From Enemies to Lovers (SherlockxReader)

Chapter 17: The Past Surfaced

The next following days you ignored all the calls from John, Greg and Hilary. Sherlock didn't give any sign. Not at all. You were still hurt by the fact that he doesn't love you. You took a week off just to stay in your apartment and sink in your couch watching crappy soap operas and eating a lot of junk food. You almost fell asleep when you hear the doorbell. At first you didn't want to answer, but after some more ringing, you got up angry. You opened the door just to get a big bouquet of flowers in your face.

"(F/n)(l/n)?" asked the man behind the bouquet.

"Yes. Who sent these flowers?" you said.

"I don't know. You have note in the bouquet."

You touched the note and out of a sudden a very perfumed spray hit you in the face. You wanted to say something, but it was to late as you fell to the floor, hearing a vivid manly giggle.

In the meantime, Sherlock was sitting in an armchair in his parents' living room. He felt something was odd. He knew about you taking a week off, about you ignoring the calls from John and Greg. He knew it is typical of you to ignore people, but something was odd. Like something might have happened to you. And that something is bad. Really bad.

"Sherlock, are you alright?" John asked after getting enough of the sight.

"No. Something is odd. (F/n) has the habit to ignore people when she's upset, but this time something is not right..." the detective said.

Just before John could say anything, Mycroft enters the living room. The look on his face was full of worry.

"Brother, Dr. Watson... We need to get back to London ASAP!" he said.

"Why? Something bad happened in the government?" Sherlock asked nonchalantly.

"No, worse. (F/n) was kidnapped!" Mycroft snapped.

Sherlock froze. He realised now why he got that odd feeling. Something really happened to you. He stood up from the armchair, went to grab his coat and scarf, screaming at John to hurry up and grab their belongings. John hurried upstairs to get their luggage. In less than 5 minutes, they were ready to go.

"Hurry up and go! Save your friend, boys! And make sure that next time you all come to visit!" Mrs. Holmes said while waving goodbye to the three men.

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In the meantime, you woke up to the cold air and to the feel of being tied up in a chair. Your vision wasn't still clear, but you could see a dark silhouette staying in front of you.

"Where am I?... Who are you?" you asked feeling your head a little dizzy.

"My, my, my... Looks like the cat woke up finally... The cold air should help you get rid of the dizziness, my dear (f/n)." said the man standing in front of you.

You snapped instantly when you recognised the voice. The man that used you as a bomb carrier, James Moriarty.

"You.. You came after me. I thought you gave up on trying to find me..." you said while trying to move in the chair.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I don't know if you realise, but you are standing on the edge of the roof, my dear. One wrong move and you'll be flying down. And how should I give up on you, (f/n)? After all, you are the greatest assassin of the German mafia... I still own you. How would it feel if your friends and your beloved Sherlock will find out your true identity?" Moriarty said on a playful tone.

You were in complete shock. He got all the info of your past. After all your tries to get rid of it. Criminal history clean, new ID card, everything new, just to start a new life, away from Germany.

"What do you want from me?" you asked. You were scared, cold and wanted everything to end. You were running out of hope.

"Bring Sherlock to me. I have some unfinished business with him." he said.

Just before you could do anything else, a light was coming from your back and strong wind hit you in the back. It was a helicopter. Mycroft was telling Moriarty to stay or he will suffer the consequences. Before Moriarty could make a move, Sherlock, John and Lestrade got on the roof through the door. John and Lestrade came to help you and Sherlock was playing catch with James.

"Moriarty, so it was you. If  you did anything to her, I will make sure you will be punished!" Sherlock screamed after he caught Moriarty by the hand, but lost his equilibrium and fell from the roof with him.

You were screaming in horror as John and Lestrade went to the edge, just to see nothing, but pitch-black. You went down the stairs but not before you got a gun from Lestrade. You got to the left of the building, just to find Sherlock on the cold floor, bleeding. You shouted for help, as Lestrade called for an ambulance. John came next to you putting his coat on your shoulders and trying to comfort you. You felt as you were running out of air as your vision got foggy. You collapsed. And yes, Sherlock was not there to help you.

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You woke up in your bed. Only John was there, sleeping in a chair. You were confused. The last thing you remember is that you were crying at the sight of Sherlock possibly being dead. You got out of the bed and went to the kitchen. You began to make some coffee. You reached for your cigarettes and before you lighten one, you hear John shouting from the bedroom.

"John, in the kitchen!" you said as you blew out the smoke.

John came in to find you smoking. You didn't care anymore about what he will say. You just looked at the ceiling, smoking that cigarette. 'It's one of those days, Sherlock...' you thought. You closed your eyes. You ignored the fact that John finished making the coffee and poured it in the cups.

"How long have I been asleep?" you asked breaking the silence.

"Three days. Me and Greg changed shifts to watch you." the blond man said after he took a sip from his cup.

"How is Sherlock?" you asked while grabbing your cup of coffee.

"Sherlock is fine. He just feels miserable that he wasn't there when you... collapsed..." John said on a lower tone, remembering the state that you were in when they found you in that warehouse.

"He is fine? I remember when he was dragged by Moriarty off that roof! He was bleeding when we got to him..." you said in complete shock.

"(F/n)... We found you in a warehouse... There was nobody there, except you..." John said confused. "Mycroft was there with us. You can ask him if you don't believe me..."

You were actually found in a warehouse. And there was nobody but you in there. It seems that your collapse made you dream something much more real.

"Oh... When... I think that drug they used sure screwed up with my mind..." you said looking at your cup of coffee.

There was a moment of silence. When your phone's display turned on: a message. It was from Sherlock.

'Sorry for not being here for you.' - SH

'Don't worry. At least I'm fine. That's all that matters, right?'

'Yes. But we need to talk. I got a very interesting flash drive.' - SH

Now it clicked. So, the dream wasn't a dream after all. Moriarty sent the info about your past. Now it's up to you how you will manage the situation. You grabbed another cigarette, lightened it and closed your eyes. 'It's the final round.' you thought.