Sherlock Imagines

She's A What? (Part 2)-John

~John's POV~

I set y/n's head on my lap and looked up at the man.

"You did this!" I shouted.

"Well, I was just trying to keep her from going crazy again." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Wh-what you mean she hasn't told you? Well I course not. Who would tell that secret?" The man said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"She's an assassin." He said.

I looked at him with disbelief. I looked up at Sherlock but he just looked down at me with eyes that told me it was true.

"No. No, this can't be true." I said to myself.

I laid her head down on the ground and stood up straight. Before anything else happened sirens were heard and police began to make their way inside. The man turned and ran and wasn't apprehended. Some paramedics came in and took y/n and began to work on her. Sherlock and I got in a cab and drove back to the flat.

~Your POV~

|Weeks Later|

You were finally released from the hospital. As you walked outside you were surprised to see that Mycroft was there to pick you up. You smiled and hugged him before getting in the car. He took you to 221B and you were slightly surprised to see that almost everyone you knew was there. Molly, Mrs. Hudson, Greg, Sherlock, and John.
You were greeted with smiles and hugs and everyone telling you of how happy they were to see you better. Everyone but Sherlock and John. They stayed afar off just staring at you. You finally got away from everyone else and got to them. Sherlock smiled at you and you gave him a hug which he returned.

"We're glad to see that you're alright, y/n." Sherlock said.

"Are we really, Sherlock?" John asked.

The smile that was planted on your face slowly melted off as you looked at John. He didn't look happy, but seemed angry, upset, and hurt.

"Are you alright, John?" You asked.

"No, and I need to talk to you." He said.

"Okay." You said and followed him into the kitchen, "What is it?" You asked.

"We found out, y/n. Sherlock and I know." John asked.

"You guys know what?" You asked.

"You can stop playing dumb, y/n. He told us your secret."

Your eyes widened as you came to the realization of what he was talking about, "You don't mean....about my past?" You asked.

"Yes. When you were a killer." John said.

"John, I-"

"Tell me, how did you do it all? Hmm? All those kills without having even one second thought. You just did it, didn't you?" John said.

"Yes. But I don't do that anymore, John." You said, tears falling down your cheeks.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I-I don't want to see you again, y/n." He said.

You looked into his eyes before nodding, "Okay."

He walked away from you and joined Sherlock once again. You stared off into the distance for a moment before wiping the tears away. You took a few deep breaths and then went to join everyone. After a little while of talking you decided hat you were going to go to you flat. Everyone said good night and you walked down the stairs.
You sat down in your chair and listened for everyone to leave. Soon everyone was gone, and you stood up. You pulled out one of your old hand guns and walked back to your living room. Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you shot the wall in anger, sadness, and hurt. After you were done, you threw the gun away from you and let more tears slip. Your door opened and Sherlock walked in.

"Y/n?" He called.

You didn't respond but just kept crying. Soon two arms enveloped around you and you started to cry harder. Sherlock rubbed your back and calmed you down. After all the years of knowing him, he had become like a big brother to you.
Once you were calm, Sherlock looked at your face. He wiped away the last few tears and smiled at you.

"Don't ruin that pretty face with tears." He said.

You managed a little laugh but then it faded.

"I'm a monster Sherlock." You said.

"No you're not. You are a wonderful, beautiful young woman. Nothing will change that now. Not even your background." He said.

"But I'm guilty of all those murders." You said.

"That's all in the past. What matters is your future." He said.

You smiled at him and gave him one last hug.

"Get some rest, y/n." Sherlock said and kissed your forehead.

"Alright." You said and watched him leave.

You slipped under your covers and shut your eyes. Sleep overcame you almost immediately.