BBC: Sherlock x Reader

Time and Then Some |Part Three|

Sherlock sighs, smiling, the light of the sun shinning down through the trees. Clear skies, cool breeze –perfect day.  England wasn't much for days like these, they're quite rare. So are days where he could be.... ordinary. Because here he was, sitting in a park, under the shade of an old oak tree, the air clean and crisp. He was enjoying the things around him, the things he rarely had the time to. 

A soft laugh from next to him pulls Sherlock from his daze, "Perfect day isn't it?" Molly sat next to him, Sherlock nods smiling gently at the girl as she fiddled with the dark blue blanket below them. "Indeed," 

"You know... " Molly begins, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear, "I didn't think I'd get you to come, you're always so busy." 

Sherlock chuckles, "I am never too busy for you, Molly," he says fondly. Raising a hand to cup her cheek, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her lips. When Sherlock breaks away from the kiss, and he opens his eyes, Molly was gone and he was no longer sitting under an oak tree. It was dark and cold, very cold. 

"Molly?" he calls out to the darkness around him, "Molly!" and then heard it, quiet sobs echoing out. Sherlock quickly follows the sound slowing to a stop as the sounds get clear, sitting on the ground not to far from him was a woman. But he knew it wasn't Molly, it couldn't be her. He knew this girl, but from where, his subconscious mind could not recall. 

"...Y/n?" he calls, finally recognizing her, taking a small step forward, "Y/n."

The air around him becomes still and eerie quiet as the girl looks up. Then he notices, the dress she was wearing was soaked crimson. "Are you going to kill me too?" she asks, slowly getting up. 

"What?"

"You killed her, and you're going to kill me too." 

"No–Y/n. You must understand. I couldn't control it – it was an accident." Sherlock says quickly, reaching out to her, but she pulls away, a look of fear and disgust masking her features.

"Stay away from me. Murderer! Monster!" she shouts turning and running away from him. The words echoing around him loudly, Sherlock tightly closes his eyes.

No, no, No!

Sherlock opens his eyes, sighing loudly as the ceiling of his bedroom greets him. He looks over at the curtains that were drawn closed, the sun was setting now. It was a dream, nothing more. He had always dreamt of things he's done in the past, of his friends and sometimes a life he could've had. Some of them were usually pleasant, though reoccurring, Sherlock never gets tired of them, it was his escape from his own hell. 

But this dream was new, the last bit of it, Y/n was never apart of his dreams until now. To see her in that manner, to hear the words he never wanted to hear come from her, it's frightening. It was frightening and Sherlock didn't know why. 

He had never meant for it to happen, with Molly, it just did. There was a time, he tried to forget what he had became, tried to ignore his new nature. Ignore his only means of survival, the thirst had became too much then. He thought that maybe he could've stopped himself, prevent it all from happening, but he couldn't stop, and he drank too much. 

He tries to forget it sometimes, what he did. But when you've lived for this long, you realize there's no forgetting anything. Sherlock watches as the light of the sun disappear from behind his dark curtains before getting up from his bed.

It's about time he paid his brother a visit

"Hello brother mine, to whom do I owe the pleasure?" Mycroft sat behind his desk of his home office, Sherlock was sitting in the chair opposite him.