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The Hounds of Baskerville: The End

"Sherlock..." John warned, glaring at Sherlock with his hand placed on Henry's shoulder, just to make sure he wouldn't lunge at Frankland again. You sighed, looking at Frankland on the ground, continuing to process he hadn't been Moriarty and it was just your drugged mind imagining him.

"What?" Sherlock asked in confusion.

"Timing." John rolled his eyes, dropping his hand from Henry.

"Not good?" Sherlock asked as he looked over to you, noticing your intense features.

"No, no, it's – it's okay. It's fine, because this means... this means that my dad was right." Henry stepped towards Frankland and both John and Lestrade moved in, placing soft hands on his shoulders in case he decided to attack for a second time. "He found something out, didn't he, and that's why you'd killed him – because he was right, and he'd found you right in the middle of an experiment." Henry said through gritted teeth as he stared down at Frankland with tears filling his eyes. Frankland began to push himself to his feet, and you watched him carefully. Suddenly, you heard a snarl from behind you and you jumped, turning to see the dog had gotten up again. John shot it twice before it dropped for good. In the time you were all distracted, Frankland took his chance and dashed up the Hollow.

"Frankland!" Sherlock yelled as he chased after him. You ran close behind, sprinting in attempts to catch up with Sherlock.

"It's no use, Frankland!" You yelled, out of breath. You lost sight of Frankland. You all rushed up the slope, but quickly came to a stop as a large explosion erupted no less than a mile in front of you. He'd ran straight into the mine field. You turned to Sherlock, shaking your head as you began to walk away.

***

The next morning, you packed your things back into the Jeep while John ate breakfast and Sherlock chatted with him. Waiting for them to finish, you found a place near the pub to sit. It was a nice morning, and the wind was only blowing slightly. You sat on a wall made from stone as you gazed out into the garden you'd walked through the day before. It made you feel more at peace with the beautiful arrangement of colors surrounding you.

You sat there, reflecting everything that had happened the night before, unable to get Moriarty's face out of your mind. The nightmares had stopped for a while after you had gotten out of the hospital the 2nd time, but for the first time in a long time, they'd come back after the incident last night. You felt as if you could never escape Moriarty, the fear that he gave you. You didn't want it. And no matter how hard you tried, drugged or not, he scared you.

You jumped feeling a hand on your shoulder, but looked up thankful to see Sherlock. "Hey." You greeted, looking back out into the garden of flowers. Sherlock jumped up and took a seat beside you, staying quiet for awhile as you both listened to the breeze softly blowing the leaves on the trees around you.

"John found out about the lab... and the sugar." Sherlock leaned towards you, still looking outwards as his shoulder bumped yours. You smiled softly, thinking about John's outburst as he connected the dots of you and Sherlock scheming against him. It was silent for a few more moments and you turned towards Sherlock, seeing he was looking over at you with a worried look.

"Moriarty?" He asked softly. You bit your lip, nodding at him. You knew that Sherlock knew what had happened with you last night, but you wondered how long it would take him to bring it up. Not long, apparently.

"God, Sherlock. It's not rational to be this scared over some man. But when Henry pointed that gun at me at the Hollow last night, and I... thought I saw him-" Your throat tightened in protest as you shook your head. "I know the experience was from the drug, but I wanted to blame my fear on it as well... but it's me. I can't keep denying the fact that he scares me. After everything he's done to me. All he's put me through... Sherlock I don't want him to come back again. I know he'll come back again. It's just a matter of time. I'm scared he's going to do something worse the next time. What if... what if he kills me, Sherlock? He told me that he wasn't going to kill me yet, I know he didn't mean to kill me the first time. That was a warning. But what if he-"

"Shhhh...." Sherlock stroked your back as you leaned into him, your hands shaking as your brain thought of the infinite possibilities that Moriarty was capable of. "We'll deal with the time when it comes, Y/n. But I will not let him anywhere near you." He promised, pulling you towards his side. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him close to you. You breathed in his scent, telling yourself he was here with you and he was okay. Everything would be okay

"Don't you ever leave me, Sherlock." You told him, your words muffled in his coat.

"I would never." He pulled you closer and you clung to him, wanting it to stay this way forever. Just you and Sherlock. "Now, c'mon, let's go before John gets antsy." He took your hand and you both walked together, ready to go back home to London and 221B Baker Street. You and Sherlock against the world, and John too, you supposed.