Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

SORRY THIS TOOK LONGER THAN USUAL♥
I love you though♡♡♡♡
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"I'm fine...I'm just confused..." I sniff, before leaning in for a kiss again.

"Me too..." He mumbles, as he carries me to the bed from the wall I was pressed against.

I stare at his face as he carries me to the bed. I don't know what to expect. I don't know if I love him or if this is all a trick.

He sets me on the bed and chuckles, gently tickling my waist as I giggle.

"I miss that smile..." He whispers, as he leans in and places his lips on my own once again, for a deep and passionate kiss.

Placing his hand on my neck, he hungrily deepens the kiss, as I tug at his curls anxiously.

Something about him was so familiar.

What am I doing?

I can't love him. Not when I have Jim.

"Y/N..." He pulls away.

"W-What...?" I answer quietly.

"There's something...something I need to tell you. It's about Jim." He says, getting off of me.

I sit up and stare at him.

"A while back...we were together, but Moriarty gave me something to forget you while you were pregnant. When nobody remembered you, I'm guessing he told you that if you went with him he'd make everyone remember you again." He tells me.

"Can you prove that?" I ask quickly.

"What...?" He stares at me, deep in thought.

I shake my head and laugh.

"Look, I don't know what you want with me, or my child, but you're attempts are futile. You won't ever be able to trick me, so stop trying." I tell him, standing up from the bed.

"No--Y/N, you have to believ---" He tries to say.

"--Don't bother." I cut him off mid-sentence, placing my index finger on his lips.

His face goes pale as he stares at my face. I smile and walk towards the bathroom.

"You're a great kisser by the way. I'd love to do that again some other time~" I sing, as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

I splash my face with water and look into the mirror, before drying it with a towel.

What if...what if what he's saying is true?

He told me that William was my baby, and that was true...

Could Jim really have...done that to me?

I step out of the bathroom and bite my bottom lip as I watch Sherlock sitting on the bed, staring out the window.

"You didn't answer me." I say, as he turns his head and looks at me.

"About?"

"Proof. Do you have proof that you and I were...together?"

"I've known you since high school, Y/N..." He stands up and walks over to me.

I stare at his face. He's sad. He always looks sad.

"I've loved you since high school..." He says quietly, pulling me in for a hug.

"I can't believe you without proof." I gulp.

"All I have are a few pictures on my phone..." He sighs, rubbing my back soothingly.

"Of?"

"Us."

"We took pictures?'

"They were all accidental, my hands would occasionally slip."

"You've kept them all?"

"I couldn't bring myself to delete them."

He pulls away from the embrace and reaches for his phone in his pocket as my heart rate escalates.

"See." He shows me his phone screen.

It's a picture of us both laughing, in what seems to be like a cab. It's a tiny bit blurred but overall clear, and the girl in the photo is definitely me.

He slides his screen to the next photo, which is me kissing him on the cheek,

And the next one is me wearing his coat and hat.

"What...I don't remember any of this..."

"Of course you don't, Jim made you forget."

"No wonder I can't remember anything in my past..."

It all makes sense now...

I start to tear up.

How could he do this to me?

What did I ever do to Jim?

Most importantly...Who am I?

"Y/N--"

"---Why can't I remember anything...Is that even my name?!"

"Y/N calm dow---"

"---Who the hell am I?!"

"Y/N!"

I stop screaming and stare at his face.

But Sherlock could be lying too...

I dont know what to do...who to believe...

"Sherlock, I don't know who to believe...I just don't know anymore...I'm so confused...I don't even know if my name is my name..." I whimper, backing away.

"It's okay...come here." He extends his hand out, to which I hesitantly take.

He entwines his fingers with my own and pulls me close to his fit torso, stroking my tears away with his free hand.

My entire body shudders at his touch, and my hand that is entwined with his trembles. I'm scared. What if he's tricking me? What if they're both tricking me?

"I don't care anymore if you love Moriarty, you're coming with me, because I've loved you too long...much too long for you to go off and forget." He whispers softly, staring into my eyes.

"If what you're saying is true, I need to talk to Jim..." I tell him quietly.

"No."

"You don't own me."

"He'll kill you if you go."

"He would never do that to me---"

"He's poisoned your brain into those kind of thoughts, Y/N! Can't you see?!"

I look down angrily.

"I'm trying to keep you safe...you know that right?" He pulls me in for a hug.

"Yea...I know..."

As he rubs my back, I start to crave it.

That burning liquid that Jim wholeheartedly injected into me daily. The thin silk-like liquid in the syringe that when injected erupts an ecstasy of addicting pleasure. It's my drug. I don't know what it's called but it's mine, and I want some...now.

"Sh-Sherlock, I need to use the bathroom for a second..." I quickly pull away, and head to the bathroom.

"Oh...are you alrigh---"

"--I'm fine."

What the hell do I do?