Imagine helping Sherlock find Loki (part 3)

Sherlock lead you back to 221b Baker Street, refusing to let you go home alone after what'd happened. "Stay in my room", he said letting you into his room and escorting you over to the bed, sitting down on it. "But where will you sleep?", you ask, not wanting to cause any trouble. "I will sleep on the sofa. It's not as bad as staying at Johns flat, his bed is terrible. No wonder he's always cranky in the mornings", Sherlock says, trailing off to himself. "Since when have you slept at Johns ...", you say smiling, and you watch the cogs in Sherlocks mind try to come up with a reasonable excuse. "I lost my key", he replied, getting up and heading to the door. "You're lying", you chuckle, smiling for the first time in a while as he turns and leaves the room. You sigh and think that you should probably get yourself cleaned up, so get up and head to the bathroom. The second you've locked the door and started running the water in the bath, there was a knock on the door. "Y/N, are you okay?", Sherlock asks from behind the door. "Yes I'm fine, just taking a bath", you say, taking off your dirty jacket and flinging it into the corner. You go over to the sink, looking in the mirror above it and look at yourself, a small bruise on your cheek, a cut on your forehead and streaked with dirt. You run the taps and splash water over your face, cleaning yourself up. You look back up into the mirror, and your pulse freezes. "You can't kill me that easily", Loki sneered, staring at you from the mirror, standing directly behind you, his face contorted in an evil grin. You immediately try to scream to Sherlock but Loki grabs you, his hand clamped over your mouth, his other around your neck. You try to hit out at him with all your strength, your muffled cries and screams going unheard to Sherlock. "You are mine!", Loki snarls, and you try to break free of him, but he forces you back into the sink, your back hitting the base, your head hitting the mirror, smashing it. "Y/N, you okay? What's wrong?", Sherlock says from behind the door on hearing the mirror smashing, trying to open the door. You manage to bite Loki's hand on your mouth, him yelling in pain. "SHERLOCK!", you scream, as he tries to break down the door. Loki snarls at you and drags you kicking and screaming, his hand tightly clamped around your throat. Sherlock kept shouting your name, banging on the door, trying to force it open. "You are my pet, and when they disobey their master, they need to be punished", Loki spat at you, turning you around to face him. He then threw you with all his might straight into the bath, your head plunging under the water. You thrashed around wildly as Loki kept you pinned under the water, drowning you. Your vision started to blur, you couldn't breath, he was choking you and drowning you, your lungs ready to burst, the sound of your own frantic heartbeat, the splashing of the water, Sherlock screaming your name and Loki's laughter ringing in your head. Just as you feel the water crash into your lungs, a strong pair of hands grabs you and pulls you out, chocking, spluttering above the surface. You lie there, gasping, as you calm yourself and lay eyes onto the owner of those hands. It was Sherlock, holding onto you, soaked in water and sweat, his once lovely curly black hair all wet. "Y/N", was all he said, his eyes wide in fear and concern. You frantically look around the room, half expecting Loki to strike out at both of you, but you couldn't see him anywhere. "B-but, where's Loki?", you cry, shaking, holding onto Sherlock as he tries to calm you down, your eyes frantically scanning the room. There was water everywhere on the floor, and the smashed mirror on the floor, with the bathroom door clean off it's hinges on the floor too. "He's not here", he says calmly, loosening his hold on you. "No, he was here! Where is he? He-I- please- help me", you cry, breaking down into tears, throwing your arms around him. Sherlock doesn't say anything as you bury yourself into him, he just cradles you, scooping you up out of the bath into his arms, dripping wet. "It's okay Y/N. It's alright, I'm here. Nothing bad will happen, I will never let you out of my sight again", he whispered calmingly into your ear. He picks up a large towel as he carriers you through to the front room and sits you down onto one of the chairs, wrapping the towel around you. "Please, don't leave me", you whisper to him. "Don't worry, I won't", he says back, sitting down on the arm of the chair, letting you rest your head in his lap as he puts and arm around you, gently stroking you as you closed your eyes, letting yourself calm down with a small sleep.

End of Part 3