"Get out." I growled, picking Rosamund up from her crib and cradling her to my chest.
"Ohohoh, you're sassy face to face, but that's just an act." His smooth voice sent shivers down my spine, I backed away from him slowly, ready to yell for Sherlock. "Ah ah ah... You yell and a bullet goes through your head, and the baby's." He grinned.
"What do you want from me?" I snapped, fear rising in my chest.
"From you? Dear, nothing is about you, you're too mundane, normal, it honestly astounds me that Sherlock kept you, maybe you're just an...
Experiment." Moriarty jarred, I gritted my teeth and looked down.
"I love Sherlock." I retorted.
"Oh yes, but does Sherlock LOVE you?" He raised his voice at love. I winced, it was just quiet enough so the boys couldn't hear it. Rosamund stirred, making a soft whimpering noise.
"This is about Sherlock, then?" I ignored his last comment.
"Isn't it always?" Moriarty shrugged, pulling a gun from his jacket. I stared at it, before bolting to the door, putting Rosamund on the ground outside and closing it tight, knocking the weak hinge so it couldn't be busted open without a lot of noise. "Clever, save the baby." He stepped closer. I pressed myself against the door frame.
"She can't fight for herself." I growled, trying to hold up enough confidence to keep him at bay.
"And you can? Against a man with a gun?" He stared at me questionably.
"You either shoot me dead, or shoot me dead fighting." I shrugged, before running full speed at him and swinging, catching him off guard. My fist met his jaw, sending him tumbling against the crib, with a loud crash. The boys surely heard that. Redbeard howled outside, and began barking wildly.
"Oh, feisty are we?" He rubbed the blood from his lip and fired a shot at my leg, it hit without giving me the chance to dodge. I wailed, doubling over and gripping the wound. Moriarty grabbed a fistful of my hair and lifted me, violently throwing me against the wall. He stomped his foot repeatedly into my stomach, beating the sense out of me. I grabbed his leg and tripped him. I overpowered him and began punching his chest while struggling to get to his face. He kicked me off effortlessly and tossed me on the floor.
"(Y/N)!?" Sherlock roared, dashing up the stairs, spotting Rosamund crying on the floor. John rushed over and picked her up. I lifted my head, feeling hope fill me.
"I-In here!" I let out a strangled yell. Moriarty growled at me, stepping down on my throat hard, before throwing the window open and making his way to freedom. I gasped violently, squirming on the floor trying to regain the air in my lungs. The door caved in, John and Sherlock were at my side in seconds.
"Damn it." John shouted, kicking the wall. He knelt down and applied pressure on the bullet wound with a blanket. Sherlock called an ambulance, but said nothing to me.
~timeskip~
It had been three days since the incident, Sherlock had hardly spoken to me, he often left me alone in the living room, taking Redbeard out for hours at a time. John kept Rosamund at home now, with a sitter, I didn't blame him.
"Morning, (Y/N)." John greeted, walking through the front door.
"Hi, John..." I looked over at him, smiling softly.
"You seem upset, is Sherlock still ignoring you?" A bit of anger raised in his voice.
"I guess." I shrugged, patting Redbeard's head.
"That- ugh. I'm sorry about him (Y/N), I'll talk to him." John sighed, looking to Sherlock's office.
"Let him do what he wants." I grabbed my crutches, and limped out to the deck, Redbeard in tow. I could hear John storm up the stairs, knocking loudly at Sherlock's office. There was a mumble to come in, before John began shouting.
"What the hell are you doing!? Ignoring (Y/N), pretending she's nothing? She's a bloody good woman, who saved my daughter and who loves your ungrateful soul more than anyone ever could, and you sit here, overlooking her after she's been through a horribly traumatic experience. I know you're not good with emotions, but for one damn bloody time, show her you care about her, because I know you do!" John roared, his voice never dropping the entire time he ranted. My heart sank as a listened, waiting for Sherlock's response.
"I can't." Sherlock responded solemnly.
"Why the bloody hell not-"
"Because I'm the reason she was almost killed! I'm the reason Mary was killed, I'm the reason she has been put in danger so many times, and it's making me feel things I've never felt. I can't return her love because I'll get her killed, I'm not meant to love someone, John, and she's not meant to love me." Sherlock's uproar caught me off guard. Tears slipped down my face, he never said anything like that before, it was a vulnerable side of Sherlock that was impossible to find unless he showed it to you. It was a moment before I noticed I was at the bottom of the stairs.
"Sherlock-"
"No, John. This... This life in a home in the country, with a family and a dog, it's not my life, it's the life she's meant to be living with a man who can show her proper love, and a man who can protect her." Sherlock murmured. I was at the door, staring at the wooden frame, it's white paint chipped from age, leaving lines through it.  "I'm not... That man..." Sherlock's voice quivered, I could tell he was crying. I reached for the knob, placing my hand on the cool metal. Tears rolled down my face at a rapid pace. I twisted it and threw the door open. Sherlock looked up at me, shocked.
"You are that man." My voice rang out clear. "You're the one and only man, who's ever made me feel important, and significant, so don't belittle yourself because you don't love like everyone else!" I cried. "Moriarty may have been after me because of you, but I'd rather be on the run with you than alone with some boring man in a stuffy flat, who doesn't make me feel anything more than wanted. You don't make me feel wanted, you make me feel needed. Every day I've spent with you turned my mundane abused baker life into an adventure, I finally have someone in my life who makes each day feel worth living for. So don't you dare throw that away on me, if you're afraid, I'm afraid too, so we can be afraid together, and it'll be okay, so please." I stopped to wipe the tears away, and clear my throat. "Please stay with me." I whispered, letting out a soft sob. John stared at me, his eyes wide with sorrow. Sherlock stood slowly, he took a few steps towards me and then grabbed my hand.
"(Y/N)... I'm sorry... You proved me wrong, and I will stay with you.. if you promise... That it will be us, until death tears us apart." He knelt down, I felt my heart racing.
"You're proposing right after you threatened to leave!?" John whisper shouted, but Sherlock silenced him.
"Her speech proved me wrong, it made me realize that I was more important to her, and she was more important to me than I was capable of thinking. (Y/N) you've opened my mind to love, and care, and feelings I can't explain... I always want to feel them, but only with you.. so.. (Y/N) (L/N). Will you spend the rest of your life, following me into my strange adventures." Sherlock chuckled softly at the end, looking up at me hopefully. I knelt down in front of him and wiped a few more tears away, before throwing myself into his embrace.
"Of course!" I cried. Hugging him tightly. Redbeard wagged his tail, licking both of our faces.
I couldn't explain, the joy in my heart.