Sherlock Imagines

It wasn't a lie

As you sat there on a chair both John and Sherlock glared. Sherlock mostly though. They had just found out that you worked with not for but with Moriarty however everything that he did to Sherlock you didn't get involved in.

"Why?" Sherlock asked you the simple question

"He took me in Sherlock when my parents where killed. I was different and I was a freak who would want to look after a freak. He cared for me like a daughter, a sister, a friend. I never got involved with the games he played with you because 1) I didn't want to know and 2) he wouldn't tell me and lastly 3) because I would never ask. I love you but my background my past, I don't think you return those feelings anymore."

"Why lie about your feeling towards me" Sherlock asked in a cold voice

"I-" you started but your voice was cut off

"You know what just leave and never come back" Sherlock growled out at you.

You got up and left a single tear rolling down you face. A lone tear, like you, you were now alone. You turned your back on him another year escaping its prison and you walked out. You left and you left both looking back.

Two weeks later

Sherlock sat in his flat with Lestrade with him. He was in a panic, he had tried to call you but he couldn't get through in fact no one could. Police where out searching while Sherlock and Mycroft checked CCTV cameras.

"It's my fault. My fault" Sherlock repeated over and over.

People had begun to worry about your safety after the fourth day of your disappearance. A police officer came bursting through the door out of breath but smiling.

"We've found her" and with those three simple words Sherlock was out of the flat quicker than you could say murder.

As police cars reached the warehouse you were in, Sherlock was already at the door and he bursted in. The sight he was met with made him want to break down and cry, something he didn't even know due to the whole 'I don't have human emotions' thing.

There you were sat tied to a chair. Blood seemed to cover every ounce of your body. Black eye, split lip, swollen cheeks, blood was oozing from the large gash on your forehead while the cuts on your arms and legs had clotted up. A puddle a large one in fact, one that you would see after a thunderstorm laid underneath you. The occasional drip of blood could be heard. There was bullet hold in your abdomen with a large knife stuck in it. Blood was falling from you mouth and you eyes where partly closed. Your once healthy and bright blonde hair was now matted with dirt and grime as well as grease and the odd bit of blood.

Sherlock rushed over shaking your head for you to wake up. He was muttering words that not even John who was working in the ropes that held you body to the chair could hear. Sherlock slapped your face lightly and your eyes opened a bit and a small smile worked its way onto your face. The pain was at a all time high but your were prepared to go through it for the man you loved.

"It wasn't a lie" You gasped out

"No it wasn't. I love you. You.Need.To.Stay.Awake." Sherlock demanded at the end his soft voice leaving

"It..." You coughed up blood "a lie...I could, nev-ver l-lie to you" your voice had became a whisper you eyes where partly closed again

"Pleas stay awake, please" Sherlock begged as he eased the knife out from your abdomen. A small cry of pain worked its way past your lips and at the same time John had managed to cut the ropes causing your body to fall forward however only slightly due to the fact Sherlock had caught you.

Your eyes opened and with the strength you had left and as your hand feel upon his cheek, a tear slipped down Sherlock's face. You wanted to feel his cheekbones one last time. You wanted to see his greeny-blue eyes just one last time. But you needed his lips on yours one last time.

Your eyes landed on his lips and Sherlock without a second thought brought his lips to yours. Your lips danced together in a slow and passionate rhythm. The silence comfortable. As the kiss came to a end your life edged nearer to the cliff your were hanging onto but now you had seen him you could left go.

"Please don't leave me" Sherlock begged through a broken voice he was still holding you scared to let go

"Let me go" your voice barely a whisper "At least I got to see you one last time"

"I'm so sorry, I should of believed you. It's my fault" Sherlock whispered back. It was just you two in your own world.

"Everything I felt, every emotion to you Sherlock..." you had to stop for breath "It wasn't a lie" and with those last words you let go.