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"What?" You were staring at your boyfriend. "What do you mean you have to leave?" "I... I have to go... Im sorry (y/n)" Mycroft kissed your cheek before walking out the front door. [Two Years Later] "(y/n)?" "Mycroft?" Mycroft walked into the living room to see you sitting by the fire. "(y/n)!" Mycroft ran to you and embraced you in probably the longest hug he has ever had. "Mycroft.... I-" "OI! Who the bloody h*ll are you!!" "(y/n)? No... Please tell me you didn't move on..." "I.. I'm sorry Mycroft..." "(y/n).. What happened to us? What happened to our relationship?" "Im sorry Mycroft, you've been gone for two years... I couldn't hang on t

"Why?" You took a deep breath, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" "I.. I didn't know how, Please (y/n), don't leave me" Sherlock tries to grab your arm but you pull away before he can. "Don't touch me..." Those three words, you could have sworn, made Sherlock die inside. "I just need to think..." Sherlock, an unemotional sociopath, had slowly fallen head over heels in love with you, in only a matter of three days. But Sherlock had a much bigger secret, he was a recovering drug addict. You ran to the bathroom, and locked the door. You slid down the door, and just as you felt the cold, tile floor, you heard a voice, you hadn't heard since you

 A Sherlock Holmes BBC Fanfiction Chapter Two: Work Call "Hello?" "Hello Alex, this is Sherlock." "How did you get my number?" "When you were doing deductions, I took a peek at your phone." "Okay" {A/N: When something is in Italics, its what the character is thinking} Okay, Mr. Holmes, your started to freak me out. "I was wondering if you would like to come work with me?" "What do you mean 'work'" "I work for the police, figuring out homicides and other personal things, I was wondering if you would like to help me?" "uhm, Yeah sure" "Okay, you start tomorrow, meet me at todays crime scene." Then he hung up. Okay, I am officially sc

 A Sherlock Holmes BBC Fanfiction Chapter One: A Strange Personality I walked off the cruise ship, taking in the cold British air. I looked around at the foggy city. Then a cold, and sharp scream rang through the city. No one said anything, they stayed their paths. I figured since there's nothing else to do, see where it came from. I walked through the quiet streets, you would occasionally here people laughing, or a light yell, but nothing to extreme. I just walked, and walked, having no idea where I was going. Then I saw a crowd of people. "Your not from here are you?" A tall, slim man asked me, staring at the scene. "No, Im originally fr