Just a blurb I guess? Happy Readings! ❤️

He was a sociopath. Completely insane. The man you knew as Sherlock Holmes stood before you, a blank expression on his face.

You'd known Sherlock ever since you moved to London to be closer to your childhood friend, Dr. John Watson. That's when you met him. Like most, you were first amazed at him, but soon you felt something more. Something not many others felt toward him.

You'd completely fallen in love with him.

And now, here he stood before you, neither of you saying anything. You'd mourned for him, cried for days about him and just when you thought you couldn't sink any deeper, you did. You sunk so low that you contemplated joining him in the afterlife, as you knew John sometimes did as well. You tried to comfort your friend, but it was hard to do when you could barely comfort yourself.

Yet, there was Sherlock Holmes, in the flesh. He stood just a few feet away from you, within reach. You reached out shakily, but he beat you to it, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. You couldn't believe he was real, blinking a few times to make sure you weren't dreaming. Tears welled in your eyes and a hand went to cover your mouth as you stared up at him.

"(Y/N)." He whispered your name so soft and gentle, unlike you'd ever heard him speak before. You still thought you were dreaming as he looked down at you. In that moment, he seemed to let his guard down, at least a little. You gasped as his hands moved slowly to your waist.

You two stared at one another, though you were still in shock. You couldn't wrap your head around it. You saw him die! John pronounced him dead himself two years ago!

He gently brought your hand down from your mouth, setting it on his shoulder instead. "Say something, (Y/N), I can't take this silence from you."

You tried to muster a coherent sentence, perhaps something witty or sassy or even sarcastic, but all you could squeak out was one word.

"Why?"

He looked down at you, Love in his eyes. "To protect you, all of you. John, Greg, Mrs. Hudson, and you. It was Moriarty. He was going to assassinate you. He had men already set up. If they didn't see me jump, you all would've been dead." You couldn't say anything more, just looking up into his eyes. He sighed a bit, seemingly uncomfortable with the silence as he rapidly shifted his weight. "(Y/N), I had to. Please, say something."

You couldn't find any words, shaking your head as your eyes filled to the brim with tears. To think you almost jumped because of him. You almost followed him into death, and here he was standing in front of you, alive. "I... I cried for days... I mourned you..."

"I'm honored," he replied, his hands gently rubbing your waist. "It's nice to know I'm worthy of your tears."

You laughed a bit, resting your head on his chest. "Sherlock..." you whispered after a moment. "Is it really you?"

He took your free hand with one of his, intertwining your fingers. "Yes, (Y/N), it's me." You let out a shaky sigh, listening to his heartbeat for a moment. He soon spoke again. "(Y/N), look at me..."

You pulled your head away, looking up to his face, only to be caught by his lips on yours. You immediately melted into him, the hand resting on his shoulder moving up to tangle in his curly hair, which naturally brought you closer. He let go of your other hand to snake it around your waist and support your back. You used your now free hand to rub his neck and jawline with your fingertips. Soon, you started gently using your nails instead, making shivers run down his spine involuntarily. He gasped slightly and you smiled.

"You seem to know all my weaknesses..." he whispered against your lips before kissing you again.