Sherlock Imagines

Don't Take Me Back There (Part 2)-Sherlock

Sleep just wasn't going to happen for you tonight. You tossed and turned in the bed but nothing helped. You flipped the covers off the top half of your body and stared at the ceiling. Your mind was all over the place. Thoughts ran across your mind of Marty. You were wanting so desperately for Sherlock Holmes to solve your case. You really just wanted it solved now. But you knew that it would take some time and you were completely willing to wait, not matter how long it took.
You rolled onto your side and placed your hand behind your head. You squeezed your eyes shut and hoped that you might fall asleep. But it was just false hope.

Sherlock was out in the living room sitting in his chair. John was still there as well and was watching his friend curiously. He smiled and began to chuckle.

"What?" Sherlock asked.

John just continued to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Sherlock asked again, raising his voice slightly.

"I don't know. It's just. I've never seen you this way before and it's interesting. Really, it's quite interesting." John said.

Sherlock just stared at his friend in confusion. John sighed and turned around. He walked down the steps to leave.

"I'm off. I'll probably be over tomorrow." John said.

Sherlock didn't answer just put his hands in prayer position under his chin and thought.

You weren't sure if you were dreaming or if it was real, but once you felt him holding you down you knew it was real. You struggled against him but he had your arms pinned down under his knees. His one hand covered your mouth to keep you from screaming and the other held a knife, ready to be stabbed into anyone.

"You thought that I wouldn't be able to find you. Didn't you?" Marty asked.

You stared at him in horror, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. He brushed his knife across your cheeks causing shivers to run down your spine. You began to struggle and he placed the knife against your throat. It was basically a sign saying "don't do that or you will die." You stopped and began to pant hard.
Your heart beat against your chest and you closed your eyes waiting for him to kill you. But he never did. You opened your eyes to see him smiling at you. He moved his hand that was covering your mouth slightly and you took an opportunity.
You bit down on his finger and he threw his hand back causing him to drop the knife.

"Sherlock!" You screamed.

Suddenly, Marty's hand flew to your throat and you began to choke. You freed your hands and held onto his wrists. It wasn't long before the fall, curly haired detective burst into the room. He saw you choking and then looked at Marty holding you. Marty looked at Sherlock and could see anger in his eyes. Marty looked away and just as he turned back Sherlock put niches him hard in the face knocking him out.
You coughed as Marty's grip was released. You took deep breaths as Sherlock sat down next to you.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

You nodded and looked at him, "Thank you." You said hoarsely.

Without thinking you both wrapped your arms around each other. You cried into his shoulder and he stroked your hair and rubbed your back.

"I'll have John take a look at you. Just to make sure that there's no serious damage done." Sherlock said.

You nodded, "Alright." You said.

Sherlock got up and walked out of the room to get his phone. You looked to your side at Marty and then followed after Sherlock. As you came out Sherlock was hanging up.

"He's on his way." He said.

"Okay." You said.

Then there was silence. You stepped forward and opened your mouth to say something but not before a piercing feeling was found in your right shoulder. You cried out in pain as Sherlock caught you before you fell. Marty had woken up and threw his knife at you. Succeeding in planting the knife in your shoulder. Marty slipped out the window as John came in and you fell unconscious.