Requested by wonderlandrose
Song: As the World Falls Down by David Bowie
It took me a while to write this request but I finally got to it. I know there are quite a few of you who are also waiting for your request to be published, and I will get to them, I promise. Whether it's in this book or the next one, all the requests that have been accepted are coming as soon as possible. I hope you all enjoy this oneshot! Have a lovely day everyone ♥
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There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes A kind of pale jewel
Open and closed Within your eyes
I'll place the sky
Within your eyes
Your eyes fluttered shut as you smiled to yourself. ''This night is just perfect, Sherlock.'' You sighed contently. The deep breaths you took allowed you to completely relax and take in the wonders of London at night. You felt his hand grab yours and you opened your eyes, moving your head sideways to meet his gaze.
''Come closer,'' He whispered, smiling at you.
You groaned as you managed to lift up your body from the comfortable blanket beneath you. Sherlock's hands directed you into a new position close to his chest. He buried his nose in your soft hair and breathed in the scent of your flowery shampoo. ''I could do this every single night,'' He muttered into your ear.
A grin spread on your lips as you stared at the moon and the many stars. ''As do I,'' You agreed. ''Who knew that the roof of our flat could be so comfortable?''
''I knew. That's why I brought you here,'' He said softly. He shifted slightly, his firm grip on you not loosening for a second as he got more comfortable on the thick blanket. ''I never understood how people could be so fascinated by space and everything that goes with it. But now that I'm here with you, admiring the beauty of the world, I finally get it.''
You smiled and briefly tore away your gaze from the shining orbs in the sky to press a kiss on his lips. ''I love you, Sherlock,'' You whispered, staring into his eyes.
''I love you, too.''
You pressed a quick kiss on the tip of his nose before moving your head to look at the stars again.
It was the most pure and beautiful moment you had ever experienced. The night was cold, but the weather was still nice. The light contrasted beautifully against the deep blackness of the sky and there wasn't a single cloud to block the view. The busy streets of London accompanied by all the noise seemed so far away yet so close. You could hear cars driving by, angry chauffeurs honking and the singing of some drunk adults, but your ears seemed to ignore it all.
It was just you and Sherlock laying on the roof and basking in the subtle moonlight. No one interrupted you. It was peaceful, magical and simply perfect. You never wanted it to end. This is what you had imagined a relationship to be like. It had been an unrealistic dream but nevertheless, it had come true. Sherlock was perfect for you. And your life had become better than you could have ever wished for.
As the soft breeze hit your skin, you shut your eyes again and allowed yourself to drift off, enveloped by warmth and cosiness provided by your boyfriend. You felt his lips press against your temple so softly that it felt like a feather grazing your skin. A smile formed on your lips as you leant into him.
''(Y/N)?'' He said softly.
''Yes?'' You hummed.
''Will you marry me?''
There's such a fooled heart
Beatin' so fast
In search of new dreams
A love that will last
Within your heart
I'll place the moon
Within your heart
You let out a bellowing laugh as Sherlock twirled you around and caught you in his arms again. He continued to sway from side to side as he kept his eyes fixed on yours. The loving smile on his face as he looked at you spoke a thousand words and you couldn't help but tear up a little. This was the wedding you had always dreamt of. It was perfect in every way. Your long, white dress was simply breath-taking and flowed nicely around you as you danced with Sherlock. The ballroom wasn't too big but not too small either and was dimly lit by candles and the crystal chandelier above your heads.
But the best thing about your special day was your husband. You couldn't have wished for a sweeter, smarter and more handsome man than the one who was holding you right now. His well-tailored suit matched the décor of the ballroom. The light pink flower pinned next to his tie contrasted nicely with the black tuxedo and his curly hair was perfectly shaped into place. You couldn't help but admire his appearance at the most important day of both your lives. Your eyes were glued to him and he couldn't take his eyes off of you either as you danced to your favourite song.
''This was an excellent choice, Love. I'm glad I let you pick,'' Sherlock said softly.
''I'm glad you let me pick, too.'' You laughed.
You sang along to the music quietly, only for Sherlock to hear. He was your husband now and you wanted him to know how much he meant to you. This song by David Bowie was your favourite and had a lot of significance to you. It could make you cry each time you listened to it. To you, it held the words of the troubles you had gone through before you had met Sherlock and how he helped you become a better and happier person. You owed a lot to him, including your life. But he never asked anything back for it. He didn't need to. He had you in his life now, his beautiful wife. And as long as he could spend time with you, he'd feel more than fulfilled. The dreams he didn't even know he had, had come true today. He married the most caring and gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. And he was beyond grateful for that.
As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all,
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
''Sherlock!'' You screamed loudly.
He immediately came rushing into your shared bedroom. The second he laid eyes on your bend down figure, he froze.
You gritted your teeth and pressed down onto your aching stomach. You moaned loudly as another contraction hit you and that finally seemed to snap your terrified husband out of his daze.
''Oh my God,'' He breathed.
''Yes, our little miracle is on its way. What a time to be alive! NOW COULD YOU PLEASE GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL!?'' You yelled, glaring daggers at him.
Sherlock was taken aback by your sudden rude attitude but when he realised how much pain was ahead of you, he jumped into action, grabbing the prepared overnight bag and guiding you to the curb to hail a cab.
''Get this alien out of me!!'' You screamed, gripping Sherlock's hand so tightly he could feel his bones almost break.
''Yes, please, do,'' He hissed to the doctor and nurses, clenching his teeth.
''We're doing our best, Mr and Mrs Holmes. But we have to be careful, there are some complications,'' He said.
''Complications?'' You asked, voice soft and hoarse.
You were terrified that your baby wouldn't ever get to see the daylight. No soon-to-be mother ever expects there to be anything wrong with their child during labour and the thought of that being false, sent shivers down your spine. You gripped Sherlock's hand even tighter but he didn't care anymore. In fact, he didn't even feel it. His mind went numb at the words of the doctor.
He met your eyes, a horrified expression in his. Soon, tears filled both your eyes and Sherlock's as you clung on to each other.
''It'll be okay, Love. I'll make sure of it,'' He whispered, trying his hardest to stay strong as you sobbed into his chest.
''Save our baby, Sherlock, please.'' You sobbed, squeezing your eyes shut.
Guilt struck Sherlock like lightning. He looked down at your shaking form as he held you tightly against him. Tears started to flow from his eyes as well and there was no stopping them. He was afraid, so very afraid. The life of not only his wife was at stake, but also his unborn child. He had no idea what the future would hold for him, and it scared him more than any criminal ever could.
He took a deep, shaky breath as he let out another sob. ''I don't know how, my Darling,'' He whispered.
Falling
Falling down
Falling in love
A big smile was plastered on your face as you carefully made your way up the stairs. Sherlock's strong arms were placed securely on your back as he helped you walk safely. Your eyes seemed to be attached to the small bundle of blue blankets in your arms. The little boy you were holding had eyes just like his dad, lips just like his mum and a soft glow to his skin that could only be described as a young child's innocence.
Sherlock held the door open for both of you and let you walk inside with your new born before he followed you, closing the door.
''Welcome home, Mike,'' You whispered, kissing your son's head.
Your husband came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he looked at his child. ''He's perfect,'' He mumbled. ''Thank you, my Love.''
You kissed his lips briefly ''No need to thank me, Sherl. You are partially responsible after all.''
A laugh left his lips and he nuzzled his face closer to your neck. ''I love you,'' He breathed.
You shut your eyes, relishing in this perfect moment. ''I love you, too.'' Your eyes suddenly snapped open when realisation struck you and you swiftly turned around, pulling away from your husband's embrace and placing Mike in his arms.
''Wha-What are you doing?'' He stammered, confused.
''I forgot to buy diapers! I'm such an idiot! Who forgets to buy diapers for a baby! I'm running to the store right now!'' You rambled, already working on grabbing your coat, wallet and keys.
''Darling, you need to rest. I'll go get them, it's fine,'' Sherlock objected.
''No, no, you need some father-son bonding time. You haven't held him much since he was born. Besides, the pain isn't as bad anymore, I'll go.'' You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and another one on your son's head. ''Bye, guys! I'll be right back.''
Before Sherlock had the time to process things and object, you were already out the door and on your way to the shop, leaving your small and completely confused family behind.
Sherlock shook his head a few times, coming to terms with your stubbornness. ''Alright, then,'' He decided. ''I guess it's just you and I until your mother comes back, Mike.''
But his mother never did come home...
When the gun was fired and the bullet flew through the air at a frightening speed, you had no clue of what was happening around you. You didn't even notice the loud noise ripping through the air. You were too focussed on providing for your young son.
However, when you finally did acknowledge the scene around you, it was already too late. The bullet hit you right in between your ribs, damaging your lung beyond repair. Blood filled the organ as you fell to the ground, eyes wide in shock as you processed what had happened. All around you, people ran towards you in a state of pure panic. They called for help, dialled the alarm number but it wasn't enough.
As blood trickled down your cheek, your head fell to the side and your eyes closed. Within seconds, your heart stopped pumping blood through your veins and you were gone.
I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we're strangers 'til now,
We're choosing the path
Between the stars
I'll leave my love
Between the stars
The soft snores of the Holmes boys echoed through the small flat. Sherlock's hand dangled off the sofa as the other held his son tightly, making sure the baby didn't roll off his chest in his sleep. Every breath he took made his chest rise and fall slowly. The calm and peaceful pattern had lulled Mike to sleep as well and both boys got the rest they so desperately needed.
Ever since Sherlock received the phone call, announcing your passing, his life and his son's had changed drastically. What was pure bliss and happiness one moment had turned into misery and heartache by the simple ringing of a phone. The detective rarely slept anymore and neither did Mike. The young baby- though unaware why his mother wasn't holding him anymore- missed you more than ever and late at night, horrible dreams haunted him. Of course, he didn't understand that yet but it was enough to wake him up and dissolve into tears.
His dad spent most nights staring at pictures of you, going through your things in your closet and holding your clothes against him as he sobbed. He was desperate to keep the memories he had of you alive, to keep your scent in the things you had left behind. He missed you more than he ever had before in his life. It was a terrible ache in his chest and no matter what he did, it wouldn't soften. Not even a little bit. But it was something he was forced to deal with. He had responsibilities, the life of another human being to protect. He couldn't abandon his son, he just couldn't.
No matter how much pain your sudden passing caused him, no matter how much it hurt him to face his son in the morning and be reminded of you, he was going to get through it. He was going to be the best dad he could to Mike. And he wasn't alone. He had family and friends to help him, who would aid him in this tough time. Mike would be raised without a mother, but there were plenty of others he could go to with his problems and struggles when he got older. They were all there for him and for his dad. They'd never be alone.
As the cries of his son filled Sherlock's ears, he opened his eyes and sat up. He held Mike close to his chest, rocking him back and forwards to soothe his tears and console his fear. And as the young child's eyes began to droop again, Sherlock sang the song you so often sang for him.
The song that had played at your wedding and had helped you battle life in your younger years. And he knew that if you could face such tragedy and stay the strong person you were, he could do it, too.
The song became for him what it had once been for you; a promise of love and strength no matter how hard things would get and a reminder to always keep fighting.
As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all,
But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down