Sherlock Imagines

An Unusual Love (Part 2)-Sherlock

Present day:
You walked down the hall and into the kitchen. You made some tea and poured it into two cups. You took one of them and sat on the couch. The other cup just sat there the steam blowing out. You sipped yours and just stared at the floor. A loud thud came from downstairs and footsteps coming up the stairs filled your ears. The door creaked open and there stood the curly brown haired detective. You gave him a slight smile as he walked into the kitchen. He took his coat off and hung it on the hook and did the same with his scarf. He came back into the living room with his tea cup in hand. He sat down in his normal chair and did the same as you were, just stared blankly. Silence befell the both of you as it always did. Ever since that night years ago John had insisted you move into the extra room at 221B. You accepted it and moved in. But you and Sherlock never seemed to speak to each other. The reason was unknown. 
You stood up and walked back into the kitchen. You placed the cup in the sink and quietly left not even realizing that Sherlock's gaze had been frozen on you. Before you reached your flat the front door opened and John walked in. He saw you and smiled.

"Hey y/n."  He said.

"Hi John."  You greeted back.

He ran up the steps passed you and into Sherlock's flat. You stared up the steps for a moment before going down the rest of the stairs to your door. Then John rushed back down the steps and out the front door.

'That was strange.' You thought.

You shrugged and opened your door. Complete darkness. That had always haunted you since that time and it was all coming back. This time you didn't turn the light on. You began to back away out of your flat and imposed into someone.

"Sherlock!" You screamed just as the man covered your mouth.

You heard the upstairs door fly open and the sound of steps rushing down the steps. Sherlock appeared and the man held a knife up to your throat. You stared down at it with wide frightful eyes. You looked at Sherlock, trying to hold back tears and not show any emotion, like he had sort of taught you. Really you just picked it up from watching him all the time.
Then suddenly there was a 'whack!' sound and the man holding you toppled over. John stood behind him holding his gun in his hand. You sighed in relief and grabbed Sherlock's arm for support. Then you pulled him in and wrapped your arms around him.

"Thank you." You whispered.

"You're welcome." He said running your back to comfort you.

And to your surprise, it worked. You looked at him straight in the eyes and finally read something. Worry. He was worried about you.

"Iloveyou." He whispered quickly.

"I love you too." You said.

You pulled him in close and kissed him right then and there in front of John. But you didn't care. You had the world's only consulting detective there to always help you when you needed it. And best of all, he loved you, so much.