Handsome - BBC Sherlock x reader
Warnings - angst, sad, death, drugs, grief, sad Sherlock, drug use.
Sherlock laid on the floor staring at picture of her. Tears raced down his face as he silently sobbed. His body started to get heavy as the world started to fade and memories of her danced in his head. "Hi handsome." A cheeky voice came from the corner. There she stood in her full glory; she was wearing one of his shirts. It swallowed her, she looked too beautiful for him to stand.
He smiled sadly at her, the tears sped up and in a sad grimace "Your dead." She smiled warmly at him and went to sit by him, putting her hands on his chest. She leans in and he closes his eyes relish in the feeling of having her close again. She whispers sweetly in his ear, "and you're high. We all have problems," He laughed lowly looking deeply into her e/c eyes.
"You have been hiding from the world again Sherlock." She mentioned kissing his cheek. "My world is dead." he sourly noted closing his eyes once more. "I'm here, look I'm right here." He shook his head 'no', he traces her features lightly. "No, you're a figment of my drugged-up imagination." She kissed his lips sweetly, he cried into the kiss. The feeling of her was too much, cause even though he sees her. He can't feel her. "Then why do you talk to me?" She inquires innocently,
"Cause you are the only thing I want."
"Sherlock!" John called trudging up the stairs, he looked toward the door and John ran in. He scours the room and settles to his form on the floor. Fear and Pain danced on Johns face. "Sherlock it has been a month! You have to leave your apartment at some point! I know you mourning but she wouldn't want you to do this to yourself." Sherlock looks away back to Y/n who is crying. She leans in once again and whispers, "I love you handsome." Sherlock knows what this means, she is going to go. That is Sherlocks least favorite sentence.
He used to relish it know it means that his heart is going to vanish. Just a reminder that she is gone, and now out of his reach. John ventured around the once familiar apartment, now it's far from its former glory. "Sherlock you have needles in coffee cups." Sherlock stayed on the floor starting to feel numb again. 'The drugs are wearing off.' He thought bitterly. "I was saving those for later." He answers like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "What are these papers? You haven't worked a case in months?" John asks venturing closer, "stop."
"What are these papers?"
"I'm still working on that."
"Shedlock, is this Y/n's case file?" He said looking through them, coming across a picture of her dead body. He didn't answer only looks up at the ceiling picturing her. "Alright, I think that we should get rid of this. All of this. It's not healthy, Sherlock I know this is difficult, but you will be happy we did it in the end."
Sherlock calmy sits up and stumbles over to John, with a deadly glare. Leaning against the table for support, gazing down and seeing the infamous photo he has poured his soul over. "If you even think about touching any of her stuff, I'll kill you." There was a painful silence as he picked up the photo. Tears returning his lip quivers in a staggered gasp. "Sher-"
"Get out John."
"Just listen she wouldn't-" he tried to reason but he only interrupted in a staggered yell. "Stop talking about her! If you knew anything about her, you would know that she wouldn't have killed herself!" He pushes John away from him, away from the table, away from the only fragments he has of her. Sherlock falls to his knees and just stares at the floor. "Go John, please go." He wretched out a final tear slipping, John gathers his coat and leave in a pitiful sigh.
Leaving Sherlock alone holding a picture of the women he worship's dead body in his hands. He takes the pills out of his pocket and pops a large amount. He takes a deep breath and smiles sadly to himself. A sense of relief washes over him, he rolls back on to his back staring up at the ceiling. "Hey handsome."
