The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 8: Wrong Day to Die

Moriarty lowered his head down to your ear, and you could feel his hot breath against your neck. One word escaped his breathe, "Don't." You stopped struggling. "Now," he said as he straightened up again. "That's better." His grip on you loosened a bit. "I can't let you get to me Sherlock, I just can't." You looked back to Sherlock he had dropped the gun to his side, and looked... Defeated. You weren't going to let Moriarty win though. You brought your elbow back into Moriarty's gut. You were able to pull out of his grip for just a second, but as soon as you got away he grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You squirmed under his grip again. You were so close. he had one arm snaked around your neck, and one holding your arms behind your back. "You know it isn't that easy to get away from me." You cringed away from his words. " I see why you like her," his words were directed to Sherlock now, "She's got fire. I like fire, and it seems like I didn't burn it out of her last time." You felt a shiver go own your spine at his words. "I normally don't get my hands dirty, but I guess she's the exception."

"(Y/n)'s always been the exception," Sherlock said looking from you to Moriarty. You weren't sure if that was a good thing, but the way he said it it sounded like-like he was complimenting you. This isn't the time for this (y/n). You shook it off there are bigger things to worry about.

At that moment "Staying Alive" began playing it seemed to be someone's phone. You could almost hear Moriarty rol his eyes as he sighed.

"Do you mind if I get that," he asked obviously annoyed.

"I don't mind you've only got the rest of your life." Moriarty let go of you and pushed you towards Sherlock. You lost your balance, and fell to the cold, wet ground. Sherlock pocketed his gun, and ran over to you. He pulled you up off the ground.

"Are you ok," he asked his voice full of concern. He had one hand on your shoulder the other cupping your cheek as he starred into your eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah I-I I'm fine." You looked into his beautiful eyes and you never wanted to look away.

"SAY THAT AGAIN," Moriarty shouted into the phone. Sherlock turned his gaze back to the psychopath, and he pushed you behind in a protective way. All eyes were on Moriarty now. "Say that again," he repeated. "And know that if you are lying I will skiiiiiiiiiiiiin you." As he spoke you saw his psychopath come out. He was truly insane. Moriarty walked toward the three of you. You shifted uncomfortably from the look he was giving you all. "Wrong. Day. To die," he said in a voice that sent chills down your spine. "I'll be seeing you Sherlock." He glanced at you before he turned to leave. No one moved as you all watched him walk out of the pool. When he left they red dots that had covered you disappeared, and you let out a sigh of relief.

After John checked you out to make sure you weren't injured more than you already were you went back to their flat.

"Thank you guys so much for letting me crash here again. I don't feel like trying to explain things to Molly."

"No problem (y/n), you're always welcome here," John said warmly coming in after you. Sherlock hadn't said a word to you yet. You walked over to the kitchen ,and got some stuff out to make tea. They never had food, but they always had tea. How wonderfully British.

"Would either of you like some tea?"

"I'm fine, thank you. I think I'm just going to bed," John said. "If you need anything if you feel like something's wrong let me know, ok?"

"Ok, I will John goodnight." You weren't ok you were freaking out, and felt like you were on the verge of a panic attack. You should probably tell John, but he had done so much already, and you were sure you'd be fine in the morning there was no use in inconvenience him. You loved John like a friend he was so sweet, and a lot smarter than people make him out to be I guess he gets compared to Sherlock, and well everyone seems so dull compared to Sherlock. You don't know what you or Sherlock would do without him.

"Sherlock do you want a cup of tea?" Still no reply. You sighed I guess it's just me, and you tea you thought. You pulled out the kettle from one of the shelves when you suddenly felt dizzy. "Uh, Sherlock," was all you managed to get out before your whole world went black.

Sherlocks POV

"Sherlock, do you want a cup of tea," (y/n) asked from the kitchen. I didn't reply I was still shook up by what just happened. How (y/n) and John put their lives on the line. I also couldn't stop thinking about all the things Moriarty had said. Did (y/n) still really love him? Just the thought gave me an odd feeling. I shook my head this is a problem I can't keep thinking- scratch that feeling this way. I sighed and decided to get my mind of off (y/n) by playing the violin. I

stood up to grab my violin when I heard a ruckus from the kitchen.

"Uh, Sherlock," I heard (y/n) say from the kitchen. I turned around to see (y/n) falling over.

"(Y/n)," I rushed over to catch her just in time before she hit the ground. "(y/n), come on." I started panicking what was wrong she was fine one second, and then the next she was, well, like this. I heard a door open, and someone walking down the hall.

"Oh my, what happened?" John asked as he rushed to my side he checked her to see if she was breathing then he checked her pulse. "Everything seems normal. What happened?"

"I-I don't know she seemed fine one moment, and and then she passed out." John looked at me a bit shocked. I frowned, "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," he said looking down back to (y/n) "She probably just passed out from being around Moriarty. She probably developed PTSD from the abusive relationship they had, and being around him brought everything backup trine her under so much stress that it caused her to faint. Let's get her somewhere more comfortable." John reached down to lift her up.

"I've got her," I said. I put one arm under her knees, and one behind her head. Carefully I lifted her off the floor, and brought her to my room. I laid her down on the bed. I was very careful as I pulled the covers over her. She seemed so fragile, but I knew she was a lot stronger than she looked. John walked in the room.

"We just need to elevate her legs, and let her rest she should be fine," John said as he slipped a pillow under her feet. "We should let her rest," he said as he exited the room. I turned to follow him before I left the room I turned.

"Goodnight, (y/n)," I said before I left the room unsure what make of the events of today.

Omg I am soo soooooo sorry that I haven't updated in so long I apologize please forgive me! You guys are awesome. I never thought that this story would get so far it's all thanks to you! I love you all!
~TS