"So, Ms. (L/N), that ends our session!" My therapist smiled. He was a tall man, African, thick accent.

"Oh thank you sir.." I smiled back, this was my second session, I had one every month now. I stepped out of his office, and walked outside to get a taxi. The air was thick with the smell of cars and the busy London stench. I sighed and climbed into the taxi and asked for 221B, the cabbie smiled oddly, before taking off towards Baker Street. 

Ten minutes passed when I realized I had never asked him to go to Baker Street, I had just said 221B.

"Er.. S-sir... How did you know I meant 221B Baker Street?" I asked fearfully. The cabbie smiled again and chuckled.

"I've been there before." The man's smirk grew larger, a chilling sensation rolled up my spine, I decided to text Sherlock.

'I'm with a creepy cabbie Sherlock, he knew where I was going without even asking...' - Y/I (your initials)

I waited anxiously for Sherlock to text back, it's not like there was anything I could do about the cabbie until he gave me directions. My phone vibrated.

'Y/N, jump out of the cab now. Wherever you jump it's better than anything he has planned for you.' -SH

Panic struck me like a knife to the chest. I scrambled to the door and began tugging violently.

"Where are you going?" The man's soft, chilling voice demanded. I screamed and shoved the door open, tumbling onto the hood of a red car, smashing my nose. I cried out before running blindly to the sidewalk, falling to my knees. My entire body was trembling, blood roared in my ears blocking out the sounds of gasps and cries from the people around me. 

I was back with Liam, he was holding me by the throat against the wall.

"Don't you ever go to the bar without my permission again!!" He shrieked, pulling me back and slamming me against the wall again. I let out a weak sob and nodded. His face was red, his eyes were mad with anger and ambition. His ambition was always to rule over others, and I would be the easiest target for him. I never fought back, I just took any beating without question. (Sorry guys if you wouldn't do this, but it's kinda my personality ^^')

"Y/N? Stand up and breathe please." A familiar more comforting voice walk me from my thoughts. I opened my eyes slowly, Sherlock and John were in front of me. John was asking the crowd to leave and Sherlock was helping me to my feet. I was shaking, my eyes were glazed over like clean sheets of glass. 

"Just breathe Y/N, I think you broke your nose." John commented as he walked back over. I hardly noticed the throbbing pain in my face until he mentioned it. 

"No kidding..." I laughed anxiously. Sherlock helped me over to a bench and sat me down. 

"John can you do anything about this?" Sherlock turned to him. John walked over and kneeled, he examined my nose carefully.

"It's not cut so I don't think you'll need stitches, but I can wrap it until you get to the hospital?" He looked at me for permission.

I nodded nervously, as he took some medical wrap he brought from the house out of his pocket, he began to wrap it in circles around my face. I felt pain gush through my nose, I inhaled sharply and winced away.

"It's okay! It's okay!" John cried. I sighed and leaned forward to let him continue. He finished wrapping it and helped me over to the taxi, and we rode off to the hospital.

Four hours later I was all wrapped up and casted, and on my way back to 221B. I stared groggily out the window, the effects of the painkillers were kicking in very nicely. I yawned and looked at Sherlock.

"You have nice curls." I smiled drowsily. Sherlock stared at me, utterly confused.

"I... I do..?" He blinked.

"Yeaaaaappp you do." I giggled. John laughed and smirked at us from the front seat.

"What are you laughing at?" Sherlock growled, his cheeks flushing a pink color. 

"You silly!" I sat up and ran my hand through his hair. Sherlock blushed and pushed me away.

"What are you doing?!" Sherlock cried.

"Papping your hair!" I giggled, before leaning against him and falling sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was raining, we had reached the flat and I realized... I was floating? No.. Sherlock was carrying me in his arms. I blushed but quickly closed my eyes again. 

How could he make me feel this way?

So warm and happy?

It was strange.

I yawned softly and fell asleep.