the reichenbach fall - part one
Sherlock Holmes x Reader.
Re-written from my old blog (221bimagines)
Sherlock stood on the top of the roof, shaking, choking and stuttering out tears as he lied through his teeth, looking down at half of the four people who ever, ever cared for him and he ever, ever cared about.
Jim Moriarty lay on the pavement, his dead body bleeding out from the top of his head, staining the cement of St Bartholomew's hospital.
Molly Hooper stood on the fifth floor, waiting for Sherlock Holmes to drop in. Well.
More like crash and break the window, but 'drop in', he supposed, was also an okay term to use.
"Sherlock, why are you - why are you d - doing this?" Stutters Y/N.
She was going to hate him forever, wouldn't she?
Once she found out that he was alive.
"Sherlock, why are you - why? You're the only person I - I can't - don't do it without you and - "
"I know," whispers Sherlock, choking on his own tears.
"I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you have to, Y/N, you have to - I - please just trust me, I - "
He couldn't bring himself to say the words. He couldn't! He didn't know how.
Something was stopping him from doing what he wanted!
He wanted to say it, of course, he did. He just... couldn't.
"I can't do this without you, Sherlock! Neither of us can! What the bloody hell is John going to do with his life? I can't physically do anything without you and nor will he! Please don't do it, please don't, I - " she stopped.
Suddenly he realised - she couldn't say it either.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, choking up even more.
"I'm sorry, I really am sorry, please just trust me, for once in your life, please, please," he says, getting desperate.
Her heart was breaking, shattering into literal pieces and he could feel it.
Sherlock Holmes could actually feel it breaking.
He saw her shaking as she held the phone up to her ear and furiously shake her head repeatedly as John just stood there, angrily clenching his fists tight, unsure of what to do.
"I've always trusted you!" Y/N screeches back angrily. "So why can't you trust me?" She argues, still refusing to give up.
Ugh! It was that annoying, rebellious, stubborn streak that Y/N had to herself that made Sherlock love her so much.
Of course, he'd never really admitted that he had emotional feelings for anyone.
He could keep it all to himself, right? Of course, he could.
"It'll get better, I p - promise it will, please just get down from there, please!" She was shouting now, begging him, desperate.
People were looking. Good. Keep looking.
Bring out your cameras, your phones, post it on your silly little social media accounts, platforms and apps. 'Sherlock Holmes is dead!'
Better yet, 'Sherlock Holmes committed suicide and jumped off the roof of St Bartholomew's Hospital'.
Or even, 'Sherlock Holme's girlfriend/lover begs him to save his own life,'. Not that they were ever dating, of course.
"I do - trust you," Sherlock says, beginning to feel his smoothe voice breaking.
"I do, I always have trusted you," loved you. I always have loved you.
"And I'll never stop trusting you, just please, please, for once - "
And I'll never stop loving you. "Please, just - trust me," please, just trust me.
"I trust you too," I love you, too. "But I can't - I can't - I can't live without you, please don't do it, I don't know how I'm going to do it!"
I won't do it without you. "I trust you so much," I love you so much, she whispers into the phone. "Please, please - " please, please,
"I love you," he did it. He finally did it. And now, now he was going to break her heart.
Shatter it, smash it to pieces. And why? All because of this stupid, stupid game.
"I love you so, so much, Y/N..." he can hear her choke up on the other end of the line, people clicking their phones and cameras, typing on their social media accounts.
"I love you too, Sherlock," she chokes out into the phone, trying so hard to stay together, trying so hard not to break, as if she hasn't already the whole year.
"I love you. I can't do it without you. Life. I won't please just come back, come back down - "
"I'm sorry," Sherlock whispers to her, one last time - for a while. Then he ends the call, texts the word LAZARUS to his brother Mycroft, and puts the phone into his pocket.
One of his friends from the Homeless Network hypnotizes John and Y/N who both hit the floor, unconscious.
The next few movements of the... magic trick - are a... blur.
All he remembered was kissing Molly and feeling equally guilty when he saw her smile and the fact that he'd just told Y/N that he loved her, which he did.
He didn't really love Molly Hooper, he just needed her help and knew how to get the job done.
Perhaps he was just a massive dickhead, but he also just saved the life of well, the love of his life. Why was life so poetic and repetitive?
That was something he would unfortunately never know, and something that wasn't really important right now.
Right now what was important was thinking about how he was going to tell her. Y/N, he meant.
The next two years were going to be an extremely boring, lonely, empty amount of time.
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