Sherlock Imagines

Smooth Criminal-Sherlock

Requested by
PhoebeGartsen

As he came into the window,

It was the sound of a crescendo,

He came into her apartment,

He left the bloodstains on the carpet.

You heard a noise coming from somewhere in the flat. You looked around and then saw a man making his way inside. He looked unfamiliar until you got a good look at his face. Your heart pounded hard as you saw Jim Moriarty coming closer with a gun in his hand.

She ran underneath the table,

He could see she was unable,

So she ran into the bedroom,

She was struck down,

It was her doom.

You got up from your spot on the couch and looked for a place to get away from him. You ran to the kitchen and from there you went to your bedroom. Tears poured down your face as you entered. But before you could even turn around to close the door, he knocked you down. You collapsed on the ground and flipped over onto your back. You had yourself propped on your elbows as you stared up at the man with fear. He raised the gun and pointed it at you. He cocked his head and smirked. The next thing you heard was the gun firing and then-
You bolted up in your bed screaming. Sweat beamed down your forehead and tears poured down your face. Sherlock woke up and saw your condition.

Annie, are you ok?

So, Annie are you ok?

Are you okay, Annie?

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Sherlock asked pulling you closer to him.

You buried your face in his shoulder and continued to cry. You were still too shaken to speak and Sherlock was willing to wait until you had calmed down. He stroked your hair and your breathing slowed down to normal.

"Now, tell me what happened." He said softly.

You told Sherlock the whole dream from the beginning to the end. You had to do your best not to break out in tears again.

"...It was the worst dream ever." You finished.

"Well no matter what, I promise you that it will never happen." He said.

You smiled, "Thank you Sherlock." You whispered.

You've been hit by,

You've been hit by,

A smooth criminal.

The next few weeks were the same as that night. The nightmare, the screaming, Sherlock there comforting you, and then it would repeat the next night. After a while, you had a hard time sleeping. You didn't want to but your eyes would droop and then sleep would take over. Tonight was the same also.
Once you were calm, you went to the kitchen and made yourself some coffee. Sherlock had come in also, but he was dressed for the day. You looked at him shocked that he had changed so fast.