Sherlock One-Shots and Preferences

Sherlock - Pick Me Up and Dust Me Off

For @LightwormGoesOnFire

From the rear window of the Y/L/N family 1966 Vahulle Y/N waved sadly to William who wore a small frown.  As the car disappeared slowly disappearing into the horizon he looked down in defeat, tears brimming his eye lids. Y/N was the good friend of William, they were truly two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. But sadly the parents of Y/N forced her to move with them to America for a job offering. It was painful to see his only best friend go, it truly took a toll on his life. He began to feed his pain on others, he turned to narcotics and cigarettes to try to ease his pain, and closed everyone out of his life because Y/N was the only one he let in. All because of one girl. One special girl.

~~~

Sherlock clutched the picture of Y/N tighter to his chest, remembering faint memories of her laughter and her beautiful smile. His heart began to ache again, the frozen muscle began to thaw, leaking out feelings that he wasn't strong enough to comprehend. The  only way he knew how to stop it was heroin. It calmed him, and allowed him to slip away from the painful memories that his brain always revisits.

Frantically searching through his drawer, Sherlock pulled out the small wooden box with a shiny finish and unlocked the small lock with shaking hands. Within seconds the lighter was melting the heroin, and the small tip of the syringe sucked up the liquid making it dissipate from the spoon.

Quickly, he found a vein and inserted the needle, making all the light liquid flow into his bloodstream. Within seconds the drug took effect, blurring the feelings Sherlock had felt. Sighing in pleasure he lay on the floor, and drifted into his mind palace.

Meanwhile, John had contacted Y/N Y/L/N through his blogs which she read and commented on daily. He invited her over today to surprise Sherlock. First thing she did was carefully take in her surroundings. She told John that Sherlock or as she knew him as 'William' had lost his mind just by looking around. He was never messy or unorganized, this wasn't the Sherlock she knew.

Once she was satisfied Y/N headed to the bedroom, her stomach dropped as she creaked to door open.

There lay Sherlock, sleeve rolled, needle beside him and open box containing who knows what. His head drifted from side to side slowly, and his eyes were closed. Y/N gasped and  immediately straddled Sherlock. (Don't think this the sexual way gosh you guys are dirty) He had changed quite a lot it the some odd years the lost each other, his cheekbones were prominent and he looked deathly skinny. Her hand raised into the air and came down upon sherlocks cheek despite the pain it took her to do it. The red handprint began to show as sherlocks eyes cracked open.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes! How dare you break our promise!" She yelled, despite Sherlock being right beneath her. His eyes widened, he didn't know how to answer, he was too stunned to say anything. Sherlocks mouth opened as to say something, but only a pathetic squeak came out.

"Y-Y/N?" The name rolled of his tongue like it used to years ago.

"Never mind Y/N!" She mocked. "What the fuck!" Y/N's face got redder, she was beyond angry.

~~~
(Flashback)

"You have to promise me something Sherlock."

"What is it?" He groaned.

"I'm serious!" Y/N whined and slapped his shoulder. He straightened up knowing he only had a couple of days left with his bestest friend.

"I want you to promise me-" she continued. "That you will take care of yourself when I'm gone. Don't get into trouble, and spend time with your family."

"Well for gods sake don't make it sound like you're dying!" Sherlock snapped.

"What am I supposed to making it sound like! Just promise me!" Y/N huffed, getting worked up.

"Okay, okay, I promise." He sighed. "Why did you say that? Why did you ask me such a thing?"

Y/N hesitated, but eventually scooched closer to Sherlock and wrapped her arms around his scrawny frame.

"Because I'll miss you."

After the awkward second of sitting there stunned, Sherlock hugged back resting his head atop hers. For once in his life he vowed to keep a promise.

~~~

"I'm so-sorry." Sherlock stuttered. His eyes drooped down, ashamed that someone he had missed for so long was here and saw him do something no one should see.

Y/N's eyes glossed over, and she quickly got off of Sherlock. She gathered the contents on the floor and stuffed them all into the box, then locked it again with the mini lock laying on the ground.

She opened the window letting the cold winter air pour into the warm room, making Sherlock shiver. In one swift move she Y/N whipped the box into the street. She turned back to Sherlock and stalked over to him.

There was nothing for him to say. He couldn't deny that he uses drugs, and he really didn't have any proof to support any of arguments. All he could do was look down in shame.

"I'm gone for a couple years and you loose yourself." Y/N growls.

"I don't even know what to say. You promised."

"Y/N please..." Sherlock pleaded. She looked out the window, seeing the cars drive by.

"I missed you, I couldn't function without you Y/N! Nothing made me happy anymore. I couldn't stop thinking of you, you- you changed my life and then left me alone!"

"Well how do you think I felt! Being forced away from my friend and forced to stay with parents that didn't even care about me!" Y/N cried, her eyebrows scrunched and eyes pleading.

Speechless once again, Sherlock stayed silent.

"I loved you." Y/N then whispered, tears slipping down her illuminated face. Sherlock approached her, saddened by the way his friend was effected. He wrapped his arms around her and she began to bawl in his arms.

"I-I stayed s-strong for y-you!" She cried. Sherlock only held her tighter.

Pushing away from him Y/N wiped her eyes and inhaled deeply. "I'm going to change you Holmes! We'll do it together. I'll pick you up and dust you off for better or for worse!" She declared, poking sherlocks chest for every word.

"Because you love me?" Sherlock questioned, a smug look on his face. There was the old Sherlock that she had grown to love.

"Shut up and kiss me." Y/N smiled, and inched her face and body closer to sherlocks. His lips landed upon hers, and from there on Sherlock knew he had developed a new addiction, Y/N.

Sorry this took so long, I wanted to make it perfect.