Sherlock Imagines

Argument on Baker Street

You sat alone in the apartment again. Sherlock had just ran out with John without uttering a single word to you not even a peck or kiss on the lips or check. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you entered the relationship but once in a while show of affection couldn't hurt could it? That was the question you asked yourself each and every day, every minute, every second however nothing seemed to be able to answer this question. Sometimes you wondered why you were still here but every answer came back to 3 simple words. 'I love him'. It wasn't that you wanted to leave it was that couldn't like you had been compelled by a vampire to stay with him always and forever. You felt like Curley's Wife from 'Of Mice and Men' unloved however not abused. He would never hurt you not physically anyway. It was the blankness he gave you, one time you had been shooting at the wall to get his attention however failed to do so. You hadn't realised you had been sat there for over an hour thinking until the door opened and Sherlock and John came in.

"How did it go Sherlock" you asked feeling hope that he may answer but it was shattered when he didn't.

"Sherlock, Sherlock, SHERLOCK" you screamed his name one last time which caught his attention

"No need to shout (y/n) I'm in the same room" Sherlock replied typing away on his phone

"No need to shout" you mumbled "no need to shout" you repeated getting angry but most of all upset "Well that's the only way you listen to me, you never listen to me or pay me any attention. I bet if I was bleeding to death you would walk straight over me. You pay more artesian to dead people than you girlfriend Sherlock. I ask myself everyday why I'm still here and you know what the answer always is I LOVE YOU but you can't seem to get it through that brain of yours which reminds me is ment to be so great. I'm sick of it Sherlock. I can't go on like this competing for your attention even Anderson gets more that me and that is through insults. I can't do this anymore. I'm done" you were crying by the end of your outburst, shocked at what you had said but you ran to the bathroom and locked yourself in there for once not caring anymore. 'He probably didn't even listen. Through one ear and out the other like always with you' you thought dryly. You climbed into the bathtub and pulled across the shower curtain eventually falling asleep with bright red puffy eyes curled in a ball

3rd person

Sherlock stood in shock. Everything you had said was true and now he felt something he had never felt before guilt and it was painful. Sherlock realised that he did in fact pay more attention to Anderson which made him cringe however he didn't realise the effect of blanking you had. John stood there in disbelief and he shook his head angrily at Sherlock.

"Sherlock in that bathroom is a beautiful, funny, smart, caring girl with a pure heart. You will never find anything like her and yet here you are standing there looking like you have been caught with your hand in a cookie jar. Now what your gonna do is your gonna go and talk to her and get down on your knees and beg for her forgiveness because only one girl comes around in a life time and your lucky you found someone you cared for you dick personality. Now go" John explains then ordered "I'm leaving to go round Mary's" and with that John left Sherlock standing there still as a weeping angel.

Sherlock snapped back into reality when he heard the front door slam shut an he walked to the bathroom silently. He sat outside the door back pressed on it.

"I didn't know you felt that way. I'm such an idiot. I never asked so what did I expect, I don't deserve you at all. What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry (y/n)" Sherlock explained then listened for a response but there as none.

He placed his ear on the door listing for any signs of life but none.

"(y/n)" Sherlock called but there was no answer and Sherlock began to panic.

The door handle wouldn't turn as he tried it due to being locked and Sherlock thought of no other option but to kick down the door not caring if you needed space. He needed to know if you where there to bring him comfort. He stood in the bathroom silent looking for anything out of the ordinary however when her heard shallow breaths and wheezing he ripped back the curtain to reveal a very messy you. Red puffy eyes with mascara down your checks in streaks curled up into a ball and shaking struggling to breath was only when he realised the pain and torture he had put you through.

Sherlock gently lifted you in his arms and carried you out and into his 'no our' corrected Sherlock himself mentally bedroom. Placing you on the bed but pulling the covered off first he lay you down gently taking in your broken state. He now felt guilt too much guilt and because it was new for him it came crashing down. He placed the covers over you gently and walked out into the bathroom and entered back into the bedroom with a warm wet flannel.

He cleaned your face slowly and gently wiping off the black stained mascara, and sticky tears. He got rid off the flannel and brushed your hair so the knots were out but doing it gently so you were not disturbed fro your slumber. He laid down next to you and pulled you onto his chest not used to the feeling but making an exception for you.

"I love you (y/n). Always and forever even I don't show it at all."