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London was going downhill since Moriarty came onto the scene.
He had pushed Sherlock into a corner, so it seemed.
John was talking about some kind of fall.
“The fall will be great, Sherlock” You remember him saying that as you were getting dressed in Sherlocks bedroom, after having rest from your anemic state.
Sherlock had drunk much more and had asked you for a blood donation for him. Saying something about not wanting to put you in danger.
Probably not wanting Moriarty to see that he had two pressure points.
John and You
You buttoned up your blouse as you exited the bedroom and wished John a good morning.
It wasn’t an unusual sight for the doctor anymore. He thought you two were together. You let him believe that. It seemed that he didn’t know that Sherlock was a vampire, and it was better to keep it that way for what was about to come.
You were on a case as you received the call.
Moriarty had killed himself.
And so had Sherlock Holmes.
He had jumped from the rooftops while on a call with John Watson.
You had become friends with John.
Hell you had practically moved in to 221B Baker Street.
You had spent many mornings with the soldier over breakfast, talking about a case while Sherlock was gathering evidence or wandering around and getting himself into danger.
John was a good friend.
You had grabbed your jacket from your chair and rushed out of the police station, the others following.
An armada of police cars rushed to the hospital, where Sherlock had jumped from.
His body had already been brought inside and confirmed dead.
You didn’t care right now as you knew that Sherlock was alive.
You had to find John. You had to find your friend.
“John!” You nearly yelled as you found him.
Pale. Distant. Leaning against a wall as he was sitting in a chair in the waiting area.
“Wanna go home?” You whispered as you crotched down in front of him and gently took his hands in yours.
“Wanna see Sherlock first?” You asked as he didn’t reply for a while.
He shook his head gently.
He was probably feeling sick to his stomach from what he had just witnessed.
You were told that he had been on the phone with him. Had heard his “last” words.
“Home” He whispered finally and you nodded.
You pulled him up gently and guided him to the car you came in, not letting go of his hand.
You drove to 221 and parked your car in the garage Mrs. Hudson had showed you a few months ago. You parked next to her orange sports car (well done Mrs. Hudson”) and helped John upstairs into the flat.
“Couch?” You asked and as he didn’t protest, you let him sit down there, before disappearing to the kitchen to make some warm tea.
The days went by like this. He got back to himself after some time. He was fully back by the time the funeral took place. You never left the flat.
“Do you want me to move out?” You asked after a month had passed.
You were sitting by the kitchen table, just finishing dinner together.
John had returned to his job as a doctor, not helping the police anymore. Sherlock was the mastermind, was what he had told Lestrade many times.
You had never pushed him, but you talked about your cases when he asked, and he gave his input on it. He didn’t want back without Sherlock, but he also didn’t mind hearing about it.
“I was about to ask you if you want to move in” John said as he looked up from his dinner at you.
“I like that” You said with a smile.
“But is it okay if Mrs. Hudson signs the lease over to me? Taking Sherlock out of it?” You asked, eyeing John.
“Or is it too early?” You added, leaning back in your chair.
“He isn’t coming back and I don’t want a stranger occupying this place”
“Why don’t you want to move out completely? Start fresh” You asked, watching him.
“It’s too early for that. And I don’t want to leave Mrs. Hudson behind” You nodded as he spoke.
“Good. I will ask her tomorrow and quit my apartment lease” You said as you got up and took the dishes.
“But John, if you are asking me to move in to potentially be your girl-“
“Oh no, don’t worry. I mean, you are attractive, but I see you as a friend. Friend only” He added and you nodded with a smirk.
“Goes for me too” You replied as you dried the dishes and put them back.
You were surprised by Sherlock’s first visit.
Or more how late it was. It was five months after his “death” as you felt his weight next to you in his bed.
John was out with a girl he met on the bus.
Nothing serious, just to not loose touch.
“Hmm?” You turned to the side as you had been nearly asleep as the vampire touched your cheek.
His hand was so cold.
“Hello there, y/n” You heard it.
The raw. The animal. The dry throat.
He hadn’t fed in a long time.
“It took you long enough” You whispered as you slowly scooted closer.
“Don’t kill me, Mister Holmes” You added in a whisper as you pushed your t-shirt to the side, exposing your shoulder to him, which he bit into instantly.
A soft moan escaped your lips as the high returned.
It had been so long. Way too long. He had kept you waiting. Your drug.
He was your addiction, and you were his.
“Gentle” You hissed and gripped his arm, not that it did anything as he was inhumanly strong.
But he relaxed his grip a little bit. His hand driving to your back and pulling you closer.
“You know, he misses you” You whispered as he was taking care of your wounds.
“John” You added, as he didn’t react.
“Can you prepare me some of your blood for takeout?” He asked, seemingly ignoring your words.
“For how long” You asked and winced softly as a soft sting shuddered through your shoulder.
“three years?”
“How much time do you give me?”
“One month?”
“No can’t do. I can give you a year for that month. You have to come back after that or feed on civilians again” You whispered and looked up into his eyes.
Your sight has adjusted to the darkness, letting you see his face more clearly.
“Hmmm… can’t do anything about it” He said as he sniffed your neck.
“Hey-“
“You smell like him”
“Like who?”
“Like John”
“Jealous?” You asked surprised.
“No. Take care of him. But don’t too much care. He is fragile. He is good. I don’t share” He said and you raised your eyebrows.
“Mister Holmes, since when am I your property?”
“You signed that away with your rules” He replied, you could have sworn you spotted a smirk on his lips.
“You will be gone for three years and you want to chastise me? Nu-uh I don’t think so” You hummed softly, trying to keep your voice low.
“You will have to”
“I will come get the blood at the end of the month, make sure you get enough taken”
“Yes, sir” You sighed and crawled back under the blanket.
“Sherlock-“ You stopped him from exiting out of the window.
“Stay save” You whispered as you looked into his face.
“You too, little one” He replied and vanished into the night.
“Mary!”
It’s been one year since Sherlock had picked up his blood package. Since he had vanished.
It’s been a year and a month after his death.
John had finally brought his girlfriend to 221B.
They had been dating for a month now.
“Welcome!” You welcomed her into the small round.
You had agreed to a game night. Molly, Mrs. Hudson, John and his girlfriend.
She was so pretty.
And nice too!
“You are moving in together?” You asked, surprised and delighted.
Since he had met her, you knew it would have been a matter of time.
“I hope you don’t mind?” John replied and you snorted.
“John, that’s life. It’s okay! I am happy for you! But I will hate you, if you forget me and Mrs. Hudson” You said and it was his time to smile now.
“I could never. Thank you for helping me after…. After Sherlock”
“Helping me get myself out there and still live life” He added and you hugged him.
“And you are doing so good” You chuckled into his shoulder.
He moved out at the end of the month. You helped.
Mrs. Hudson cried.
John promised to come over for tea.
Mary would visit too.
Mandatory game nights became a thing.
It was now three whole years since Sherlock Holmes had jumped into suicide.
John had been living with Mary for a while now. They were happy. You went to Sherlocks empty grave once a year. But not to his death anniversary. But to the day, that John had moved into 221B Baker Street. To remember the good times. Not the bad ones.
There were groups meeting up, discussing Sherlocks potential survival.
It was mostly Anderson, who didn’t want to accept his death, because he was faulting himself for it.
You just came home from work and plopped your stuff on the couch before heading over to the kitchen to get dinner started.
“Good evening” You hummed into the empty apartment. Lonelyness getting to you sometimes. “Good evening” You nearly screamed.
“Text before you come” You hissed as you turned around to the couch, where Sherlock was sitting on.
“Aww come on, you missed me” He said and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
It was so long since you had seen him and you couldn’t pinpoint your feelings.
You were happy, yes.
But why? He was a friend, yes. He was your drug, yes. But was there more?
Your heart had leaped into your throat as you had heard him voice, but not because you were scared, but because of a different feeling.
“Maybe” You replied and cocked your head to the side.
“You look different” You hummed.
“Where have you been?”
“Everywhere and nowhere”
“Secret missions?”
“Secret missions” He replied and got up.
“I got you some food” He added and opened the fridge.
“Oh so Russia?” You asked as you spotted Russian food.
“Sherlock?”
“Yes”
“Are you back?” You asked as you put the food into the microwave.
“Yes.” He replied after a pause.
“Oh god… John will kill you” You whispered, your eyes wide as you turned around and looked in his face.
“You will die, Sherlock. He will break your neck”
“Don’t be ridiculous! He is my friend! He will be happy to see me”
“Sherlock… oh no” You walked up to him, he was sitting by the kitchen table.
You took his face into your hands and studied his face.
“What are you doing?”
“Memorizing your pretty face, before John will absolutely destroy it”
“Y/N, please. It will heal”
“But still. It will be gory” You sighed.
“Welcome back” You added in a whisper and leaned down to hug him.
“We are hugging now?”
“Shut up, you drink my blood and we are friends”
“Friends?”
“Sir, I was sleeping in your bed for the last three years and looking out for our friend. I definitely get an upgrade from pet to friend” You pouted as you leaned back and looked into his face.
He was grinning.
“Asshole”
“Holy shit” You hissed as the door of the staircase opened and in stumbled a bloody Sherlock, followed by Mary and John.
“You knew? The whole time?” John glared at you and you shrunk behind your laptop.
“He was on a secret mission” You tried to defend yourself.
“Was this all a charade? Did he tell you to become friends with me?”
“John!” Mary exclaimed.
“He has a right to be mad. But I think I can remember quiet well that we were friends before Sherlock faked his death”
“Oh. Sorry” He mumbled and placed his death glare on Sherlock.
“Is this why you never moved out? I thought you were grieving?”
“I didn’t move out, because I gave up my own apartment to rent this place” You said and Sherlock turned to you, eyebrows raised.
“You moved in?”
“I moved in” You said with a shrug.
“Have fun with a female roommate” You said with a grin and closed your laptop, guiding Sherlock to the kitchen to take care of his face, not that it mattered, it will probably look like new tomorrow morning.
“How did he return into your life?” You asked John as you patted away the blood.
The couple had also sat down by the kitchen table and you had offered them some drinks.
John opted for tea while Mary asked for something stronger.
“Pretended to be the waiter”
“Oh Sherlock” You sighed and cleaned up his face with a stern look.
“I thought it would be funny”
“It would have been funnier if you wouldn’t have pretended to be dead for three years, you scumbag”
“John” Mary whispered and took a sip of her drink.
“How long have you known?” He asked you and you sighed.
“Don’t hate me, I suspected a fake from the beginning. I got a sign a month later” You whispered the last part, not daring to look in John’s face.
He was so pissed. Rightfully so.
John asked a few more questions before heading home with Mary. You hugged her goodbye, but giving John his space.
“A waiter?” You asked in disbelief as you turned to Sherlock, who was still sitting by the kitchen table.
“I thought it was funny”
“Sherlock” You sighed and switched off the light in the living room.
“Never mind that. Where will you sleep tonight? John’s old room is free” You said with a grin as you proceeded to walk to Sherlock’s old bedroom.
“What are you talking about? I am sleeping in my room”
“You haven’t paid rent for the last three years, what makes you think-“
“I actually did. Your money is back on your account since this morning. I asked Mrs. Hudson to keep it to the side until I return”
“Huh?!? You mean to tell me, I was sleeping in ‘your’ room the whole time? No!”
“Yes you did, Mrs. Detective” Sherlock replied with a grin.
“And I will be sleeping in my bed, thank you very much”
“You don’t even sleep!”
“I will tonight” He replied with a devilish smirk.
You haven’t seen that in a while.
“Go to hell, Mr. Holmes” You groaned and rolled your eyes.
You ended up sleeping in the same bed as Sherlock had picked you up and carried you to the bedroom for a late night snack.
You had fallen asleep as he had indulged in your blood. You had been too tired and the hazy feeling was getting the better off you. Plus it had been late anyways.
“They are getting married” You murmured into your pillow after your first few minutes of waking up and making sure Sherlock was beside you and you were not talking to thin air.
“I know. I saw the outline of the box in his chest pocket” Sherlock hummed and you turned around to look in his face.
“They are cute together, don’t you think?”
“She is indeed a fine choice for him” He said and looked over to you from the case file he was reading.
“Already back to work? How did Lestrade react?”
“He hugged me”
“He hugged you?”
“He hugged me” Sherlock replied and you rubbed your eyes.
“Okay. He hugged you. He never hugged me”
“You never faked your death, though”
“Yeah, you are right” You laughed and finally got up to get dressed and make yourself something for breakfast to make up for the lost blood.
“Did you knew he was alive?”
“Why me?”
“You moved into his place when he left”
“That would definitely mean I didn’t know he was alive”
“Y/N come on, you knew right?”
“Maybe, maybe not” You said with a shrug of your shoulders as you left the break room with your coffee.
Lestrade has been pestering you since you came in to work today.
Yes he knew that you had changed your address. As your boss and person who was paying you, he needed to know stuff. And it was in your personal file. Which were checked once a year for psychological and physiological evaluation.
“Sorry” You hummed as you nearly walked into someone as you had been lost in your thoughts.
“See you later” Sherlock replied as he walked out of your way, letting you pass.
“Oh! What are you doing here?”
“Back to work. Consulting Lestrade”
“Without John?”
“I’m letting him adjust. I will call him tomorrow with the details for this case. We will talk about it tonight over dinner” He ordered before moving on.
“With me? Oh come on. But you are getting the food” You called after him and he raised his hand and waved it in approval.
“So you and the freak are together now?” Donavan asked you as you turned the corner.
“Jesus” You hissed as she actually scared you.
Waiting there, like an animal ready to pounce.
“No, we just live together”
“Just. Oh come on y/n, you and the freak are together, right?”
“Nope. I don’t know if you have noticed, but he is not interested in relationships with us normal human beings” You said with a shrug and moved on.
“But maybe you still have a chance, Donavan. Seeing that I am not his Pringle and still Single” You said with a shrug and went to your office.
Too many people today.
“Polish food?” You asked, raising your eyebrow as you spotted the take out bag on the table.
“I thought you would like it” Sherlock said as he looked up from his laptop in the living room.
“Haven’t had it in a while” You murmured as you took off your jacket and shoes and walked over to the take-out bag to look what exactly was inside there.
“Ohhh!” You exclaimed.
Pierogi! Polish dumplings!
“Will you be having clients today?”
“No, done for today”
“Okay, I want to take a shower before dinner” You hummed and closed the box again, and went through your evening routine.
You took a hot shower, washing your hair and putting it up in a towel before getting dressed in your pajamas (sweatpants and a random shirt), having to push through the tshirt as you fucked up the order again and your massive towel needed space.
“You eating too or is it all for me”
“Coming” Sherlock replied as he closed his laptop while you got the plates.
“I still haven’t figured it out. So you also eat human food?” You asked, curious.
“Human food for the taste, blood for sustenance and energy” He replied as he sat down.
“It’s like you would eat paper as a human. It doesn’t fill you with energy but it fills your stomach. That comparison is a little bit far fetched, because human food actually has a taste for me, while paper doesn’t taste like anything. But I do hope you know what I ment to say” Sherlock said as he sat down and split the food for the both of you, giving you the bigger portion.
“I get it” You chuckled as you dove into your food happily.
It does feel like a relationship, doesn’t it?
Damn you Donavan placing stupid thoughts into your stupid mind.
“So, what case are you working on?” And that started the evening conversation.
“I want you,….. to be my best man”
You nearly walked out of the apartment as you heard those words.
“Sherlock? Hello?”
“Did he freeze?” You asked as you walked around the corner to spot the two in the living room.
“I guess” John said with a sigh.
“That’s what happens to you, when you only have two friends” You said and waved your hand in front of Sherlock’s face.
“Hello, earth to Sherlock” You hummed and stuck your face right in front of his, only inches away from his, breathing in his face.He started to blink again, looking straight into your eyes before backing away, making you grin.
“Welcome back, best man” You joked and placed the bag with groceries on the kitchen counter.
“I did. I am. Yes” Sherlock stuttered and looked up at John.
“Best man”
“Best man” John sighed happily.
“You got your speech?”
The last few days had been awful. Sherlock was planning more than the happy couple. John was taking Sherlock out on cases, like a puppy.
Taking him for a walk.
You had helped Mary meanwhile.
It had been a fun time.
What was unnerving a little bit, how everyone was talking about a change that was about to happen. As if Mary and John wouldn’t hang out at 221B anymore when married.
But you all knew that John was still addicted to the cases and Mary had jumped onto the bandwagon too.
It was just too fascinating to watch Sherlock work.
You came home in the morning after the wedding. You had danced the whole night with other drunk people and the married couple.
You stumbled up the stairs and pushed open the door to the living room.
You had brought Mrs. Hudson home first and helped her into her bed. You had never thought that you would get shitfaced with your landlady.
You didn’t make it far yourself as you dropped down on the couch, face first, sighing in relief.
Home.
“Oh, hello”
Not home! Not home! Not home!
“Hello?” You murmured as you got up slowly and looked confused to the kitchen as you heard a female voice.
“I hope you are not Sherl’s girlfriend, because this will be really awkward” Janine exclaimed as she eyed you.
A hot feeling spread across your body, followed by instant cold.
You felt like you were about to puke.
She was standing there in Sherlock’s dress shirt, her underwear and messy hair.
“Roommate” You murmured.
“I think the alcohol got me” You added and rushed downstairs to Mrs. Hudson’s bathroom.
Everything was better than being upstairs right now.
You headed back after a few rounds on the toilet, emptying your stomach out.
You crawled into John’s bedroom and under the covers.
“Bloody hell” Was the last thing you whispered before passing out.
Thank God it was Sunday or Lestrade would have handed your ass to you.
You got into the kitchen around 2PM on that Sunday and checked if the coast was clear before walking to the counter to make yourself some tea.
You noticed the apartment was really quiet. Were they both gone?
You cracked open the door of Sherlocks room and indeed, it was empty.
Perfect opportunity to get your clothes and move upstairs.
It hurt a little bit, but hey, you were not his girlfriend.
But it still stung. You had noticed long ago that you had a massive crush on the consulting detective.
I mean, it was hard not to.
He was up in your neck at least once a week. His hands holding your body close, touching you gently, while his scent engulfed you.
His raw voice in your ear when he surprised you from the shadows.
A shudder ran down your spine at those memories.
“Fucking hell” You whispered under your breath at them.
You grabbed your stuff and turned around to leave and crashed right into Sherlock’s chest.
“What do you think you are doing?” Sherlock asked as he leaned down, fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to make you look at him.
“Getting my stuff, so your girlfriend won’t be confused”
“Makes sense” He murmured, but not letting go.
“Hmm” He hummed as he leaned down to your neck, smelling it, making you whince a little bit, tilting your head to the other side.
“You are hungry?” You asked, your eyes screwed shut, his breath tickling your neck.
You were standing there, gripping your clothes to your chest.
“A little bit, but that’s not it” He murmured driving his nose over your neck.
“What is not it?” You asked, confused.
“You smell different”
Could he smell emotions now?
“You normally seem very happy and eager when you see me. Happy to let me eat. But something is different today” He said as he leaned back again, looking over you, studying you.
It was so obvious what it was, but was it also obvious to him.
“Maybe the hangover?” You suggested as you opened your eyes again, looking up at him.
“Speaking off, I didn’t eat today. Do you mind if I eat first?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.
He was still studying your face before nodding slowly, letting you free.
You got out and to your new room, putting your stuff down and sitting down for a minute.
What will you do?!
It felt repulsing having him this close after seeing Janine this morning.
“Jesus” You whispered and leaned your head back.
You were sitting in the only chair in the room and closed your eyes as you thought about the situation.
You were definitely jealous. It hurt. It hurt that even though you were his blood bank and touching you like this, he had walked off and into a relationship or a one-night stand with a complete random stranger.
It was his body. His choice. But it still hurt.
You sighed.
You had to get a grip on your feelings. You weren’t a little girl anymore. You weren’t a teenager getting her feelings broken. You were a woman of age.
Yes you have been waiting for him to return and haven’t gone on dates with anyone. Why? Because you liked Sherlock Holmes.
You liked him a damn lot.
But he didn’t care for you romantically.
He cared as a friend. As a vampire who was weakening you every time he fed on you. But not as a lover.
You sighed again.
Your chest felt heavy.
It was Sherlock Holmes. What have you expected.
You got downstairs after you got a grip on yourself and checked what was in the fridge.
You could make tuna pasta. There were enough ingredients for that.
And skipping breakfast with a hangover sounded very good right now.
“Heard you had a late night” Sherlock hummed from the living room, already back to work on a case.
“Yeah, Mrs. Hudson drank me under the table. The woman is a demon” You joked as you put the pasta into the cooking water.
“Didn’t you too? Janine asked me if I was your girlfriend” You laughed softly as you stirred the spaghetti in the hot salty water.
“Yeah she told me about it, she was worried that you lied” He added as he flipped though his files.
“Sherlock Holmes got himself a girlfriend” You grinned as you watched the pasta boil.
“She is nice. And very pretty” You added as you opened the tuna can and getting the water out of it.
“Seems like it” Spoken like a real man. You rolled your eyes.
“Cherish her or she will be gone some day” You said, pointing your wooden spoon at him.
“Isn’t she a secretary in a big company. See even got yourself a successful woman. Mycroft will approve” You added as you turned back to your pasta, checking if it was done already.
“Probably. I will probably have to hold him back so he will not make her his secretary” Sherlock replied, closing his files.
You finished up cooking and got yourself a portion, digging in.
You were so goddamn hungry.
You came home from work two days later, closing the main entrance door after you and heading upstairs. You were about to open the door to the living room, but heard Janine giggle and John talk. Not the kind of scene you wanted to enter on, so you walked upstairs, to your newfound room. It was around noon, you had worked all night, writing your reports after closing up a case successfully.
You kicked open the door of your bedroom and dropped down on the bed, pressing your face into your pillow. You bit back a groan as you heard the door open downstairs and her heels klick down the stairs.
Jealousy.
Sweet little jealousy.
Maybe it was time to go out tonight. Drink something. Meet new people.
You nearly groaned again on that thought. You hated going out.
But you also needed a change.
Maybe that would be the change. Loving to go outside and drinking with random people you had never seen in your life, and hopefully will never see again.
Let’s be real, you were his friend and food. Not his girlfriend or anything romantic.
You got up with a sigh as your stomach was killing you and wanted to go downstairs, but were stopped as the house door was opened and you heard heavy footsteps walking upstairs.
Something didn’t feel right.
You walked back and closed the door of your room, hand on the gun on your hips.
Something felt really wrong.
You could hear the heavy footstep get into the living room, someone talking.
And then new footsteps…. Walking to your door.
Shit!
You stumbled backwards and fell on the bed right as the door opened.
You pulled your gun and pointed it at the huge man who entered your room.
“Someone is up here”
“Bring them down” Someone replied.
The man was quickly in front of you, way too quick for your tired body to react.
He grabbed the gun out of your hand, nearly breaking your wrist, what made you cry out in pain.
“You fuck” You hissed as he grabbed you by your collar and dragged you out of the room and downstairs.
“Let me go! I can walk by myself” You groaned as you stumbled down the stairs, while being held so uncomfortably.
He pushed you into the living room, what made you stumble to your knees.
“Thanks, asshole”
“You know what is going on?” John whispered to you as you got up on your feet.
“No clue” You whispered back.
Charles Augustus Magnussen was going on.
The man arrived. Said his words. Pissed into the fireplace and left.
Fucking disgusting.
Sherlock and John talked about him as he left, while you prepared yourself something small to eat. After that show, you could puke.
Janine came back in the evening. You had been asleep as the door was slammed shut from the living room, which woke you up. It was only 7PM, but after pulling an all nighter, you weren’t a happy day person.
You had a goddamn headache, that was happening.
You rolled to the side and grabbed your water bottle, chugging on it, hoping it would help as you heard Janine giggle downstairs in the darkness.
Bitter.
Jesus, you need to get a life.
You went out. You actually went out. You couldn’t fall asleep anymore, so you decided to get dressed and head out. You pulled out the sluttiest clothes you could find, which was hard, since you worked at the police station and actually didn’t own anything slutty.
A pair of black high heeled boots with over knee length, a pair of tights underneath for the cold (London never was a warm place), black shorts and a spaghetti strap crop top, which you bought somewhere for a pound and a leather jacket on top. Some dark make up on your face and your hair up in a high pony tail. Time to get drunk. Or at least go dance.
You wanted to dance again.
You found a pretty full club a few streets away. You got inside, getting actually checked for ID and got to the bar. You ordered three shots of whatever was the cheapest and shot them down. You had to work in the morning, but wanted to get a little drunk. It was only 9PM. You probably won’t stay long.
You took a few steps back as others wanted to order and tried to make out the song.
You were surprised in the same time as a group of girls pulled you into their circle and dance with you.
It was fun. You laughed with them even though you didn’t knew them. They were pretty and nice.
The music was too loud to actually talk with them, but that was not why you were there anyways.
They bought you a few more shots, while already pretty wasted. You even helped one of them in the bathroom.
“You know… you are very pretty” She hummed as she spit out the water in the sink, after emptying her stomach into the toilet, having her hair held up by you.
“Are you single?” She asked with a small smirk on her lips.
“Yeah, but-“
“Oh my god, we need to find you a guy! We are celebrating Angies engagement, so it is a perfect fit to help you find someone. Come on!” She giggled and grabbed you by your wrist, pulling you back upstairs on the dancefloor.
You could hear her scream something to the other girls and they all looked at you and started to scream.
They were all probably on board with this.
Made you laugh.
You drank a bit more with them, the room started to spin a bit.
You felt happy and sad at the same time.
They didn’t find you a guy, what was definitely fine.
You got to the bar a last time, to get them all a farewell shot as it was fucking late,.. holy shiiiit it was already 2AM, Lestrade will kill you.
“Hey there, haven’t seen you before” You heard someone speak into your ear.
Their breath hot on you.
“Hi!” You jumped surprised as you looked in the direction of the person.
He was handsome without a doubt.
“Does that mean, that you are here often to pick up girls?” You asked with a grin and ordered a round of shots as the bartender interrupted your little stare off.
“No, just chose the less cheesiest pick up line I could think of in the few seconds I spotted you. Better than, hey beautiful, want to go home with me”
“Yeah, could have definitely been worse” You laughed.
“Care for a dance?”
“I’m sorry-thank you- but this is my last round and then I’m off” You thanked the bartender in between as he placed the five shots in front of you.
“Hope to see you again someday, then” He said and you disappeared between the dancing people.
You gifted them their shots and hugged them goodbye as it was time for you to leave.
“Get home save!!” They all screamed and you left with a grin on your face.
It was fun, but let’s see if it was worth the next morning.
You stumbled back home, your feet were killing you. But the fresh cold air sobered you up a bit.
You weren’t that drunk. You told yourself.
Of course you were. You were fucking intoxicated and Lestrade will hand your ass to you in the morning.
“Hey, wait!” You heard someone yell behind you.
Perfect. You didn’t need that right now.
“Hmm?” You turned around but the person was quicker.
You were grabbed by your arm and pulled into a dark alley, pushed against the wall.
“I thought that I would see you again” You recognized the voice.
The man from the bar. Obviously.
“You shouldn’t walk home alone at this time” He breathed out.
You felt his leg between yours, driving up.
His hands were on your wrists, raising them and pinning them above your head. He grabbed yours with one large hand, while his other hand went down your body.
“You may want to stop that” You warned him as you snapped out of your drunken state.
You were still a cop with training.
“You should have went home with me” He chuckled and unbuttoned your shorts as he leaned down to bite your neck, leaving a mark.
“You little shit” You hissed in pain.
You pulled on your wrists hard, but he didn’t budge. Perfect. Definitely stronger than you.
You pulled your leg up, twisted it around 90° and kicked him right in the side. You couldn’t muster up much of your strength, because of the painful angle, but it got enough into him to let go and take a step back.
“You shouldn’t have done that” He warned but was too late.
You kicked him again in the stomach and as he doubled over, you punched him hard in the face.
“You are under arrest” You told him his rights as your wrapped your belt around his wrists and pushed him out of the alley.
Thank god the police station wasn’t that far.
You walked him to the station and booked him in. You would write the report in the morning. You just told the officers the story and they took in your report and took pictures of your neck and wrists, before letting you leave.
You arrived home an hour later and dropped dead in your bed, only kicking off your shoes, but too lazy to get undressed before falling asleep.
You were woken up by your door creaking open. Your hand was instantly on the gun under your pillow. You turned around, facing the door, pushing the gun into someones chest.
“I thought we were friends” You heard Sherlocks voice and relaxed again.
“Sorry, after that fiasco with Magnussen, I was a bit… skeptical” You said, still a little bit on edge, pushing the gun down.
“Hungry?” You asked as you sat up, tired and definitely reeking of alcohol.
Before you could gain your balance, his fingers were already in your hair and pulling your head to the side, gently.
“Yes” He growled and pushed his fangs into your neck, what made you hiss.
It hurt a little bit.
“Sherlock” You breathed out as his grip on your hair got tighter.
His other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap as he was sitting on your bed.
You legs were spread around his middle and your chest flush again his. His smell was all around you, but the high didn’t come this time.
Which made this session a lot more painful and real than the others.
You gripped his arm while digging your nails in his back. That is when you noticed that he was shirtless. Probably had his fun with Janine and too hungry to put something on.
“Hurts” You chocked out, but he didn’t budge.
Can’t get between a man and his meal.
He buried his face deeper in your neck, his soft hair tickling you.
You tried to push him off as the pain got a bit worse. He had released you and bit into your shoulder instead, taking more of your blood.
“Please” You breathed out, breathlessly. You were panting, your head was spinning.
It got very cold out of a sudden and your lips and hands felt numb.
“Sherlock” You whispered, your hand falling off his back and dangling next to you.
Your grip on his arm also lessened and it fell down his side, resting on your thigh.
“Why do you smell like someone else” He growled into your ear as he pulled you against him, his nose deep in your hair, smelling you.
“I was out. I got assaulted” You murmured, on the verge of passing out.
“Who was it” He growled, you could hear anger in those words.
“I brought him to the station. He won’t bother anyone for a while”
“Good girl” He breathed in your ear, biting it gently.
His breath tickled a bit.
“You reek of alcohol”
“Had too much” You hummed as his hand was slowly moving over your back.
“You should take a shower in the morning”
“HmmM” You nodded slowly, leaning your head further back into his hand, arching your back a bit with this movement.
“I’m cold” You whispered as the bloodloss got you again.
“Let’s put you in something warmer” He murmured after licking over your bleeding wounds.
He let go of your hair, holding you in place with one hand and the other pulling your top off. Or actually the fabric, you wouldn’t call this a top, respectfully.
He placed you down on the bed and undid your shorts. His cold long fingers hooked into them and your tights, allowing them to pull them off together.
“Cold” You whispered as you pulled your legs up and curled up into a ball on your side.
“Let me” He whispered, taking your hands in his and raising them, sliding a jumped over your head.
“Worm” You murmured into it as he pulled it in place.
“Now the pants” He whispered, taking your right leg and pulling one jogger leg up to your knee, before also clothing the other one and pulling them up to your butt.
His hand got under your lower back and raised you a little bit, to pull them up completely.
You felt like a doll, unable to move. Unable to think. Just laying there.
“thank you” You hummed into the night and rolled to the side, shivering.
“Excuse me for taking so much tonight” He said as he covered you with your blanket, making sure you were completely covered.
“S, alright” You slurred, so damn tired.
“You should sleep in my bed again” You heard him say firmly.
“Butt… Janine” You murmured, not able to keep your eyes away.
“Don’t worry, she won’t be here for long” He whispered into your ear, before… you could have sworn… kissing it.
After that you were gone.
You were a zombie the next day.
You earned a gasp from Janine as you stumbled downstairs to get you some tea before work and that is how you remembered what happened last night.
Sherlock shot you an alarming look what made you look into the mirror in the bathroom.
“Bloody hell” You murmured
You looked like shit. Your neck was red and purple, mostly Sherlocks doing. Your eyes were bloodshot and dark circles danced around them. Your face was overall pretty pale and your lips had a light, very light, blue tint to them. Thanks Holmes for nearly killing me.
You rolled your eyes and got back out of the bathroom, grabbing a scarf and wrapping it around your neck.
“You sure you want to go to work like that?” Janine asked before you could walk out.
“Have to get the guy arrested who did this” You just replied and walked out of the apartment.
You were so goddamn tired.
You wrote your report and stared off into your coffee mug, watching the content sploosh around.
“Hey y/n” You looked up from the dark sea and at the entrance of your office.
John and Mary were standing there.
“Here for a case?” You asked and Mary smiled at you.
“John is. I am out for today. We wanted to see how you were holding up” Mary said and walked up to you.
“Sherlock said that you had a rough night and a doctor should check you out” John said as he followed his wife.
“It is nothing”
“he said that you would say that. Show me” John said and you sighed in defeat and took off your scarf.
“Bloody hell” John whispered and Mary shot him a look.
“How are you feeling, did he put anything in your drink?” Mary asked and you shook your head.
“I don’t think so” You hummed.
John checked out your throat while Mary was taking care of your wrists, which also took a bit of damage.
“L/N” All of you flinched as you heard Lestrade.
John and Mary took a step back while you quickly put your scarf back around your neck.
“You should head home for today. There are no new cases and you don’t look so well” He said.
He was probably informed about the assault in the night.
“Yes, sir” You replied and got an understanding look from Mary.
She brought you back home while John went back to working with Sherlock.
She stayed, making you something warm to eat before also soon leaving.
She was already taking care of you, she will be a great mother.
You heard that Sherlock has been shot.
He had confronted Magnussen the following day and has been shot in his office.
Well actually you heard that he proposed to Janine and got shot in his office.
Was he high?
You passed Janine on your way there, and she grabbed your wrist, making you stop.
“May I help you?” You asked confused.
“Take care of him, okay?” She asked before leaving.
What was going on?
You got into his room and looked over the vampire confused.
“What happened?” You asked as his eyes met yours.
You closed the door behind you and slowly walked over to him, pulling a chair up to the bed.
“I have to get out of here”
“no, Are you serious? You got shot!”
“Vampire, remember? It will heal”
“Then let it heal” You said firmly, pushing him back into the bed, as he was sitting up.
“Y/N”
“No y/n me” You said, staring him down.
“You could have died”
“I will if the person finds me here. Y/N. Will you help me?”
“Will you tell me everything what is going on?”
“Only if you get me out of here”
“Deal”
It was a few days before Christmas. Sherlock had revealed to John what his wife was, who his wife was.
He had been sleeping in his old bed since then, thinking. Mary was awaiting her penalty.
You had moved back to Sherlock’s bed to allow John his privacy.
The first night had felt awkward for you, since you knew what he had done to Janine in this bed.
“Can we get new sheets?”
“Why? These are perfectly fine” Sherlock said as he looked from you to the bed and back at you.
You were standing in front of it, staring at it.
“I don’t like them anymore. Get new ones” You said again, not looking up from the bed.
“Fine. You are acting strange”
“So be it” You said with a shrug and turned to the closet und hung up your clothes.
“Tomorrow I will-“
“Uh nuh. Now”
“Now?” Sherlock asked surprised.
“Yeah, now!”
“It is 7PM? You think you can find new sheets in one hour”
“Yes. Let’s go” You said and grabbed his wrist, dragging him out of the apartment.
“We will bring food. Be back in one” You called upstairs, to let John know he was alone.
“Happy?” Sherlock asked as you curled up under the blanket.
“Happy” You hummed with a smirk on your lips.
You had made him wash them and dry them before putting them on. Fresh and soft.
“Is it because of-“
“Shut up. I just wanted new sheets” You hummed and buried yourself in your pillow.
“It is definitely because of-“
“You can burn the old ones”
“Sure” You could heard the smirk in his voice.
“Were you jealous?”
“Why should I be?” You asked the next night.
He was reading through his case files, while you were scrolling through your phone, checking out a cat video. Your brain was fried because of work
“What do you think about cats? Would be nice to have one, huh?”
“Don’t change the subject” Sherlock warned, not looking up from his files.
“Jealous of what?” You asked, not looking up from your phone.
“Of Janine”
“I would love a cat right now. They are so cute”
“Y/N”
“Yes, are you happy now?” You asked, looking over at him with a glare.
His eyes were on you. Eyeing your face. His eyes wandering down your form under your blanket.
“Do you harbor feelings for me?” He asked, narrowing his eyes a little bit at you.
“Obviously? Do you think touching me like that will not spark emotions after some time?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
“Like a crush?”
“Probably more, but I am not sure” You said with a shrug.
How could you talk so casually about it? You wanted to die right here, right now.
“Y/N…”
“Shush you, I know you don’t do romantic stuff. You are Sherlock Holmes” You said and turned back on your side, scrolling through cat stuff.
“I will get over it some day. Find someone and get married with them. Get a cat and die. While you will live your immortal life” You hummed.
He stayed silent for a while, probably thinking.
He inhaled sharply after some time and you could hear the files falling to the ground.
“Huh?” You turned around again and looked up at him.
He leaned over you, his normally blue eyes glowing a dark red.
“I don’t like that?”
“You don’t like the cat?” You squeaked; a little bit shocked.
“Someone else touching you” He growled in a whisper, pulling you into his arms.
“We are not a couple, Sherlock” You whispered back as his fingers drove down your back, making you shiver.
“You are mine” He growled into your hair.
“I am just a pet to you” You breathed out, as he pulled you up, making you look into his eyes.
“We could be so much more” He breathed against your lips, before diving in gently, kissing you.