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CHAPTER 1 THE MEETING

‘’I-I d-don’t know.’’ You answer at his question.
‘’Well, think!’’ he says impatiently.
A handsome man with a big mustache walks up to you and guides you to a chair. With his hands on your shoulders he pushes you down on the chair, kind but a bit forcefully. When he is sure you sit comfortably, he takes a few steps back draws with his mouth. The man with the moustache turns to the other man and says ‘’Holmes, you shouldn’t be too harsh on her. Look at her! She looks like she just had run a bloody marathon! Let her rest!’’ You look to the window and see your own reflection in the window glass. You’re startled of your reflection. What you see is not the woman you once were, although you can’t remember how you exactly looked like before the accident, you surely know that this reflection in the window glass is not you. Not the normal you.

The man that was called ‘Holmes’ walks op to you and sits on his haunches. He looks you in the eye. You can’t do anything but to look back at him. His eyes are brown, not ugly brown, but elegant brown.
‘’So what you are saying is, that you can’t remember why you are here? And what happened before?’’ he asks with disbelief.
You nod. ‘’I can’t remember a thing.’’ You whisper.
He brings his hand on your head and strikes with his thumb on your forehead. He frowns. ‘’Doctor Watson’’ he says ‘’take a look at this wound on het fore head.’’ And he steps back.

The man with the moustache- who is probably called Doctor Watson- walks up to you and bends before you so he could see your wound clearer. He also frowns and he clears his throat. ‘’It is not a big wound, but it’s very deep. Could you hand me the bottle of antibiotic, Holmes?’’ he asks the man besides him. The man nods and walks to a large closet and pulls it open. He looks to the upper plank in the closet and grabs a bottle of antibiotic. ‘’Could you also give me a small towel please?’’ Doctor Watsons asks without looking to the man. The other man made a sound that sounded like an ‘uh-hu’. The man grabs a towel from the round table that stands in the middle of the room and walks to Doctor Watson. He gives him the small bottle of liquid and the towel. Doctor Watson takes the bottle of liquid and puts a small amount of liquid on the towel. He lays the wet towel your head. You feel a flash of pain and you narrow your eyes and frown your eyebrows in reflection. ‘’Sorry’’ Doctor Watson apologizes and after a few minutes the pain becomes less painful and you stop frowning. Doctor Watson stands up and lays the towel and the bottle of antibiotic on the table. The man that was called Holmes now approaches you again and continues his bombardment of questions.

‘’Do you remember your name?’’ he asks you slowly. Your name? You search for the answer somewhere in your head but you can’t find it. You feel like a fool. You can’t even remember your own name. ‘’N-no. I can’t remember. I remember nothing.’’ You answer.
‘’Do you at least remember what happened before you got here? You were brought here by a coach driver, he said he found you along the road in the gutter! You really don’t know what happened?’’ he asks you again, now he sounded a bit more like he was losing his patience. You are getting uncomfortable.
‘’I said, I can’t remember anything! Nothing!’’ you say angrily. You were not angry because the man that was called Holmes did not believe you, but because you didn’t remember a bloody thing. Like your brain was just an empty space filled with nothing, or a book without pages and letters.

You felt empty.

Doctor Watson placed a hand on Holmes’ shoulder and said ‘’You must stop now. Let her rest. She is suffering of a concussion, she can’t remember a thing now. Maybe tomorrow she will. Let her sleep in my bed. I will sleep on the couch.’’ Holmes turns his head slightly and then nods, almost impossible to see, but you saw it. ‘’Obelia!’’ Holmes shouts. ‘’Yes, yes I’m coming mister Holmes!’’ And as soon you heard the word ‘Holmes’ said by a female voice you saw someone approaching in the doorway. ‘’There you are Obelia’’ Sherlock says to the woman. She is wearing a simple dress with a white cotton cap on her head. Her white long hair has she done in a braid and her face seems nice. Like that type of a caring, loving grandma. Something you’ve never had. Or seen.

‘’Well, who is that lady?’’ She looks startled ‘’She has to take a bath and a good rest! Look at her!’ the old woman says. ‘’Yes, yes, yes I know. Could you bring her to Doctor Watson’s bed?’’ Holmes asks. The older woman raises one eyebrow and just as she wanted to say something, Holmes cut her off ‘’Doctor Watson will sleep on the couch tonight.’’ Holmes says to the older lady and she nods.

‘’Come with me child!’’ Obelia says and she walks to the chair you’ve been sitting in. You stand up and let yourself carry away by the older woman. Just as she helps you walk up the stairs she notices something. ‘’Child, why don’t you have a corset on? You have this lovely dress on, but where is your corset?’’ She asks with worried eyes. ‘’I-I don’t know miss.’’ You say sadly. ‘’It’s okay’’ she answers and guide you to a room. She pushes the door open and brings you inside. She points at the bed ‘’Here could you sleep tonight’’ She pauses ‘’Do you need anything else? Maybe a good bowl of soup?’’ She asks. To be honest you are pretty hungry, but you are too tired to care. ‘’No thank you.’’ You say politely. ‘’A bath maybe? Or would you like to get a bath tomorrow?’’ she asks. You nod ‘’I would like to get a bath tomorrow miss.’’ You, again, say politely. She nods and then walks out of the room.

You walk to the bed and sit down. You let your eyes see every little detail of the room, it is pretty cozy. You see a few furniture’s and a big table with papers all over it. The tapestry on the ground is very soft and because the tapestry begins by the door step, you are almost welcomed by the room. You close your eyes and lay down. A bunch of pillows and warm sheets welcomes you. You close your eyes and soon you fall in a deep sleep.
But what you didn’t know is that when you were asleep, a couple of eyes saw you lying on the bed. You had a very attractive face, he thought. A beautiful body, but it was probably taken by hundreds of men. He stands in the doorway and after a few minutes he turns around and walks to his own chamber.

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You are awaken by a sweet, soft voice. Not a female voice, but a deep man voice. Probably the voice of Doctor Watson, who wanted to wake you up. With a little smile on your face you open your eyes and what you see is not Doctor Watson, but Mister Holmes. Your smile disappears immediately. ‘’Good morning miss.’’ He says to you. ‘’Good morning Mister Holmes.’’ And you rub in your eyes.

Mister Holmes looks at you and asks ‘’Do you maybe remember something now?’’
You look at him and you see that his face expression is a bit worried, just a bit.
‘’Well..’’ you begin to say. ‘’I do remember my name. I don’t know how I remembered but in my dream that I had last night someone screamed a name. So I think the name he screamed, was my name.’’ you say as you crossed your legs.
Holmes’s eyes widen and he raises his eyebrows ‘’You had a dream? What sort of dream?’’ he asks impatiently. Why did he wanted to know that? It was just a dream.

‘’Just a dream. Why?’’ you ask him.
‘’Because’’ He took a deep breath, not because what he was going to say next was awful, but because he thought your question was the stupidest question on the whole earth. You immediately frown your eyebrows and bite your lower lip ‘’Because it may not have been a dream. It could have been a flashback, not a dream.’’ Sherlock finishes his answer. You raise one eyebrow and you look away from Holmes’ face. Your question was indeed a stupid question. You should have known better. ‘’Now could you please tell me what exactly happened in your dream?’’ He asks. You turn your face to Holmes’ face, close your eyes and begin to tell.

‘’I stood in a land full of trees. A forest I think.’’ You hear the sound of paper, Holmes is probably writing things down. ‘’It was dark and I felt scared. Why I don’t know. I felt hands on my waist and was thrown in a wooden box. I couldn’t get out and I saw nothing, it was too dark to see. After hours the box was opened and a face looked at me. I can’t remember how the face looked like but I know it was a man. He pulled me out of the box and as soon as I knew what was going on I felt suddenly cold. I couldn’t breathe and I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. the last thing I heard was a loud shout, screaming: (Y/n). Then it all went dark and everything after became a blur.’’ You open your eyes and look to Holmes, who is writing the things you’ve said down on a piece of paper.

‘’You think it may have really been a flashback? That all of the things I just said really happened?’’ You ask sad and with disbelief. Holmes’ looks at your face and says, ‘’It could be a flashback yes, but maybe only little parts of it. Not everything that you have dreamed about could be a flashback. It could also be that your mind has to process the things that happened to you, so you see this kind of ‘dreams’ when you are asleep.’’
You nod and look through the window. It is probably midday but you can’t tell for sure because of the rain. ‘’(Y/N)..’’ Holmes’s says almost whispering, but loud enough for you to hear it. You turn your face to that from Holmes’ and look at him ‘’Yes, Mister Holmes?’’ you ask.
‘’Oh nothing. I was just thinking. (Y/N) is a typical English name so I don’t suspect you are from another land.’’ And he looks at you.

‘’You know’’ he starts and bows a bit before you so his face comes closer to you. Your face is just inches away from his. ‘’You don’t have to call me Mister Holmes. Call me by my forename, Sherlock.’’ You nod. ‘’I will Mister Hol- Sherlock.’’ You correct yourself and give Sherlock a little embarrassed smile. He smiles back and looks at your hand. He frowns and grabs it.
‘’What are you doing Sherlock?’’ you ask confused. Sherlock looks at the palm of your right hand and just as you wanted to ask again what he was doing you see an ink spot on your palm. You could make out a few letters, but they were in mirror image so you can’t really see what it said. Sherlock stands up and grabs a little mirror from the dresser and places the mirror right next to your hand.

‘’twenty-three Ashdown.’’ He murmurs. As soon as you hear that you shocked. You stood up and nervously looked round in the room, looking I every little corner, expecting someone to stand there.
‘’What’s wrong (y/n)?’’ Sherlock asks confused. You don’t answer and run to the window. You quickly grab the curtain and covered the window, so no one could see inside. You feel a hand on your shoulder and you scream it out of terror. ‘’Please don’t hurt me, please!’’ you scream and drop yourself to the ground. You hear quick footsteps coming up to the stairs. ‘’What happened here Holmes? Why is she screaming!?’’ you hear a voice say.
You again feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn your head away.

‘’It’s okay (y/n) it’s okay. You are save. Nobody is going to hurt you.’’ You look up with tears in your eyes and see that Sherlock is sitting right beside you. ‘’Don’t be afraid. It’s okay.’’ You begin to cry and lay your head on his shoulder. You feel that Sherlock is a bit chocked of your sudden touch but he lays a hand on your back and strikes it affectionately. He whispers soft words in your ear, that it’s going to be alright and that you are save. Sherlock looks at your face and strikes with hand your check. ‘’Are you okay?’’ he asks. You nod, though you are not completely okay, you feel better than a few minutes ago. You feel save in Sherlock’s arms.
Sherlock stands up and holds his hand out. You take his hand and he pulls you back up. He guides you to the bed and let you sit down.

‘’Now’’ he starts ‘’What happened?’’ he looks worried.
‘’I just remembered everything. I am (y/n) and I have a boyfriend. ‘’ You see Sherlock looking away. ‘’He always picked me up from work, but one day he didn’t come. I found it suspicious and the next day I went to his house. I knocked but nobody answered so I looked through the window and saw that the whole place was ruined. I saw some sort of note in the windowsill. It said twenty three Ashdown street. So I went to the place, but it was nothing more than an empty store. I did saw some birds in a cage. I don’t know what type of birds they were, but they were yellow and very small. Just as I wanted to go away from that place a felt a hand on my mouth and a bag around my head. I felt this huge pain against my head and the next thing I know is that I’m sitting in a coach with an ink spot on my hand.’’

You look to Sherlock who is lost in his thoughts. What would he think? You look to the doorway and see that Doctor Watson is looking at Sherlock. You totally forgot that Doctor Watson was still there.
Suddenly Sherlock stands up and grabs a piece of paper and a pen. He lays the paper and pen in front of you and asks ‘’Do you remember where you live? We should get you some clean clothes.’’
You nod and write down your address on a piece of paper and gives it to Sherlock. ‘’Doctor Watson and I will go to your home and get some clothes. You should stay here and eat some.’’ Sherlock says.

You nod and just as Doctor Watson and Sherlock went to the stairs you ask them ‘’But how do you could get inside? I don’t have a key with me. I think I have lost it.’’ You say. Then you remember something. ‘’I have an extra key. It’s in the garden under the table.”
Doctor Watson nods ‘’We’ll find it.’’ And he walks down the stairs. Sherlock gives you a final look and then also walks down the stairs. You hear the sound of a door being shut and you walk to the bathroom. You really need a bath.

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‘’So’’ Doctor Watson looks at Sherlock ‘’What is the plan?’’
Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Watson and you have been sitting coach for a few hours. When Doctor Watson and Sherlock returned home with your clothes, you immediately putted them on. The next thing you know you’re in a coach on your way to Ashdown street.

‘’The plan?’’ Sherlock asks with frowning eyebrows.
‘’Yes? Then plan!’’ Doctor Watson says and he raises his eyebrows ‘’I can’t believe you don’t have a plan! You just want to walk to Ashdown street without a plan?’’
Sherlock looks at you and rolls his eyes ‘’Yes, my idea was to just walk up there so everybody could see us.’’ Sherlock says with a sarcastic undertone in his voice ‘’Of course I have a plan you fool! Do you think I don’t have a brain? When we arrive at Ashdown street we walk to number twenty- three, but not in front. We take the back and try to find something like a doorway.’’
Doctor Watson nods and looks out of the open window without saying another word. You look to Sherlock who is also looking out of the open window, probably looking at the blue river that streams a few meters away from the road.

You look at Sherlock’s eyes, beautiful eyes. When he looked at you the first time you saw him, you was taken by his look. And his mouth. Oh his mouth, beautiful lips. Lips with a pink color, not lipstick pink, but a natural pink.
Sherlock turns his face to yours and caught you stare at him. You quickly look away and clear your throat. From the corners of your eye, you see that Sherlock has a little smirk on his face. You let your head rest on your hand and sighted a deep breath. Now he caught you stare at him, you fool. Don’t ever let a man know you are attracted to him, in every sort of way. Your mother used to tell you that, before your father left her.

When your father left your mother she turned into a from a loving and caring mother, into a woman that all she could do was saying what a bad child you were. That it was your fault your father left her. She began to drink a lot, and the times that she was drunk where the worst. She always hit you on your head, one time she even hold your hand against the fire. When she was sober again, she apologized and she turned again into the loving and caring mother you have missed so much. But it never least a week. After a few days it began all over again.
Until the day came your mother died.

You feel the tears coming up and quickly bring a hand to your eyes, hopefully nobody saw it. You look through the open window to the river. The water streams peacefully while the grass bows slightly. A few daisies in the open field behind the water and of course you spot a bunny. The little animal cleans his nose and sniffs around, hoping to find some food. You immediately smile. After a while you begin to stare at nothing in particular. You began to think about your mother, how she was and asking yourself if you really was such a bad child back then.

Suddenly the coach stops.
You blink with your eyes and see a street full of houses. You also see a few stores.
‘’Well, we’ve reached our destination. We should get out of the coach and pay the driver.’’ Says Doctor Watson and he gets out of the coach. ‘’Yes, we should.’’ Says Sherlock while he looks at you. You look back at him. He is so handsome.
You sigh and turn away from Sherlock’s face. Sherlock smiles and gets up. He gets out of the coach ‘’My lady?’’ he asks. You nod quickly and stand up. Sherlock holds his hand up, you doubt for a second but then takes his hand. He smiles at you and you smile back. You slowly get out of the coach and as soon as you get out you look at Sherlock. He still holds your hand. To be honest, you want him to continue to hold your hand.

‘’I paid the driver’’ you hear Doctor Watson say from the front of the coach. You hear footsteps approaching and Sherlock immediately pulls his hand back from yours. ‘’Are you guys coming?’’ asks Doctor Watson. ‘’Yes, we’re coming!’’ says Sherlock while he still looks at you. After a few seconds the coach leaves and Sherlock turns his head to Doctor Watson. ‘’That way’’ says Sherlock and he points in the direction to the end of the street. Sherlock clears his throat and lowers his voice ‘’Make sure you look no one in the eye, don’t seek eye contact. Just look to the road or something, but try to not look suspicious.’’ You nod and then walk in to the direction Sherlock said you had to go. You didn’t really needed to know in what direction you had to go, you already knew.

You count the steps you walk, but after a while you lost counting and you take a deep sigh.
You look up for a moment and turn into a side street ‘’Which way now?’’ doctor Watson asks.
Just as Sherlock wanted to say something you were first ‘’This way.’’ You say and walk to the back of a house. You stand still in front of a wooden door that will lead to the garden. The wooden door seems very old. Pieces of the door are green, when the door was new the color of the door was probably green. But now, now it was just an ugly wooden door with pieces that are green. Okay, it may sound strange, but somehow you feel bad for the door. If someone just painted the door all over again and made it look new, it would have been a beautiful door.
Okay, let’s not talk about doors. (y/n), you’re stupid.

You push the door open and walk in to the garden. You sigh of dismay.
The garden is even more awful then the door. The grass, you see, haven’t been mown for months and weed has grown all over the place. ‘’this place looks abandoned. The last person that was here was probably years ago.’’ Doctor Watson says. Sherlock walks and stands in front of you, a few meters away from you so you could only see his back. You see that with his shoe, he pushes the earth a bit. After a few pushes he bends and sits on his heels. He touches the earth under his shoes gently and makes a humming sound. ‘’What is it, Sherlock?’’ You ask. ‘’This earth is plowed. So that means someone has visited this place lately. ‘’
‘’But why? Why should anyone wants to visit this abandoned place?’’ You ask.
‘’Because’’ Sherlock pauses and stands up ‘’There must be something of valuable in that house. I don’t know what exactly, but I think we are about to find out.’’
And with that last word he pushes the door open and walks inside the house.

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The room is very dusty and smells musty. You take a deep breath through your nose and you frown your eyebrows.
‘’Are you sure someone has visited this place lately? Look at the dust, it everywhere!’’ Doctor Watson says.

Sherlock turns to Doctor Watson and says: ‘’Yes, I’m sure. Look at the wall.’’ Doctor Watson and you tur your head to the wall. What you see are some sort of ‘spots’ that are not covered with dust.
‘’Those spots that you see aren’t covered with dust. And just as you said John, dust is everywhere. So that means someone has touched the wall so the dust was removed. And that brings us back to what I said.’’ And Sherlock looks at both of us ‘’That someone had visited this place lately.’’ He finishes. Doctor Watson nods and walks closer to the wall to look at the removed dust spots more closely.
‘’Mister Holmes’’ You say to Sherlock ‘’I’m not sure if I can pay you for all this. You-‘’ You are cut off by Doctor Watson clearing his throat ‘’Euhm, and Doctor Watson are doing so much for me. I don’t think I can pay for all this.’’ You say sadly.

‘’It’s okay. We’ll see.’’ Sherlock says and turns his back at you.
You just wanted to say something but then you heard a strange noise. You heard something that looked like peeping wheels, like a coach or something. Sherlock heard it to and quickly looks around the room for searching a place to hide. ‘’There, quickly!’’ Sherlock says while pointing at a wall. You quickly run to the wall and place your back against it. Sherlock and Doctor Watson do the same thing and stand beside you.

You hear the sound of peeping wheels coming closer and closer and you hold your breath.
Then suddenly something like a big wooden door, a door that is often used in an animal farm, is moved in front of you. Luckily there is a little hole in front of your eye so you could see what was happening.

You see an old lady in a wheel chair, the wheel chair was probably making the noise you heard that sounded like peeping wheels. She had short gray hair and she is wearing old clothes that looked a bit dirty. She walks to a big wooden box with a lot of holes in it and opens it. You cannot hear what is in the box, but you can guess. You hear a high peeping sound, something like a bird sound. The old lady puts a hand in the box. ‘’Oh no Henry, you where yesterday already picked up by me. Now it’s Richard’s turn, don’t you think?’’ and with that she pulls her hand back slowly. On her hand stands a little yellow bird.

The old lady touches the bird gently and strokes it. ‘’Oh Richard I am going to miss you.’’ And she lowers her voice ‘’You are my favorite birdie, it’s a shame to give you away. But ay, an old lady gotta do what an old lady gotta do to survive. I can’t work, and you know that Richard. I am old so I have to give you away. I am sorry Richard.’’ And she gives the little bird cake crumble ‘’Here you go.’’ And she puts the little yellow bird back in the box. The closes the box and sighs heavily. She leaves with a sad look on her face and closes the big wooden door.

‘’Poor lady.’’ You say quietly. You pity her. She has no money and she really has to sell her favorite bird for money. You sigh deeply and then turn to Sherlock ‘’Sorry mister Holmes, but I think there is nothing of real valuable in that house. What are we supposed to find here anyway? Something like a treasure map or something?’’ you say sarcastic.

Sherlock walks to the window and sees the old lady talking to two man. Strong man. You walk to Sherlock and stand right beside him. You also see the two big men. With a little scream of terror you recognize one of the men. It’s the man who kidnapped you. That same men now looks to the window and frowns his eyes. Sherlock quickly turns to you and pushes you do ‘’Get down!’’ he says and lays no the hard, dirty ground beside you. He has his arm pulled over you tightly. Almost like he is afraid that you’re going away. You two hold your breath and try to hear if someone is approaching in the doorway.

After a few minutes Sherlock slowly gets up and looks in the garden through the window. He sees nothing. He holds his hand out for you and you take it. He pulls you up and looks at you.
‘’Sorry that I had to push you down on the ground. But otherwise those men would’ve seen us.’’ He says.

‘It’s okay.’’ You say and nod. With your hands you wipe away the dust and dirty from your dress.
‘’Oh wait. There’s something..’’ Sherlock says and lays his hand on your cheek. He gently rubs his thumb over your cheek, wiping away the dirt from it. His touch feels soft. You want him to touch your check forever. But after a few wipes he pulls his hand back and smiles at you. You smile back. You couldn’t help it to look a bit sad with your eyes. You felt attracted to Sherlock. And not just a bit.
His eyes glide from your eyes to the front door of the house and he frowns his eyebrows.
‘’What’s that?’’ he asks more to himself that to you. He walks to the door and sits on his heels. Doctor Watson walks up to Sherlock and also frowns his eyebrows ‘’It’s a letter! But when did it arrive? A few minutes ago or something? Where are you waiting for open it!’’ he says.

Sherlock stands upright and looks at the letter carefully. He ten opens it and begins to read.

‘’What’s in it?’’ you ask. Sherlock looks at you.
‘’it’s a letter from my brother, Mycroft. He wants to see me.’’ He pauses ‘’I’m sorry Lady (Y/n) but I have to go to my brother before I can investigate your case more.’’
‘’no, no, don’t apologize’’ You say quickly. ‘’I understand’’.

Sherlock nods and then walks up to you.

‘’You could stay at my home while I and Doctor Watson are going off to see my brother.’’ He says and you nod. ‘’I’ll have a coach for you send to two-two-one-B, Bakery Street.’’.
You again nod and then walk out of the house to the road

Sherlock holds his hand up and a coach is arrived just a few minutes later. Sherlock tells the coach driver where to bring you and the coach immediately takes off. You turn around and hang out of the coach. You look at Sherlock who is smiling, you think. You smile back and hold your hand up.
‘’Sorry miss but could you please sit down.’’ The coach driver asks.
‘’Sorry sir.’’ You say and sit down.

You close your eyes and think of Sherlock.
You liked him so very much, although you had a boyfriend. You didn't liked him anymore in 'that' way. You started this relationship as friends, and ended like friends. You didn't asked Sherlock for his help because you wanted to know what happened with your 'boy friend' but you wnted to kno what happened to your 'friend'.

You think of Sherlock and his face. His strong arms, hugging you tightly. His hands, touching you softly and his lips, kissing you everywhere he could. You smile at the idea of having Sherlock all for your own. You sigh deeply and sink down in a deep sleep.

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**MEANWHILE WHEN SHERLOCK MEETS HIS BROTHER MYCROFT**

‘’You can sit there.’’ Mycroft says to his brother and he points to a chair. Sherlock walks to the chair and sits down. Mycroft self stands by the big window looking out of it with his back facing Sherlock .
‘’You have to stop this, Sherlock.’’ Mycroft says.
‘’’What?’’ Sherlock asks with frowning eyebrows.
‘’Your investigation’’ Mycroft answers.
‘’Why?’’ Sherlock asks confused.
‘’Because’’ Mycroft sighs and he turns to Sherlock ‘’Because that’s what the secret police wants. To be honest, I don’t know exactly why.’’ He answers.

‘’I am a private investigator! This is my job, I don’t care what the secret police wants me to do. I’m going to help lady (y/n) and if the secret police wants to stop me they can sure try, but it won’t help.’’ Sherlock says angry.
Mycroft looks his brother in the eye and pauses for a moment ‘’This isn’t all about helping lady (y/n), is it? You like her don’t you?’’ he asks.

Sherlock says nothing and looks to his hands.
Mycroft walks to his brother and bends a little so his mouth is close to Sherlock’s ear.

‘’Stop the investigation Sherlock. It won’t help you to have her heart. She will find her boyfriend and your heart will be ripped to pieces.’’ Mycroft says and now stands up straight, looking his brother in the eye. Just as Sherlock wanted to say something he was cut off by Mycroft.
‘’You can leave now.’’ He says.
Sherlock nods and then walks to the door. Just as Sherlock wanted to push open the door , Mycroft asks him something.
‘’This lady (y/n), where does she come from?’’ he asks Sherlock.
Sherlock frowns his eyebrows for a minute but than answers: ‘’England.’’ He says and with that last word he walks out of the door.
‘’England…’’ Mycroft says softly. He was thinking of something, and the result he knew, was not going to be anything good.

** BACK TO YOU**

It’s been a few hours ago when you last saw Sherlock. Why did his brother Mycroft wanted to see him? What if Sherlock cannot help you anymore? You nervously pull your dress and sigh deeply. When is Sherlock coming back? Is there maybe something wrong? No, Sherlock is a smart man. But what if-
You hear the sound of the doorbell and you sigh of relief.

‘’Welcome back mister Holmes!’’ Obelia says. She clears her throat and then lowers her voice. ‘’lady (y/n) was very worried about you.’’ She whispers. Obelia probably didn’t know you could hear her.
‘’Oh’’ says Sherlock. ‘’Really?’’ he asks surprised, but he also sounds happy. Well, you think that he also sounds happy. It could also just be surprised, nothing more. You’re seeing things (y/n)…
You are taken out of your thoughts by a knock on the door.

‘’Lady (y/n), Doctor Watson and I have returned. May I speak with you?’’ Sherlock asks.
‘’Yes, of course.’’ You say quickly and open the door.
Sherlock looks at you and a warm feeling comes over you.
‘’Sit down’’ Sherlock says commanding, but not mean.
You sit down on a chair and look to Sherlock. ‘’How was the meeting with your brother, Mycroft?’’ you ask.
‘’It was..’’ Sherlock pauses ‘’..Mycroft wanted me to stop the investigation to your boyfriend.’’ He finishes.
You take shivered breath and nervously frown your eyebrows.
‘’Will you?’’ you ask and look Sherlock in the eye.
‘’The secret police wants me to stop, but I cant. I am a private investigator and it is my job to help people like you.’’

People like you..
You turn your head away to that from Sherlock. You look through the window to the street. You see children play with a ball. The four children look happy, but then one of the children who has the ball doesn’t look to his feet and trips. He begins to cry and his mother hugs him tightly. Life was so easy back then. When you were sad, mother always tried to comfort you. But you never had that comfort when you needed it, so you could say life was always a struggle for you. Just like it is a struggle for you to be really happy. It’s hard to life live like you want to life it.

You blink a few times. You could have known that Sherlock is not in love with you, of course he’s not. Look at you. You’re not the perfect woman for Sherlock, you should’ve known better. ‘People like you.’ Sherlock said, it couldn’t be more obvious that he is trying to keep distance. You sigh deeply.
‘’You should rest, lady (y/n). I will wake you up tomorrow.’’ Sherlock says and you nod.
You hear Sherlock leaving the room and you close your eyes. A tear rolls down your cheek. You were never good in love, so should you now? But you love him so much. You stand up and walk to the bed. You undress yourself so you’re only dressed in a corset and panties.

‘’Oh I forgot-‘’ you hear the voice of Sherlock in the hallway and a second later your door is opened.
‘’I forgot to-‘’ Sherlock says but he interrupts himself. He looks at you with wide eyes. You’re standing with your back to Sherlock but you’ve turned your head slightly to his. Sherlock can see your perfect shaped butt and your tiny waist. A little smirk comes on your face. After a few seconds Sherlock blinks with his eyes and turns his head away from your body. ‘’Oh euhm.. I am euhm sorry. I should’ve knocked first.’’ He says.

You walk to him, still wearing just panties and your corset. You feel that Sherlock is doing his best not to look at you. You see that his hands are shaking. ‘’It’s okay.’’ you say and put your hands against your waist. You put your hand on his chin and lift it up so you can look him in the eye. You smile and Sherlock smiles back at you. With your thumb you gently touch Sherlock lips. You bring your head closer to his, so your lips are just inches away from his. Just as you were planned to kiss him, you look him in the eye and turn your head away. You walk to your bed and begin to undo the first strings of your corset.

‘’Sir, I think it is better to leave now.’’ You say with a smirk.
‘’Ye-yes of course, sorry for interrupting.’’ Sherlock says and closes the door.
After you have undo yourself from your corset you put on your satin pajama dress. You lay in bed and put the blankets tightly around you.
You smile, Sherlock does feel attracted to you, no doubt I that anymore. Maybe Sherlock indeed has hundreds of women standing in line for him, but you are the one that will blink out.
You are going to be the only one he wants.

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You hear a knock on your door and you make a tired humming sound. “What?” you stretch the ‘What?’ out like it took the most strength you got just to say that.
“It’s Sherlock, lady (Y/n)” His voice sounds muted because he is standing behind the door.
You immediately open your eyes and stretch your neck. You swipe the sheets off of you and you get up. You look into the mirror and open your dress a little bit, so your décolleté would be visible. You don’t open it too much, you want to leave something to imagination. You put your hair quickly in a ponytail and walk to the door. You take a deep sigh and open the door. Sherlock stands in front of you with tired eyes. “Good morning” he says to you and smiles lazy. “Good morning Sherlock.” You say back and smile. Sherlock looks to his watch and frowns. “It’s ten o’clock in the morning. We should continue the investigation at twelve. I’ve done some research and I think I know where to go.” He says and looks up to you.

You see that he is really trying to not look at your breasts. You nod as confirmation and Sherlock walks away. Just after he walked a few steps he turns around. “And before we go I’d like to speak with you.” He says and walks to his own chamber. You frown your eyebrows and close your door. You lean against the door and look to the mirror. Your pajama dress was a bit sagged so you could see much more décolleté. You sigh and pull the dress over your head and throw it on the bed. You grab a towel and open your door slightly. You hold your breath and look out to the hallway but you see no one. You open the door fully and walk to the bathroom.

**LE TIME SKIP**
You put on your dress and look in the mirror. You frown and grab your lipstick from the dresser. You bow to the mirror more closely an bring the lipstick to your lips. You gently bring some of the lipstick on your lips and raise one eyebrow, something you do every time you put your lipstick on. Why? Just because you saw your mother do that always, and somehow you learned it to. When your finished you squeeze your lips together and then pucker them. You smile and look satisfied in the mirror. “Perfect” you say and lay the lipstick o the dresser. Just as you want to put some perfume on you hear a knock on the door. “Lady (y/n)? May I speak with you?’’ Sherlock asks from behind the door. You stand up straight and walk to the door. You push your breasts al little forward and open the door.

Sherlock stands slightly turned to the right wall “May I come in?” he asks while he looks at you. “Of course Sherlock.” You answer and step to the side so Sherlock can walk into the chamber. He steps past you and just for a moment your eyes meet each other. You look quickly look away and begin to feel all warm inside. When Sherlock has entered you close the door and walk to him. He stands by the window and sighs. “Those men we saw yesterday, you knew one of them don’t you?” he asks and turns to you. You look away from his eyes and nod “Yes, I do.” You say sadly. “Was is the man that putted you in a box?” he asks softly and quiet. You nod again. He sighs and lays a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asks you. You look to Sherlock’s eyes and sees that he looks worried. “I’m okay, mister Holmes.” I’m okay, two empty words and you look out of the window. Sherlock right hand on your shoulder begins to move to your neck. You shiver and nervously raise one eyebrow. Sherlock brings his left hand to your cheek and touches it softly. He turns your head to his and force you to look in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

You look to the ground and shuffle a little closer to Sherlock. “Yes” you say and bring your head closer to that from Sherlock. You look to his soft, pink lips. If you could just touch them with your own. You bite your lower lip softly and looks Sherlock in the eye. He looks at your lips to. Your bring your head even closer to that from Sherlock, you could almost feel his lips on yours. Just as you wanted to feel his lips he pulls away. “We should get moving, lad (y/n).” And smiles. “but-” you were cut off by Sherlock ‘’Doctor Watson and I’ll be waiting for you outside.’’ And with that he walks to the door. He places his hand on the handgrip of the door and sighs. He opens the door and walks to the stairs.

You sit on the bed, completely numbed by what just happened. Sherlock wanted to kiss you, right? Or was it just one of your wild imaginations? It was probably the last one. You place your hand palms on your eyes and sigh deeply. Why did you love Sherlock? Because he was handsome, clever, so full of self-esteem and just… because you loved him. There was no explanation. Well of course there was, you just couldn’t find it. You place your hands on your knees and look to your fingers.
After few minutes you stand up and look out of the window. You could see Doctor Watson stand by the coach, talking to the driver. Your eyes look to Sherlock and just when you saw him, he looks up to your window. You immediately turn around and lean against the wall. You frown and pant. Screw this, you think, screw love, screw Sherlock… If he doesn’t like you, that’s too bad for him. He plays with you, with your feelings and your heart. But you will make it stop. With your head high you walk out of your chamber, down the stairs. You say goodbye to Obelia and open the front door. Without even looking to Sherlock you walk to Doctor Watson. “I’m here.’’ You say and Doctor Watson helps you get in the coach. After few seconds Sherlock comes in the coach as well and sits on the opposite seat next to Doctor Watson.

You look to the nature but then you think of something. ‘’Where are we going?’’ you ask at no one in particular while you still look out of the coach. ‘’to the train station.’’ Sherlock answers and looks at you. You frown and turn your head to Sherlock. ‘’Why?’’ you ask. ‘’I had done some research yesterday evening. You know that box that was full of those yellow birds? Well that same box was standing near the feet of those men we saw. That box was addressed to Jenny Castle.’’ He pauses for a moment ‘’I did not know where Jenny Castle was so I looked it up on a map. It was in Merkwood, so now we’re off to that place. First this coach will bring us to the train station, and that train will bring us to Jenny Castle.’’. He sighs ‘’But I do think we better travel in disguise. Not in real disguise of course, but fake names. I think that it would be wise if we travelled with the name Mister and Misses Hudson, and their butler.’’
‘’And who’s the butler?’’ Doctor Watson asks. Sherlock looks at him with one raised eyebrow,
‘’Am I going to be the butler?’’ Doctor Watson says unbelievable ‘’But-‘’
He was cut off by Sherlock.
‘’Yes that would be wise John, and lady Aislinn and I will be the Hudson’s.’’ Sherlock says and looks at you. ‘’If that is okay with you?’’ he asks.
You grind your teeth. He was playing you, wasn’t he! The berk. You look coldly to Sherlock ‘’Sure’’ you say and give him an angry look. You sigh and look out of the coach again.
You know you have to control yourself with Sherlock, not to let him play with you.

But it’s going to be bloody hard.

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‘’Well lady (y/n) I’m going to Doctor Watson. I’ll be back soon.’’ Says Sherlock and he closes the door. You sniffle and look to the bed. It’s a two person bed, what meant you had to share one bed with Sherlock. You sigh and put your suitcase on the ground. You walk to the bed with crossed arms and sit down. It have been a half our ago since Sherlock, Doctor Watson and you had arrived in the train. It would probably take a day to get to Merkwood with the train, so Sherlock bought you and him a room. Doctor Watson would travel as your butler so he had to stay with the other people who couldn’t afford a room. So let’s just say that it’s a wagon with seats and no beds. You feel a bit guilty that Doctor Watson had to stay in the more ‘uncomfortable’ wagon, and not in a room with a bed. After all, he has been very nice to you and you liked him a lot. Of course Sherlock helped you to and you liked him, just not in the way you like Doctor Watson. You open your suitcase and get your night gown out of it. It was already late and you were tired, so you had planned to go to bed soon. You begin to undo yourself of your dress so you only had your underdress on and your gloves. You look in the mirror that stood next the bed. Wow, you’re hot. You smile in yourself and turn a pirouette in front of the mirror. You try to pose and give yourself a sexy look. Of course it seemed like the most idiotic face on earth and you laugh loudly.

‘’Lady (y/n), is there someone with you?’’

Sherlock.

‘’No, no.’’ you said coldly and undo yourself of your underdress.

‘’Can I come in?’’ ‘

’No. I..euh’’ you pause for a moment ‘’I am only wearing my panties.’’ You said.

You wished you could see the look on Sherlock’s face. If he was smiling or turned on. For a moment you hear nothing but his heavy breath.

‘’Oh, well okay. Tell me when you are ready my lady.’’

You roll your eyes and put on your night gown. You throw your gloves in your suitcase and lay on the bed. You lay with the side of your body on the bed, so that it would look like you had these enormous breasts. Well, you never had ‘petite’ breasts, they were actually big but it would seem weird to think that of yourself. Quickly you grab a book and open in it on a random page. You let your head rest on your hand and clear your throat.

‘’You may come in, Mister Holmes.’’ And with your eyes focused on the book you hear the door open. You hear Sherlock hold his breath and you chuckle lightly. Just like Holmes played with you, you are going to play with him to. It was his own fault.

‘’If you don’t mind, I want to go to bed early. I’m exhausted.’’ You stretch the ‘exhausted’ out with a sleepy but sexy voice and look to Sherlock.

‘’Is that okay with you?’’ you asked with one raised brow. Sherlock nods quickly

‘’Of course lady (Y/n)’’ and you smile. You put the book in your suitcase what made you lean over and making your boobs almost fall out of your dress. Okay you didn’t planned that because you didn’t want to show him almost all of your boobs, but it made Sherlock paralyze and hold his breath. You looked at him. With wide eyes he stared at you, fascinated with your beauty. You clear your throat and Sherlock blinks his eyes a few times.

‘’I’m going to bed now.’’ You said and covered yourself with the warm blankets.

‘’I think I’m going to bed to, we have to get up early tomorrow.’’ Sherlock said and you make a humming sound form your throat.

You close your eyes, pretending you were ready to sleep but you opened them slightly. You looked at Sherlock who was undoing himself of his clothing. You gasp softly as you look at him. He was gorgeous. You could see his perfectly shaped four pack, wow you didn’t know Sherlock had that. He was only wearing his pants now and before he opened his belt, he let a hand go through his hair which made it messy. So sexy. He pulled his pants down and looked at you. You quickly squeezed your eyes shut and tried to make up a steady rhythm of your breath. After a few minutes you opened your eyes again slightly and looked to Sherlock. Now he was wearing his tight velvet dark blue pajamas . You catch yourself that you pity it that you didn’t saw Sherlock in his drawers. Sherlock walks to the bed and crawls on it with his hands and knees. He grabs the sheets and turns his head quickly to you, afraid that he had waked you up with the movement. Again you shut your eyes and feel that Sherlock is moving himself under the sheets as quiet as he could. You sigh and place a hand under your pillow.

‘’You don’t have to pretend that you are sleeping.’’ Shit. How did he knew? You keep quiet and breath peacefully.

‘’Well okay if you’re sleeping I am going to look inside your suitcase.’’ You quickly opened your eyes and sat up straight with your face turned to Sherlock

‘’No, you may not look in my suite case!’’ you said to him. He was chuckling. Shit. You wanted to give yourself a face palm. You stupid cow.

‘’So you are awake.’’ Sherlock says with a smile. You roll your eyes and look to Sherlock ‘’Yes I am’’ you desperately look for a reason ‘’Because… because you pulled the blankets so roughly.’’

‘’Oh really?’’ Sherlock asked chuckled and you blushed.

‘’Yes!’’ you say and with a say you let your head fall on the pillow. You look to your side and see Sherlock looking at you. His head rested on his hand and his pajama shirt was a little bit open so you could see his chest. He didn’t had much hair, which as perfect because you hated it when men had a lot of hair. It was disgusting to see a man with a tapestry of hair on his chest. Luckily Sherlock didn’t.

‘’What?’’ you ask with one raised brow.

‘’….Nothing’’ Sherlock answers and lays on his back. It is quiet for a moment. ‘’Sherlock?’’ you ask ‘’Yes?’’ ‘’Did you ever had a girlfriend?’’ it was out before you could do something about it. It was quiet, Sherlock was confused about your question. Why did you asked him? Just as the silence became an awkward one he answered.

‘’Well, I did had a few.’’ He pauses ‘’But not much’’

‘’What’s a few?’’ ‘’Well… euhm…just one.’’ He said with doubt in his voice. He looks at you

‘’And you? How many did you have?’’ he turns so he lays on his back again ‘’do you have..’’ he murmured but loud enough for you to hear. ‘’To be honest, I didn’t had much.’’ And you turn so you laid on your stomach. You let your head ret on your hands that covered your cheeks. ‘’How many?’’ Sherlock asks while he looks at the ceiling.

‘’Three on so..’’ you said with a chuckle. Sherlock turns to you with his face and raises one eyebrow while he smiles playfully.

‘’Oh, really?’’ and he raises his brows while he laughs ‘’Yeah’’ You say and you shrug your shoulders. ‘’But what about your boyfriend, is he the thirds or fourth?’’

‘’The third. But you know, we are just best friends. Once we were lovers, but not anymore.’’ ‘’Oh’’ Sherlock says and sounds surprised, almost happy. Sherlock looks to the ceiling gain. It is quiet for a few minutes.

‘’I don’t really like women, I’m sorry.’’ He says ‘’And why is that?” ‘’I don’t love a lot of women, the one women that I really loved tried to kill me. She didn’t succeeded of course, but it hurts when your heart is ripped out by the one you love most.’’ He says sadly and quiet.

You nod. ‘’I understand. You know, I now it may seem cliché but it’s true, love hurts. It is the one thing that can make a person’s heart bleed to death, and is legal. You could get hurt if that person doesn’t loves you back, or breaks your heart.’’ You pause for a moment ‘’and even if he does likes you, you maybe could not be together or even if you were together, when you are not with each other it hurts. So at the end, you will always be the one that is hurt.’’

Sherlock nods. ‘’True.’’

‘’But you know Sherlock’’ Sherlock turns to you with his head ‘’I dot really like women either.’’ You say and slightly smile. Sherlock smiles back at you. You let your head fall in the pillow and close your eyes. Then you feel a hand on your cheek. You open your eyes and see that Sherlock is bound over you so his face his close to yours. His left arm hays on the pillow above your head and his right hand on your cheek. ‘’Sherlock wh-‘’ you wanted to ask what Sherlock was doing but you were cut off by him.

‘’But there is one women I do like.’’ And he strikes your cheek with his finger. You shiver and Goosebumps spread all over your body. Your heart is pounding, and there was no doubt in it Sherlock couldn’t hear it pounding.

‘’And who’s that?’’ you ask while you look in Sherlock’s eyes. Sherlock smiles and brings his head closer to yours so you’re just inches away from his.

‘’Make a guess’’ and with that he presses his lips on yours. His lips feel warm and soft, perfect. He kissed you affectionately but also a bit doubting. Doubting if you liked it what he did. You kissed him back softly and Sherlock gained more self-confident. His lips now opened so his tongue could slip through your lips. He searched every little room in your mouth, tasting you. You wanted to use your tongue too, but he didn’t let you. You wanted to fought it but Sherlock was stronger and he won. Sherlock leaves your lips but they still felt warm.

‘’You know it now?’’

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You are awakened by a soft sweet voice ‘’Good morning, Beautiful.’’ You make a humming sound from your throat and open your eyes. You see Sherlock standing in front of the bed with a plate in his hand. ‘’I thought I’d bring you some breakfast.’’ And he puts the plate on the dresser. ‘’Do you like bacon and eggs with bread?’’ he asks afraid if he had brought the right food for you. ‘’Yes, sounds delicious Sherlock!’’ and you stretch the ‘delicious’ out. ‘’Good!’’ Sherlock chuckles and takes off his pajama shirt. You gasp at the look of his beautiful muscular torso. ‘’Are you ok with this?’’ he asks while his shirt is already half off. ‘’Y-Yeas. Sherlock. It’s okay.’’

Sherlock nods and continues undoing his pajama shirt. While he is doing that, he looks to the wall so you could look at his muscular body. Okay, he was not the most muscular man you have ever seen, but he was muscular enough. And even though you saw his four-pack last night, his body still amazes me. Sherlock has a slight smirk on his face. He probably knew that you were checking him out. You roll your eyes and stretch yourself out. You sit on the bed and grab the plate of the dresser. You look at the egg, bacon and bread.

‘’Sherlock?’’ you ask and look at him. He now wears a normal grey suit, but it still looks good on him. Now that you know he has a more than fine body, you cannot think of something else anymore when you see him. ‘’Yes, (Y/n”)?’’ ‘’Do you maybe also have a fork and knife for me?’’ Sherlock gives himself a face palm. ‘’I totally forgot! Wait’’ he says and walks to the door ‘’I’ll get it for you.’’ ‘’No, no, no’’ You say quickly before Sherlock can walk out of the room ‘’There is no need for that.’’ And you place the egg –clumsy- on the toasted bread. You begin to eat it and take small bites of your bacon. ‘’This is delicious! Well, for a train breakfast.’’ You say chuckling Sherlock laughs ‘’Yeah, but you should get ready. We arrive over’’ he looks at his pocket watch ‘’Nine minutes and thirty two seconds.’’ You cough ‘’Nine minutes!?’’ Sherlock smirks.

You put the empty plate quickly on the dresser and throw the sheets off of you. You stand up bump bump into Sherlock’s arms. ‘’Wowoow, slow down.’’ He laughs and brings his head closer to yours ‘’It was a joke, you have like an hour to get ready.’’ You sniff and give a play full slap on his chest. ‘’You bampot!’’ and you put your hands on your hips ‘’Don’t you ever do that to me! I’m a woman, remember? They are not as fast as lighting as men are!’’ Sherlock laughs and brings you closer to him ‘’I’m sorry. Is there a way I could make it up to you?’’ ‘’Maybe’’ you say and Sherlock brings his head closer to yours so his lips are just inches away from yours.

Slowly he places his soft lips tender on yours and kisses you passionately. One of his hands he lays on your hip and the other on your back, pulling you closer to him. You wrap my arms around him and bite his lips softly. Sherlock does the same and squeezes your hip gently. After a while he lets go of you and gives you a little kiss on your nose.

‘’Now you have to get ready.’’ He smiles and grabs a dress out of your suitcase. ‘’This one looks nice?’’ he says and handles you the dress. You nod and take the dress. ‘’Wait’’ he says and turns around ‘’Or do you want me to leave? I swear I will not look.’’ You lay your hands on Sherlock shoulders and press your body softly on his back. ‘’No, it’s okay. Turn around.’’ Sherlock turns around hesitantly, not knowing what you were about to do. When you are sure Sherlock looks at you, you turn around with your back facing him.

You slowly take off your night gown and throw it –a sexy throw though- in your suitcase. You hear a sharp gasp leaving Sherlock’s mouth and you smile satisfied. Now that you are only wearing your panties and nothing under you grab your corset and put it on. You knew that this was actually not very good, you shouldn’t be with a man before marriage, but what was bad about this? Sherlock did not touch you, so why not? ‘’Could you please pull on the strings of my corset?’’ you ask ‘’Y-yes, sure.’’ And you feel Sherlock hands on your waist. You sigh, you desperately wanted him to touch you. You feel the corset becoming tighter and tighter around your waist and you tell Sherlock to stop. ‘’Okay’’ he says and before he pulls away from you, he place his hands for just a few seconds on your waist. You grab your dress on pull it over your head. It was a pretty comfortable dress with not so many layers so you were done in a matter of minutes. You turn around and look at Sherlock, who was still paralyzed by your beauty.

‘’I think it is time, shall we get Doctor Watson?’’ you ask with a smirk on your face.
‘’Y-yes we should.’’ Says Sherlock and with a sigh he turns to the door with his suitcase in his hand. You also grab your suitcase and follow Sherlock to the train doors.

Doctor Watson is already there, waiting for you. ‘’Ah, Mister Hol-Hudson and M’Lady! There you are!’’ Doctor Watson smiles at us and walks out of the train. ‘’Hello..’’ You were wondering how you should call Doctor Watson. After all you were in disguise and Doctor Watson was your butler… ‘’John?’’ you say uncertain. Doctor Watson nods and gives you a smile. ‘’Have you slept well lady Hudson?’’ he asks. You smile, thinking back of you and Sherlock kissing and falling in a deep sweet sleep. ‘’Well yes I did John, thanks for asking.’’ You answer and John holds out his hand ‘’May I have your suitcase My lady?’’ ‘’Of course John’’ you say and hand him your suitcase ‘’Is it not too heavy for you?’’ you ask. ‘’No my lady.’’ He answers smiles. He walks out of the train and Sherlock stands next to you.

‘’Shall we?’’ he asks and gives you his arm. You nod and take his arm ‘’Yes, Mister Hudson.’’ You teas and hold his arm tighter around yours. You see John waiting for you and you both walk out of the train.
Welcomed by the sun and blue sky.

Chapter Text

‘’Good morning, can you please take my me, my husband and out butler to Merkwood, Jenny Castle?” You ask the coach driver.
Sherlock and Doctor Watson were in the small train shop at the train station buying food. Sherlock said that it could take a few hours to get to Jenny Castle, so he wanted to buy some food.
‘’Jenny Castle?’’ repeats the coach driver unbelievable.
‘’Yes?’’
‘’Well, I can bring you there M’lady, but are you aware of… euhm’’ the coach driver pauses, looking for the right words ‘’The story?’’ he whispers.
‘’What story?’’ you ask curious.
‘’Oh, well there are a few stories about the castle, one says that-‘’
‘’Ahw, darling! You found a coach!’’ Sherlock says to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. You get all warm and fuzzy and your cheeks turn red.

‘’Yes, but this good man was telling be something about Jenny Castle, I think you’d like to hear it to.’’ You say to Sherlock and he looks at the coach driver.
‘’Sorry, what did you wanted to say dear fellow?’’
The coach driver gives you a petite smile and returns to his story ‘’There is a story about Jenny Castle that says that there are ghosts in the castle. They say that there is something of big value in the castle and when men wants to take it, the ghosts will show themselves.’’
‘’And… Who are these ghosts?’’ Doctor Watson asks. He looks pale and shay, probably scared of the story.
‘’Well, back in the sixteenth century there lived a Lord and his wife and children. Somehow they died, and nobody knows how and why. Some folk around here and there think that someone killed the Lord and his family because the Lord was a terrible man.’’ And the coach drivers sighs ‘’But that is just one of many stories. Some say that the Lord was a great man and that his wife had poisoned him and his children and after that committed suicide.’’

You feel your hands shaking and breathe shallow. Ghosts? You had hated ghosts your entire live, they scared you. When you were younger, there was also a ghost in your house. It was a little girl and she looked scary. She had blonde curls and blue eyes. But the look in her face and her evil satanic laugh, will you never forget. You told your mom about the ghost, but she didn’t believed you. Until the little girl haunted her thoughts and your mom became insane. She laughed just like the little girl, the same evil satanic laugh… It scared you. You told the priest and he did an exorcism with her. After that your mom became normal again and you never saw that girl again.

‘’Are you alright, dear?’’ Sherlock asks and strikes your back.
You shake your head and feel that your legs turn into pudding ‘’N-no’’ and just as you were about to fall, Sherlock catches you.
‘’I am so sorry M’lady, I didn’t meant to scare you.’’ The coach driver apologizes.
‘’N-no, it is okay… I just… thought of my youth, that’s all.’’ And you stand up.
You walk into the coach and sit in the corner of the coach. Sherlock and Doctor Watson join you in the coach and Sherlock places a hand on your leg. The coach begins to drive and you sigh shaky.

‘’Did you know?’’ you ask after a couple of minutes.
‘’What?’’ Sherlock asks.
‘’You know what.’’ You say angry.
Sherlock sighs and looks at you. He nods slowly. ‘’I knew.’’
You bite your lip and breathe deeply. In and out (y/n), in and out. You were trying your best not to slap Sherlock in his face, after all, Sherlock didn’t knew about your past.
‘’I am sorry (Y/n)… I didn’t know you had a trauma about ghosts…’’ Sherlock whispers.
You nod ‘’I..I don’t think I can handle being in that castle, Sherlock’’
‘’I understand’’ he says and kisses your neck gently ‘’But I will protect you with my life.’’ And he squeezes your leg.
‘’You promise?’’
Sherlock smiles at you and nod ‘’I promise.’’

(LE TIME SKIP FEW HOURS)

You are awakened by a hand that pats your shoulder ‘’We have arrived, Dear.’’ Sherlock says and you open your eyes slowly. Sherlock looks at you with a careful smile on his face ‘’You ready?’’
You make a humming sound from your throat and get up. Sherlock also stands up and walks out of the coach. He holds his hand out and you gladly take it.
You narrow your eyes because of the bright sunlight and hold Sherlock’s arm.
You see a big mansion standing in front of you, is this Jenny Castle?
‘’Is this Jenny Castle?’’ you ask ‘’It does not looks very scary.’’
Sherlock smirks and lays a hand on your hip ‘’No’’ and you walk in the direction of the mansion ‘’This is the hotel where we are staying in. We will place our items there and then will go to the castle by bike.’’
You nod and let your head rest on Sherlock’s shoulder. You walk to the mansion in silent, followed by Doctor Watson.

Sherlock holds the door open for you and you walk in the big mansion. Your mouth opens slowly, stunned by the beautiful room you are in. It is a room with gold and wooden furniture’s and beautiful patterned. The curtains are also gold with a lot of detail and you gasp of aphasia.
‘’It is beautiful, isn’t it?” someone asks and you turn your face in the direction of the voice.
A man in a suit and big hat smiles at you.
‘’Yes indeed, sir.’’
The man walks to you and Sherlock and he touches his hat slightly to Sherlock, in a ‘Hello’ type of way.
‘’We’d like to get a room, please.’’ Sherlock says.
‘’Well of course my dear man. My name is Wilfred, I will be your host. Follow me now, please.’’
Wilfred turns around and walks in the direction of the stairs.

(LE MINI TIME SKIP)

You let yourself fall on the bed and stretch yourself out. The blankets are so warm and cozy. You make a humming sound from your throat and close your eyes.
You feel something tickling in your stomach and you automatically sit up straight. Sherlock sit in front of you with an evil smirk.
‘’You berk! Do that again and I will slap you!’’ you laugh.
‘’Well, okay..’’ Sherlock says and looks at you. He grins.
‘’Oh, don’t you dare, Mister!’’
Sherlock laughs even harder and then suddenly he reaches out for your stomach. You fall on the bed again with Sherlock above you. He begins to tickle you again and you yell ‘’Stop Sherlock!’’ you laugh and wrap your arms over his neck. You pull on his neck which made him fall on the bed as well and you turn so you are sitting on his stomach.

‘’Ha, One-zero for me!’’ you say cheerfully. You want to get up but because your arms are still under his neck you can’t move. You are just inches away from his face.
‘’Oh yeah?’’ Sherlock says and lays his hand on your waist. You look suspicious at him and he grins.
Oh no.

He throws you on the bed and lays above you. Your legs are around his waist and you blush. You could now move your arms away from his neck, but you didn’t. Sherlock looks at you and then to your lips. Because of all the throwing on the bed and stuff you were a bit panting which made your chest go up and down, so your nipples touched Sherlock’s torso. Without you even wanting it, your nipples begin to harden and you feel that Sherlock places a hand on your leg. You pant even deeper. While you look into his eyes you feel his hand moving from your leg to your hip. He makes little circles with his finger and slowly his hand begins to move from your hip to beneath your belly.

You gasp and lift your upper body up because of the little shock that was caused by his movement.
‘’Sherlock’’ you whisper in his ear ‘’I don’t think we should be doing this..’’
‘’Oh no?’’ teases Sherlock and he begins to draw circles on your clit. Because you did not had an underskirt on, you could feel it all.
You moan ‘’No’’ you whisper heavily.

‘’That’s a shame’’ says Sherlock and he stops with his drawing circles ‘’I don’t think so to.’’ And he brings his face even more closer to yours ‘’But I’m still going to do it.’’ And with that he presses his lips on yours. He kisses you passionately and you moan. You could feel him smile and he continues to draw circles with you clit. You moan loader and leave his lips for air. Sherlock kisses you neck and collarbone and you wrap your legs even tighter around him. His lips leaves traces of kisses and bites, marking you as his own. His lips go downer, and downer over your dress until the reaches our gem. He tickles your clit through your dress and you pant, eyes never losing each other.
Sherlock removes your dress, leaving you in only your panties and corset. He looks at you for a moment, stunned by your beauty.

He presses his lips on your again and bites your lip. You moan and could feel his erection against your belly. You hesitate for a moment but then begin to undo Sherlock of his belt. You throw it somewhere behind you rub your hands on his glans through the fabric of his pants. Sherlock moans and throws his head back. You pull down the zipper of his pants and could feel his erection with your fingers through the fabric of his underwear. Sherlock pants and you undo him of his pants. Sherlock looks at you while you pull his pants irritatingly slowly down. You loved this, this power that you had about Sherlock. You knew he was irritated by the fact that you did this to him. You felt powerful.

However, that feeling was crushed when he pulled his pants out and threw you on the bed.
‘’Don’t you dare tease me.’’ He says and pulls your panties down. He spreads your lowers lips with two fingers and licks it. You moan and in a reaction you close your legs. Sherlock smirks and with his tongue he plays with your clit. Your fingers go through Sherlock hair and you push his head closer to your clit.
Sherlock clicks with his tongue and stops playing. ‘’Sherlock why-‘’ you pant but was cut off by Sherlock.
''Beg.’’ He says and you stare at him.
‘’Beg?’’
‘’It is not fair that you can have all the fun now.’’ He says and makes circles with his thumb over your clit ‘’Beg.’’
You pant ‘’Please Sherlock..’’
‘’Please what, darling?’’ he says and stops with making circles.
‘’Please…lick me.’’

You feel Sherlock’s hot breath against your clit and you moan loudly. He begins to lick your clit and you ride his mouth with your hips. He leaves your clit and you feel a finger entering you. You pull Sherlock’s hair out of pleasure and sigh deeply. You feel a second one entering and you rock with your hips. Sherlock moves with his fingers as fast as he can and you feel another hand on your lips.
‘’Ah, Sherlock.. I think I’m-‘’
Sherlock licks your clit and rubs it with his thumb while his two fingers still fuck you and you can’t hold it anymore. With a load scream of please you cum and Sherlock licks all of your juices up. You pant and look to Sherlock.

‘’That was… amazing.’’ You say out of breath and Sherlock nods. You look at his erection and see that it’s almost at his full length.

‘’Sherlock..’’ you say seductive and crawl on his lap. You rub your lower lips on his erection and you could feel it raising up. While you look at Sherlock you undo yourself of the strings of your corset and throw it on the ground. Sherlock looks at your breasts with open mouth and places a finger on your nipple. The nipple becomes hard and he licks it softly. You moan and throw your head back. He squeezes your breasts softly and bites you nipples. You scream it out of please and rub your clit ones more against his glans. Sherlock moans and you grin. You undo Sherlock of his underwear so his full erection jumps freely.
You push Sherlock –who was sitting- on the bed with his head in the pillow and eyes never losing yours. You touch his glans and Sherlock breathes heavily through closed teeth. You take his erection and slowly bring it to your mouth. You put out your tongue and lick his glance. Sherlock moans and he holds the sheets tightly in his fist. You move your hand around his cock and begin to move up and down with your hands. Sherlock moans louder and you take his full erection in your mouth. You lick his cock sideways with long strokes while you squeeze his balls gently and Sherlock almost loses his control. He grabs your head with his hands and places it above his cock. You open your mouth and he brings his cock inside your mouth. You slowly suck his cock and Sherlock grabs your hair. He moves fast with his hips and you try to keep your mouth open. It’s hard because you are almost out of air, but you still keep your mouth open.
‘’Ah, (Y/n), I’m coming, I’m-‘’
And you feel a warm liquid in your mouth. You lick your lips and swallow it. You crawl up next to Sherlock, who was still panting.
He looks to you and places a hand on your cheek. ‘’You are amazing, (Y/n). Really, more than gorgeous, magnificent and your beauty is beyond infinity… I am honored that I may even look at you.’’
You smile at Sherlock and kiss him passionately ‘’(Y/n)?’’
‘’Yes, Dearest Sherlock?’’
‘’I love you.’’
You wipe an upcoming tear away. You loves Sherlock more than anything.
‘’I love you to.’’ You say and strike his cheekbones.
More than anything in the world, and you press your lips on his.

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You hear a knock on the door and you open your eyes. You rub in your eyes and stretch yourself out. You sit up straight and feel with your hand to your right. You feel Sherlock’s shoulder and you smile.
You look to him and see him sleeping like a baby. His chest moves up and down peacefully and you press a soft kiss on his lips. You stand up and see the warm bright sun welcoming you. You didn’t had sex with Sherlock, because even though you hated the law about that sex before marriage is not allowed, you still did not want to break them. You hated them, but for some reason you did not wanted to break them.

How late was it? It wasn’t the next day already yet, right? You grab Sherlock’s pocket watch from the dresser and see that it is tree o’clock. You sigh. How long have you been sleeping? Two hours or more?
Again you hear knocking on the door, but louder and faster. ‘’I’m coming, just wait a minute!’’
You quickly grab your satin bath robe and walk to the door. You take a deep breath and put on a smile.

You open the door ‘’Can I help you?’’
A man with a mustache and big hat stands in the doorway. It is your host, Wilfred.
‘’Not you ma’am’’ he says and his eyes move from your eyes to something behind you ‘’But your man can.’’
He probably saw your confused face and he points with his head to behind you. You slowly turn around and see Sherlock standing in front of you. He has his suit pants on with a white shirt above it.
Sherlock looks at Wilfred with narrowed eyes ‘’What can I do for you?’’
‘’I would like you to come with me, Mister Sherlock.’’ And he emphasis ‘Sherlock.’
You gasp, how could he know?
‘’Who send you?’’ Sherlock asks while he grabs his suit jacket and puts on his shoes
‘’Your brother, Mycroft. He wanted to speak with you. Now..’’ he says and his voice turns into his ‘host’ voice ‘’If you could please follow me.’’ And he turns around, assuming that Sherlock follows him.

‘’I should go.’’ He says gives you a hug and squeezes your hip gently.
‘’I’ll be back soon, darling.’’ And he kisses you.
You nod and Sherlock walks away ‘’Love you’’ you say and he stops walking.
He slightly turns with his upper body and smiles at you ‘’Love you to.’’ And with a fast walking speed he follows Wilfred.

You sigh and lean with your head against the door.
Why would Mycroft wanted to meet Sherlock?

**MEANWHILE WHEN MYCROFT MEETS SHERLOCK**
‘’You could get in here’’ Wilfred says and points at a big tent. Sherlock nods and walks to it in a straight line. Wilfred brought him to a castle, Jenny Castle, and there were a few big tents standing in front of it. Sherlock opens the tent and walks in. His brother sits on his desk, as he usually did when he was thinking of something, with a letter in his hand.
Sherlock clears his throat and Mycroft turns his attention to him.
‘’Ah’’ he says and points his finger to a chair ‘’Sit down, Sherlock. Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.’’
Sherlock nods quickly and walks to the chair. He sits down and crosses his legs.

‘’So, Mycroft. What brings you here?’’ Sherlock begins.
‘’I could ask the same about you.’’ Mycroft says and lays down the letter ‘’I told you to not continue you further investigation about Lady (Y/N)’s lover.’’
‘’I know.’’
‘’And still you did it! Is it just because to work against my will or is it because you like danger?’’ Mycroft says angry.
‘’Well…’’ Sherlock says and throws his head back ‘’At first I wanted to help (Y/n). I still do, but I have become very curious myself. You probably already know what I know, don’t you, Mycroft?’’
‘’I do. And I even know more about your little girlfriend (Y/n).’’
Sherlock directly sits up straight ‘’What do you know about her?’’
Sherlock felt angry, you were his treasure and did now wanted to share his treasure.

Mycroft sighs and grabs the letter from his desk. While looking at the ground, he hands Sherlock the letter. Sherlock looks at him with narrowed eyes and takes the letter. He let his eyes quickly run over the letters and with every word his reads, his frowning becomes deeper and deeper.
He lays the letter down and let his head hang on his neck. He let the tears come and Mycroft walks to his brother. He laid a hand on his shoulder and Sherlock shivers.

‘’B-but what about the ghosts in Jenny Castle? Are they real?” Sherlock says shaky.
Mycroft shakes his head ‘’No. We just made up those story so no one will visit this place and we could protect all the valuable goods in the castle.’’
‘’And is there really a ‘big treasure’ in the castle?’’
‘’Not really’’ Mycroft says and places a finger on his under lip ‘’That great ‘treasure’ is a self-portrait of the Lord who lived there!”
Sherlock chuckles ‘’But how did he died then?’’
‘’Just because he was old, the same about his wife and children.’’
‘’Oh…’’ Sherlock says and stands up ‘’I better go tell (Y/n). She needs to know.’’
Mycroft stands up to and nods ‘’You should. I feel bad for her.’’ And he places a hand on Sherlock shoulder ‘’And for you. Are you okay, Sherlock?’’
Sherlock shakes his head ‘’No.’’ and he sighs deeply ‘’But I have to be for (Y/n).’’
‘’I understand’’ Mycroft says and guides Sherlock out of the tent. He watches Sherlock while he leaves with the coach and he breathes heavily.
‘’Good luck, brother.’’

**BACK TO YOU**
‘’Welcome back, love.’’ You say and kiss Sherlock on the cheek. You have changed clothes and now wear a beautiful dress with a lot of detail. You wanted Sherlock to say that you look beautiful, or even look at you but instead of that, he now had his eyes fixed on the ground.

You frown and also look to the ground. Was there a dirty spot on it or something? You feel a hand on your chin and look up. Sherlock looks at you with sad eyes. His beautiful brown elegant eyes, are changed. You immediately feel that there is something wrong.
‘’What is it Sherlock?’’
Sherlock sighs and guides you to a chair. With a confused look on your face you sit down and bite your lip.
Sherlock holds your hand and sits across from you.
‘’(Y/n)…Mycroft told me something.’’
‘’And what’s that?’’ You ask
‘’It’s…’’ Sherlock rubs his face and sighs deep ‘’You may not like to hear it.’’
‘’Okay…’’ you squeeze Sherlock’s hand ‘’Still I want to know.’’
Sherlock looks at you and you see that his eyes are filled with tears.
‘’You know I love you right?’’ he asks.
‘’Of course I do, Love.’’ And you place your hand on his cheek ‘’And I love you to.’’
Sherlock sniffs and let go of your hands. Your hands are cold and you miss his warm hands.
Sherlock lays his head in his hand and shivers ‘’Mycroft told me that you are from Germany.’’
You are completely diffused of Sherlock’s question. How could he say something like that? Your name was a typical English name! And even if it wasn’t, you are from England!
‘’Sorry but I don’t think I understand you. I’m from England, not Germany!’’
‘’No. You’re not (Y/n).’’
‘’Yes I am!’’ you say and stand up ‘’I think I do know where I come from, Sherlock.’’ You sound angry. Yes Sherlock knew a very lot, more than you’d often knew, but you did knew where you come from. England.
‘’No, (Y/n), you’re not!’’ Sherlock stands up to and holds your shoulders with his hands ‘’You are a spy from Germany, send to kill me and take the treasure of Jenny Castle!’’
‘’What…?’’ You feel your legs turning to pudding and you fall to the ground. You wrap your arms tightly around your waist ‘’Sherlock, what are you talking about?’’
‘’I’m sorry (Y/n)…’’ Sherlock says and sits on his knees ‘’They’ve putted a chip in your head. It was one of their ‘experiments’... In your real life, you are a spy from Germany and you gave permission to the German Secret Police to test the chip on you. The bad thing was that you did not remember a thing, but that they could control your mind, with certain things. Not everything.’’
‘’But..’’ you cannot even finish your sentence as you begin to cry with long strokes. Sherlock holds you tight close to him and he strikes your back.
You lay your head on his chest and try to wipe the tears away, but there are too much.

So you were a spy from Germany…And they could control your mind! Then something popes up in your mind, but you don’t want to accept it. They cannot control that, can they? You hold your hand on Sherlock’s shoulder and begin to fumble his jacket. You cry against his chest and hold Sherlock close to you. If they controlled your mind, you were a fake. Fake. So that meant... –No it does not. You love Sherlock. It was your own decision to love him, not the Germans’.

You loved Sherlock so much that it hurt your heart not to be with him. You loved Sherlock. It was you that made that decision.
‘’I love you…’’ you whisper in Sherlock’s ear and kiss his neck.

You loved him more than yourself, and you will give up everything just to be with him. Screw the Germans, screw your earlier life, screw everyone.

Then something slips in your thoughts.
Your earlier life.
You have a boyfriend.

Oskar.

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‘’Ready?’’ asks Sherlock sad.
You hum ‘’Yes.’’ And you close your suitcase.
Sherlock walks to you and hugs you from behind. He wraps his arms around your waist and you place a hand on his. ‘’I will miss you, Love.’’ You whisper with a broken voice.
Sherlock sniffs ‘’I will miss you too.’’ And he kisses your shoulder softly. You feel the tears coming up and you turn around. Sherlock looks down and you cup his chin.
‘’It will be all okay.’’ You say, but you both notice that your voice is shaking.
‘’It will not be.’’ He cries and places his head on your chest. He cries silently and you feel his warm tears falling on your skin. You shush and strike his hair.

You hear a knock on the door and Sherlock wipes his tears away. He walks to the door and opens it. Mycroft walks in your chamber, followed by three policeman. They walk to you and take your suitcase ‘’If you would please follow us, ma’am.’’
You sniff and nod, too weak to even make a sound from your throat. The policeman walk out of the chamber and you walk to Sherlock. You press a soft and gently kiss on his warm, wet lips. He strikes your cheek ‘’I love you, (Y/n).’’ You feel a tear rolling down your cheek ‘’I love you to, Sherlock, with whole my heart. You are the only one for me.’’ Sherlock smiles affected and rubs your hip softly with his thumb.

‘’Ma’am?’’ it sound from the hallway ‘’Yes, I’m coming.’’ You reply and kiss Sherlock one last time. You smile at him through your tears and walk to the hallway. You follow the policeman to the coach outside and step in.

The warm bright sun shines up on your skin and the wind softly pushes your hair. It should be raining, it would reflect your heart and feelings. Now, it almost looks like the world is mocking with you.

You sigh and sit in the coach. You look to the mansion behind you and see Sherlock looking at you through a window. You wave sad at him, and he looks away from you. You feel the coach leaving and you look at Sherlock one last time. He looks back at you, hands placed on the window. The coach turns and Sherlock disappears through the trees. You sigh and let your tears go their freeway. You cover your eyes with your hands and cry. So this was it then. Sherlock is gone, Doctor Watson is gone, your life is gone… Your heart aches for Sherlock, he is the only man you want. Not Oskar, you want Sherlock. Only him. But he’s gone.

Forever.

(HALF A YEAR LATER)

‘’ fortschreiten!’’ One of the masked man commands. You nod quickly with your head ‘’Ja, Ja.’’ You scribble something on a letter, you were not even finished as the masked man already took the letter from you.
He whispers something to the other three man and they nod ‘’ Auf die Knie!’’ You do as they say and sit on your knees on the ground. You feel your heart pounding in your chest and you try to control your breath. In and out. In and out.

‘’Dies ist das Ende’’

You feel the cold metal hitting your head and blood zooming through your head. You are smashed against the cold hard ground and blood spatters stick on your hair and face. The pain in your head is unbearable and you feel your breath slipping away. Your skin still feels warm and your eyes threaten to close.

No, (Y/n), don’t give up. Don’t give up.

You see the light around you becoming brighter, so bright that it blinds you. You feel the pain slowly taking away and you feel as light as a feather. You float to the bright light and you surrender, closing your eyes for good. ‘’I will meet you there, Love…’’

(AT SHERLOCK)

He reads the letter over and over, fighting against his tears. ‘’What is it?’’ John asks while he eats from his bread. Sherlock throws the letter on the table and takes his head between his hands. He cries silently and pulls his hair. He throws the plates and cups off of the table, letting them fall on the ground and break into a million pieces.
‘’Sherlock!’’ John shouts ‘’Where was that for!?’’ Sherlock ignores John and throws everything in his hand reach on the ground. Sherlock grabs a book and raises it above his head
‘’Sherlock, enough!’’ John yells and Sherlock lowers the book. He throws it on the ground and runs off the stairs. He walks over the streets of London, still with his slippers on. John shakes his head and looks at the letter. What did he read? John carefully grabs the letter from the table and begins to read it.

Dear Sherlock, It’s me, (Y/n).

They captured me, The Secret Police of Germany.
They said that I could choose between living with Oskar and continue being a spy, or death.

I choose death.

Sherlock, all I want is you... I will never use a different name than Hudson. You make me complete, and since I cannot see you anymore, I cannot bare this life anymore.

I love you, Sherlock.

Yours, (Y/n) Hudson-Holmes

John lowers the letter slowly and wipes a tear away. So she never stopped with calling herself Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock’s wife. John throws his head back and sighs. Sherlock will be dead for a while, perhaps, but he will get over it. He will never forget you, nor will he feel something for another woman, but he will get over it.
He must.

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(YEAR LATER)

‘’Hello?’’ it echoed through the silo. John’s footsteps sounded hollow, even though he tried to sound as quiet as possible. He received a call a few hours ago, telling him he had to go to the abandoned factory in Stoke Newington London. The caller first asked with who he was talking. John answered, and immediatly the caller told him he had to go to the abanonded factory. Before John could reply, the caller hung up. Maybe a new patient, he thought. Sherlock was visiting his mother, so John decided he should meet the mysterious caller himself, without Sherlock.
‘’Hello?’’ John asks again in the nowhere ‘’Is someone there?’’
He sighs and looks at the big broken window. It did allarmed him that the caller wanted to meet in an abanoded factory, but his couriostiy was too strong.

John didn’t notice that someone was observing him from behind a few containers. She wore the same dress of one and a half year ago, that same dress. It reminded her of him, Sherlock. Maybe that John recognized her by the dress, her face had changed much since the last time she saw him. She wore a scarf, that covered her face but let her eyes free.

You take a deep breath and sneak away from the containers. John was standing something like 20 feet away from you, with his back facing you.
‘’Doctor Watson?’’ you whisper. For a moment you hope he didn’t heard you and that he would walk away, but he heard.
He turns around slowly. He recognized that voice, but he didn’t remembered it clear.
He looks at you with narrowed eyes and fronwing brows, the confusion was written all over his face. Somewhere, deep in his mind, your voice was stored, but his brain was working slow.

After a few minutes of silence between you two like a deep canyon, truth hit him like a truck.

‘’(Y/n)?’’ He mutters flabbergasted.
You look at John, not knowing what you should do. Completly clueless.
‘’How is this possible?’’ he mumbles ‘’Not possible!’’ and he shakes his head.
‘’It is.’’ you say and breathe deeply ‘’Believe me.’’
John shakes his head again and looks at his shoes ‘’How? For a year I thought you were dead.’’
‘’I know.’’ you whisper with a broken voice.
‘’How?’’ John asks incomprehensible and looks at you with wet eyes ‘’What about the letter? Was it just a fake? Faking your own death?’’
‘’No’’ you sigh and bite your lip ‘’It was real.’’ and you slowly remover the scarf. John’s sharp gasp echoed through the silo.

Just a second before the bullet hit your head, Mycroft and his crew stormed in. Mycroft knocked the German that had pointed his gun at you over, hoping that you wouldn’t be hit by the bullet. And yes, Mycroft’s action saved your life, but the bullet was still fired. It hit your cheek and pierced your nose bone. Your life was saved, but your face was brutaly damaged. A huge and big scar ran across your cheek, and a piece of your nose cartilage was removed. Your face was monstrous and deformed.

‘’Mycroft saved me’’ you sigh shaky ‘’He saved my life from the bullet, but not my face.’’
‘’Oh...’’ John stutters ‘’I am sorry… but, what about the letter?’’
‘’A part of it was a lie’’ and you fiddle nervously on the fabric of your dress ‘’I needed Sherlock to believe I was dead.’’
‘’Why?’’ John asks, still with wet eyes ‘’Do you know what you’ve put him through? Hell! True hell!’’
You blink your tears away ‘’I know’’ you sniff ‘’But if I told him, he would be in great danger. After the Germans found out I was still alive, they searched for me. I travelled almost half the world just to lose them and erase my tracks just to be here. If Sherlock would’ve known I would be still alive, he would have searched for me with the Germans behind his back and they would’ve followed his moves.’’
John sighs and rubs his eyes with his fingers ‘’But why did you only wanted to speak with me, and not Sherlock?’’
You shiver and take a deep breath ‘’I want you to tell him that I am still alive.’’
‘’Oh!’’ John’s voice raises and he puts his hands on his hips ‘’You want me to tell him that you are still alive!? Why don’t you!?’’ he spits out with restrained anger ‘’You’re afraid of his judgement!?’’
‘’Yes!’’ you shout, tears rolling down your cheeks ‘’I am afraid of his judgement! I am afraid he will hate me, throw mean things to my head, I cannot bear that! And I am afraid he will love me again, begging me to stay! But I can’t, the Germans are still looking for me.’’ you sob.
‘’But why? Why do you want Sherlock to know you are still alive?’’
You sigh and look to the ground ‘’Because he deserves the truth, John. But please, make sure he will not look for me in anyway.’’ and you turn away from John ‘’I need to leave now.’’
You head for the cracked door.
‘’But you know he will.’’ John says loudly and you lay your hand on the door handle. You pause for a moment. ‘’I know. But I will make sure he will never see me again.’’ and pull the door open.

You walk away from the factory, leaving John behind confused. You place your scarf around your face, again leaving your eyes free. You open your parasol and walk to a coach.
‘’To where?’’ the coach driver asks.
You sigh and step in ‘’The ferryboat to Europe.’’
The coach driver hums ‘’Going on a holiday?’’
You look out of the open window ‘’Something like that’’ you murmur.
‘’Which country?’’ the coach driver asks, he clearly doesn’t notice you are not in for a chat.
‘’Germany’’ you sigh.
The coach driver stops his horse and you hum in confusion ‘’What’s going on?’’ you ask. The coach driver sits coldly still on his seat ‘’I’m afraid I cannot let you.’’ he says and turns around, making his face clear for you.

You gasp and pant deeply. You gaze in his deep brown eyes, filled with tears and questions. His sharp chin and beautiful cheekbones. His small pink lips that are cracked and dry.

‘’If will not let you die again.’’ he says and crawls in the coach, across from you ‘’If you have to die, I’ll die with you.’’
‘’Sherlock, please don’t. I need to give myself to the Germans. You are not save with me.’’
‘’I don’t care.’’ he replies, wiping his tears away ‘’If you die, I die.’’
‘’You will not die, Sherlock, please don’t make this any harder’’ you sniff.
‘’If you don’t want me to die’’ he says and pulls your scarf away. You gasp and cover your monstrous face with your hands. Your face was crippled, horrific and hideous.
Sherlock slowly takes your hands in his. He brings your hands to his lips, giving them small kisses and making them warm with his hot breath ‘’Then you shouldn’t die also.’’ and he presses his soft lips on yours.

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After three years, The Germans finally found (Y/n)’s body. Deep in the woods of Kirchlengern. Her body was crippled, all her fingertips gone and all of her teeth missing. The Germans suspected that it was liquidation and that her time of death was a few months before they found her. Oskar confirmed that it was (Y/n)’s body, even though most of her face and body was scraped and recognition was almost impossible. The Germans did not try to trace the killer, afterall, they wanted (Y/n) dead. They determined (Y/n)’s case of death was suffocation in water. After all the months she has laid in the woods, there was still water in her longues. Not much, but enough to determine that her case of death was suffocation. The Germans were statisfied. No file was made or created, there may never be any evidence that (Y/n) is dead, or what her cause of dead was. All the files about her life, her spy work, everything was thrown away. Nothing may ever lead to (Y/n)’s death, life or anything about (Y/n). (Y/n) was deleted from earth. The Germans continued their life and work, nothing reminded them of her. She was dead, case closed, nobody ever talked about it. (Y/n) was eliminated.

At least, that’s what they thought.

The truth was, that you weren’t dead at all. The body that was found, wasn’t yours. You and Sherlock laid the body there. It was the body of a woman that looked like you, almost the same. Fortunatly she was already dead when you found her, well, what you call ‘fortunate’. A good friend of Sherlock, who examinated dead bodies gave Sherlock the woman’s body. It was not very easy to get the body, but he owed Sherlock. You chopped her fingertips off -so The Germans could not indentify her- and pulled her teeth out -also to prevent indentifying. Fortunate, Oskar thought that it was you. You did felt bad for Oskar, but you loved Sherlock. Oskar wouldn’t understand, at least, you couldn’t if you were him.
You, Sherlock and John dropped the woman’s body deep in the woods. The plan was that the Germans would find her in a few days, but that ‘few days’ became a ‘few’ months. But that was okay, in that way her body could dissovle and seem worse then it would be if they would’ve found her in a few days. - And this was all Sherlock’s idea.

After you knew the woman’s body was found, you sighed of relief. It ws not easy to kow if the woman’s body was found, the Germans were good at keeping things secret. But Mycroft had his connections. You owed him so much. He saved your life, you will never be able to pay him back for that.

Now, a year later the Germans found your body, you could walk over the streets without looking back, afraid of being followed. You could easily go to the market, or go cycling without the feeling of being looked at and followed, you could life normally. And even though it all took something like five years to life normally, it was all worth it. You had a man that loved you with all his heart, and a friend for life. You couldn’t ask for more. The way to rebould your life was not easy, but you were not alone. Sherlock and John helped you, it was a way you all walked. You could count on them, and they on you.
The only things that terrorized you, were the nights. Nights where you woke up, sweating all over your body and dreaming about the Germans. That they had found you, captured you and killed you. But, on those nights, and the others, Sherlock was always with you. He then whispered all kinds of sweet things in your ear, making you feel all warm inside and happy. And he still did. He would be there for you, always. Till death may take him.