Sherlock Preferences (DISCONTINUED)

Sherlock:
Rain splattered noisily onto the trees surrounding you. Wind whipped through the air as the sky became darker and darker. You shivered, tugging your coat closer to your body. There were no taxis meaning you couldn't get to a hotel. Most of the buses you could have gotten on had stopped running for the night leaving no option but to find shelter in the park.

An owl hooted loudly behind you making you jump. It flew away, it's feathers shaking off water droplets. Another clap of thunder alerted you to your situation. You couldn't face going back to the flat. Not with Sherlock in it. Perhaps he'd look for you though? No, he'd expect you to have found a place to stay.

The wind blew even stronger, angling itself towards your face. Fumbling with your hood, you set off again, needing to find somewhere with better shelter. As you walked you reflected on all that had happened. Even just thinking about what Sherlock had said to you made you sick to your stomach.

Without realising it, you had found yourself in a small pavilion tucked away in the corner of the park. It was in great disuse as a bigger pavilion have been built right in the centre of the grassy place. The wind howled around it but didn't come through the pillars. It was as if you outsmarted it.

Sighing, you curled up on a bench that was far back against the wall and shut your eyes, falling into an exhausted slumber. When you opened them again you were met with the blinding sun beating down on you. Voices could be heard outside as people pushed prams, walked dogs, jogged up and down the dirt paths.

Heavy footsteps were coming closer to you as your eyes slowly became adjusted to the bright light. A hand slammed down on your shoulder making you yell out it pain. Your eyes finally found the culprit of this assault and you found yourself peering up at the worried face of Sherlock Holmes.

His eyes were bloodshot and the skin around them red and raw. The man who so often insulted others, who complained about emotions being pointless, had been crying. Your mouth dropped open in shock but no words came out. Sherlock sniffed and then did something very unexpected.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. His body heaved as he sobbed in your hair.
"I-I'm so s-sorry Y/N. I w-was so stupid." You smiled gently and hugged him back.
"Don't worry Sherlock, I forgive you. Just please never insult me or my family again." Sherlock pulled away and grinned sheepishly at you, tears still staining his face.

"I won't. I'll never insult you or your family again." You smiled your thanks and stood up, stretching out your back and legs.
"Come on then, we'd best be getting home." Sherlock nodded his head in agreement.
"Yes. Home."

John:
It'd been another week since you'd argued with John and it didn't look as though he cared. You'd tried to remain strong by working more hours at the bookstore and filling the rest of your days by working in a cafe in town. In all honesty, you'd never felt better. It was as though you'd finally got your life back on track.

"Y/N! Customer for you!"
"Coming!" You called back as you gave the chefs the latest order. You walked back out and towards the table where a man was sat staring out of the window. You pulled your pencil from behind your ear and held it poised over your notebook.
"Hi, are you ready to order?" The man turned his head to look at you and you gasped. It was John.

He gulped nervously and gave you a sheepish smile.
"Hello Y/N, how have you been." You plastered on a fake smile.
"Are you ready to order?" John frowned but quickly realised he wouldn't get any conversation out of you.
"Sure, I'll have a Cafe Latte and a fruit scone please."

You took in a deep breath to compose yourself and nodded, writing it down.
"Of course, I won't be a moment." You spun on your heel and marched away from the table, your smile vanishing almost instantly. You picked up someone else's order and delivered it to their table, trying to put off John's for as long as you could.

Ten minutes later you brought over his food and put it down sharply in the table. His drink sloshed over the cup, wetting the tray.
"Hope you enjoy." You left before he could say anything else.

~Two hours later~

It was finally the end of your shift meaning you were free to go. John had left ages ago so you weren't worried about having to talk to him. You clambered wearily into a cab, deciding to have a nap as soon as you got home. When you arrived however, you discovered your flat was already unlocked.

All thoughts of a nap were gone from your mind. You walked stealthily down the hallway to your living room which you pushed open ever so slightly. Inside was John Watson, sitting slumped back on the sofa. Watching TV.
"There'd better be a really good reason for this." John jumped to his feet and spun around.

"I wanted to talk to you." You raised an eyebrow in a cynical manner.
"So you decided to break into my apartment?" He raised his hands as if he was surrendering and shook his head vigorously.
"No no no! I just wasn't sure how else to speak to you. I knew you wouldn't listen to me if I just came up to you in the street."

You scoffed at him and started to take your coat off.
"Perhaps not but I would have preferred it if you'd done that. What do you want?" He sighed tiredly and rubbed his face with his hand.
"Look Y/N, I wanted to say sorry. I was being stupid and I won't be surprised if you hate me but I want you back. You were a great friend and I don't want to loose our friendship. Sorry, this was a waste of time, I'll just go."

John made to leave but you put your hand out to stop him.
"Don't go. I know you didn't mean it and I've hated being alone this week. I forgive you." John's smile grew wider than you'd ever seen it. He leapt forward and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.
"Ow, c-can't quite b-breathe." You spluttered. John instantly let you go scratched his head sheepishly.
"Sorry." You waved away his comment with your hand.

"It's fine. Come on, we've got lots of hanging out to catch up on."

Moriarty:
Metal clanked loudly as you moved in your sleep, causing you to bolt awake. Sunlight was filtering through the barred window right at the top of the cell. You groaned in pain as the chains chafed your wrists, rubbing them raw. Footsteps echoed eerily down the stone passage outside, approaching you quickly.

A key scraped in the lock before opening with a bang. Moriarty was stood before you. For the first time since you met him he looked upset. Not as in angry upset but as though he truly regretted his actions. Something that you found terribly hard to believe.

You hung your head, waiting for another blow. They'd been doing them nonstop before you fell asleep. Blood trickles from your ear onto the filthy stone floor with a splash. You closed your eyes, waiting for the next blow. It didn't come.

Instead, the grating sound of another key occurred and you found yourself falling from the chains you had been captured in. Moriarty caught you before you could hit the ground, not unlike the first time you two had met. You felt your eyes twitching with exhaustion as they shut, barely noticing Moriarty's worried face looking down at you.

~An hour later~

You awoke groggily feeling awful. Someone's hand was on your forehead as they muttered something. They noticed your open eyes and peered closer, allowing you to see that is was Moriarty.
"Boss?" You asked, your voice thick with sleep.
"Shhh, you should relax. I'm sorry about what happened. It turns out that someone on the inside switched information around. They'd been working for the British Government and had attempted to sabotage us by putting me against you. Needless to say they are no longer a problem."

A smile crept onto your cracked lips. You sat up suddenly and coughed loudly. To cover it up, you stifled it with your hand but when you pulled it away you noticed blood covering them. You let out a sigh and lay back down.
"It's okay Boss, I don't blame you. But, I did say that I'd never lie to you."

Moriarty gave you a sad smile.
"Yes I know, and I should have listened. Will you forgive me?" You laughed quietly and nodded.
"I don't think I've got much choice do I?" Moriarty shook his head and smirked.
"Of course you don't."

Hallo guys, sorry that this is a bit later than usual. I'd intended to put it up earlier but I had homework so had to do that. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see ya soon!
~L