As I'm running from Sherlock with that testube in my hand, I realize I look like a maniac on the streets, but I don't really care.
Then I bump into someone.
"Oh, sorry." I smile, catching my breath, and looking up at who I bumped into.
My smile fades when I see his face.
Jim Moriarty.
"Oh, hello Y/N, and..." He smiles at me, then looks at my stomach.
I back away slowly and when I realize he's not gonna do anything, I stop and walk closer to him.
I don't know what to think of him anymore. He ruined my life, but saved it too.
"Help me get the antidote for Sherlock." I demand.
"Every demand comes with a price." He sings.
"What do you want?" I ask.
Theres silence as I stare at him.
"You." His expression softens a tiny bit, and he smiles less maniacally than usual.
I can see a bit of his innocence, and it's beautiful.
What if all he's needed is someone there for him? Someone he could talk to...someone who could make him love.
What if that person is me?
No. He doesn't have those kinds of feelings,
And I can't make deals with the devil right now.
I shake my head and begin to back away.
"I can't leave Sherlock..." I say.
"Don't worry about it, doll. Just know I'll be ready to make a deal with you whenever your ready." He says grinning widely, before walking away.
He dissapears into the alley, and I hear Sherlock calling me.
"Y/N!" He calls, out of breath.
I turn and see him.
"Don't do that again..." He pants.
I fake a smile and nod.
I need to remember that he's going to forget me again.
He stares at my face. He knows there's something wrong.
"Y/N...?" He asks softly.
"Yes?" I answer.
"I know I've been acting distant lately...but it's for your own good. I'm gonna forget you soon, I might as well make you hate me, right?" He says, staring at the ground.
"No, because I'm gonna get that antidote." I say bluntly.
He looks up at me, his eyes are bloodshot, because he hasn't slept in days. He's been working on formulas for me. To keep me healthy.
"No, Y/N." He shakes his head.
"I don't want you gone, Sherlock." I bite my bottom lip.
"And I don't want you dead." He says, grabbing my wrist.
"I'd rather die than have you forget me again. Do you know how painful it was?" My voice cracks.
"I know, Y/N, I know...but you need to keep in mind that you'll be putting our offspring's life at risk as well." He tells me.
I keep quiet and hold back tears.
He's right...
If I go, our baby will be at risk too.
"After I forget; you have to try and forget me...for the baby." He says softly, pulling me in for a hug.
I drop the test tube on the ground, letting it shatter, it's contents spilling as I hug Sherlock tightly.
I have a plan, but I can't tell him.
I'll go to Jim.
He'll help me get the antidote for Sherlock, whom I'll leave my baby with.
In return I'll fake my death and go with him.
I'm sorry Sherlock, but you and the baby mean more to me than myself.