The Case of the Phantom (Sherlock x Reader)

Part 9: Bitter End

(Y/N) lend him a cup with his favourite tea. „I'll go take a bath. I need this, after that day." She than said and Sherlock nodded looking after her, when she left to the shared bedroom. Silence now filled the flat. The sounds of the streets echoed into the flat and the old Grandfather clock could be heard but besides that it was total silence.

Till Sherlock heard a scream. Faster than lightning, he jumped from his place in the armchair, spilling his tea in the process, but he didn't care. He ran up to his and (Y/N) bedroom, only to see her on the floor shaking. Her (Y/E/C) were fixed on the bed. Green blue Eyes followed her sight and what he saw made him understand, what made his wife so afraid. A Rose. A Rose with a black ribbon on it. Like the ones, years ago in the Opera in Prais.
„He's here. He knows where I am." (Y/N) whispered and tears streamed down her face. Sherlock kneeled in front of her and took her in his arms, to calm her down. She just sobbed into his chest.

After that day everything changed. (Y/N) didn't go out alone any more, she was scared of the tiniest things she saw or heard and Sherlock was in despair, not knowing how to help her. Even John, who had heard what happened from Sherlock, had no clue on what to do. When Sherlock had a Case John and Rosie would always come by to look after her and when John had to help his friend, Mrs. Hudson would always came upstairs.

Ereena, who had gotten the information that the Phantom appeared in London from a letter that (Y/N) had written her, got more than worried, knowing of what this man was capable of. In an instant she told her mother she would go to London. And when she arrived, (Y/N) was more than relieved to see her best friend. The fear still didn't wore off, though.
„(Y/N) listen. Don't let the fear get you. You escaped him once, so you can do it a second time. Once and for all." she assured her friend. With a sigh she nodded and it really did help a lot.

It was now again, a great night. It was a chilly October night but a lot of people were waiting outside of the big Opera House in London, just to see the fantastic Piece ‚The Phantom of the Opera' everyone was so eager about. (Y/N) had stolen Londons heart right away and even the Queen herself visited, just to see her and listen to her singing voice.
But this performance should not end as it normally did.

Sherlock was seated in the front row, together with John who held little Rosie in his lap and Mrs. Hudson on the other side from Sherlock. Everything went silent when the lights turned off and the piece begun to play, as it did every other time.

Half through the performance when ‚Christine', played by (Y/N), went to her Fathers Grave a loud Organ started to play, a more than familiar tune. (Y/N) stopped dead in her tracks, like anybody else on Stage did. Than a booming voice echoed into the auditorium. „(Y/N)!" it screamed and Sherlock stood up, making everyone near him twitch. The voice, again, called her name. (Y/N) looked into the audience, in hope Sherlock would help her out again, like all those years ago. He jumped onto the stage laying his arms around her waist. „Get out here! Now! Everybody!" he shouted to the crowd and they all stood up in horror, but the doors closed with a loud banging noise and were locked. „I will take back what is mine!"

„We have to go, now!" Sherlock shouted to (Y/N) and he took her hand, to run off the stage. It was dark and he didn't now where he and his wife went, but he needed to get her out safely.
Both ran up some stairs that led to a little catwalk, that was high above the stage. And there he stood. A black cloak hugged his body and he wore his white masked hiding his right face side.

Sherlock held (Y/N) behind his back, still holding her hand in fear of losing her. „Give her back!" The Phantom boomed. „She never was yours." That made the Phantom furious, he grabbed Sherlock, pulled him away with so much force, that the Detective lost his balance and fall down the catwalk. Only dangling in the air, one hand holding on the wooden boards. „Sherlock!" he could hear his wife scream in fear. „Run! (Y/N) just run! Don't worry about me!" he shouted back, in hope she could escape.

The whole audience, that was trapped in the auditorium, watched in horror as the scenario took place. Some screamed and others cried out in fear. The Phantom, now holding (Y/N) in his arms, yelled for everyone to hear „For anyone ever dare to take her away from me again, they shall die a horrible death!" (Y/N) took a deep breath and than said to the Phantom „What a shame that I'm married and guess what...in less than 8 months I will hold his child in my arms."

Sherlock finally managed to climbed up the catwalk again, as (Y/N) said these words. His eyes went wide and he looked into the eyes of his wife, as she gave him an apology look for not telling him sooner. The Phantom screamed with anger „If I can't have you, no one will!" that's when it happened. With great force he pushed a knife, that was hidden in his belt, right into her chest. (Y/N)s eyes went wide as she felt the pain. Blood dripping from her mouth. The only thing that was heard, were Sherlocks cries as (Y/N) lost balance and fell down the catwalk, onto the stage.

There she laid lifeless. A pool of blood started building underneath her body. The People screamed more than ever and Sherlock pushed his weight up and smashed his fist into the face of the Phantom. A fight broke out and was only stopped, when the Police finally arrived and Lestrad had to pull Sherlock away from the man that killed his wife.

After they took the masked man away and most of the audience left, Sherlock sat beside the lifeless body of (Y/N). He took her in his arms and cried. He cried into the crook of her neck. Hoping to feel her pulse again, but that was no longer possible. He plead to the heavens, that she opened her (Y/E/C) eyes again and smile with her soft lips like she always did.

When John laid a hand on his shoulder, Sherlock pushed him away. „Holmes, she is dead." he said hoping that his friend would let go of the corpse of his wife. „It didn't protect her well enough, Watson. She is dead, because I didn't take care of her enough. They are dead. (Y/N) and our child."

On that day Sherlock Holmes grew a more cold heart than he ever had. He made sure that (Y/N) was buried in France. Right beside her Father. The Funeral was unbearable for him. He couldn't stop the tears that streamed down his face, but after that day he never cried again. He didn't show any emotions at all.

He was the same Sherlock Holmes he was, before he met (Y/N).
Never did he spoke of her. Not with John or Mrs. Hudson, not even Ereena who kept in touch with John for some time after (Y/N) died.
Sherlock lived his life as if (Y/N) didn't existed. That's what the World knew.

John knew better. He saw Sherlock wearing his weeding ring together with (Y/N) on chain, that Sherlock had around his neck all the years long till his very own death, that was followed soon after the death of his wife.

Mrs. Hudson knew better. She could always hear the sad tune of a Song (Y/N) had loved to sing, all day long.

Even Lestrad knew. He saw that Sherlock wasn't the same any more. He treated people more unfriendly than ever and kept his distance.

Mycroft could tell by the way his brother would treat him. Sherlock didn't careless if Mycroft would eat that plum pudding that meant he had only a year and a half left. Sherlock didn't careless about this bet anymore.

The only he showed emotions to, was little Rosie. She grew up, not remembering (Y/N) and no one telling her of this Woman, who had such an impact in her Uncles life.

- Back in 1929 -

Rosie whipped the tears away, that now adorned her face and her Father, who also cried, took his daughter in his arms. „Now, I know." she whispered into her fathers ears and he gazed up into his daughters eyes. „As a kid, I always had dreams..about a woman. She sang like an Angel and would calm me down while another held me in her arms. Do you think it was Mother and Aunt (Y/N)?" John stroked the cheek of daughter. „That sounds like them." With that they headed back to London. Always remembering the events of 1889