated she exhaled sharply eyes still closed and still fairly close to each other as John walked in. 

"Sherlock I got the information you wanted, of course I can't understand it like you always sa-" He stopped and he looked up at them 

Sherlock pulled away and looked up at John, 

"Thank you John," He said walking away from Faith and getting back into work 

After that Sherlock acted like it didn't happen, and Faith was feeling very strongly about him. She had to get away, for now anyway to keep her composure.