final part of the haunted

Type: Songfic (arms by Christina Perri)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader x Greg

Warnings: Self harm, suicide intention

I never thought you'd be the one to hold my heart

You sat on the bench, staring ahead. You were so, so stupid. What kind of her girl has two of her closets guy friends arguing over who gets to be with her stranded at her apartment. You looked down at you feet, the park was quiet and peaceful. "Quite bright for nightime isn't it?" Your head snapped up to find Sherlock staring back at you. "Full Moon." You answered dully. He walked around the bench and sat next to you, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. "For the record, Gavin had no idea where to look." Sherlock remarked, looking at you. "You come here to think. You liked how the light hits the water in the fountain, during the day you enjoy reading and maybe a walk. During the night you think." Sherlock's gaze never left you.

But you came and knocked me off the ground from the start

"You remembered all that?" You echoed quietly. Sherlock always seemed reluctant to come with you, hating the outside exposure. You never would of believed he actually listened to you, you stared down at your feet.

"Of course I did. I remember everything." A sly smirk tugged at his lips and you smiled and shook your head. "I thought you would of deleted it, classified it as unimportant."

"Nothing you tell me gets deleted, well except the story of when you walked in on Donovan and Anderson in her office." He shivered and you chuckled slightly. "All my life I've believed that sentiment is a chemical defect. That it was a meager distraction and that it didn't help. All it did was get people hurt for stupid reasons." The detective looked down at his hands.

You put your arms around me and I believe it's easier for you to let me go

Your heart ached at this statement, you bit back a response as the genius opened his mouth to continue. "I... I believed that until something I'll never forget happened."

"And what was that?" You asked, expecting him to bring up when he met John or another one of his few friends.

"Well, I was at Scottland yard, and I was texting John. I didn't look up and I collided with a woman. She dropped everything she was holding, letting out a variety of colorful words at me. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. All I saw were beautiful (eye color eyes) and (hair length) (hair color) hair." He turned and looked at you. You bit your lip, smiling slightly at the memory of how you'd first met Sherlock. "The point is (your name), I didn't realize how much of a necessity you were until I had to leave you. It's always been you (your name) you're the thing that's constantly in my mind, the thing I can't live without. You've saved me in so many ways." His knee shook slightly as he spoke, he soon found himself unable to look at you.

You put your arms around me and I'm home

"Sherlock when you left it hurt me. It hurt a lot." You looked over at him, the guilt that spread across his features broke your heart. You reached over and gently took his hand in yours, finding the familiar warmth you'd missed for so long. "But I never stopped loving you." 

How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around

Sherlock looked at you with wide eyes, he reminded you of a lost child in a certain sense. He'd been thrown into a world of emotions he refused to acknowledge existed, he was still identifying what emotion was what, trying to explain his own feelings was clearly hard for him.

I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown

You scooted closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder. You felt him relax under your touch, "I missed you." You said softly.

"I missed you too." He murmured, burying his face in your hair.

You loved Sherlock, you were pretty sure that was a given. You bit your lip, but right now you weren't emotionally stable. How could you love someone when you had trouble loving yourself? Your thoughts all swarmed through out your mind, but when Sherlock slowly put his arm around you, your worries all melted away. "Sometimes wrong."

"I'm fine." You smiled.

"(Your Name), fake smiles don't work with me. Not because I'm a genius either." He looked down at you.

I hope that you see right through my walls

"Sherlock it hurt so much." You murmured, curling into his side a bit. You savored the moment, something you had missed for so long. You hated the fact that all you've seemed to be was an emotional wreck. (A/n: sorry) "i thought you were dead. We all did, we all went through individual hells. John cut himself off from the world, Greg couldn't stand losing his friend, even Anderson went in a mad craze to prove you weren't dead. Turns out he was right, but still."

The guilty expression of the sociopath made you wish you'd kept your mouth shut. "But, having you here now. It makes everything better." You said softly, looking up at him.

I hope that you catch me cause I'm already falling

Soon the space in between your lips were connected, you felt a sudden warmth rush over you, a feeling you couldn't explain and had missed for so long. A feeling you'd never gotten from anyone else.

You put your arms around me and I'm home

Soon the treasured moment ended, you looked at Sherlock. Smiling softly, "now that i definitely missed."

Sherlock smirked softly, pulling you in for another kiss.

***

You and Sherlock walked towards your flat due to the heavy level of dust and dirt that covered 221b at the moment. With the light left on, a sudden realization dawned on you and you felt hurt and guilt stab you right then and there.

Greg.

"Sherlock I've gotta go." You tossed him your key, he looked at you, surprised as you looked around, praying that a cab was driving around somewhere at midnight.

"What's wrong?" He asked; raising an eyebrow.

"I have to go talk to someone." And by the speed of God a cab slowly came around the corner which you instantly flagged down.

You climbed in, your thoughts an inner mess. What were you going to tell Greg?

"Sorry I never loved you I was too busy thinking about my now undead fiancé?"

You dismissed the thought.

The world is coming down on me and I can't find a reason to be loved

How could you of been such an awful person to lead him on like that?

You sighed, burying your face in your hands. You had to let him know how you truly felt.

You bit your lip, the cab pulled up to Greg's flat. You took a deep breath before stepping out, walking towards the front door. You placed a heavy knock on the door, "Greg?" You called.

The door instantly flew open, "(Your Name)." He looked down at you, his brown gaze unwavering.

"Can I talk to you?" You asked, biting the corner of your lip nervously.

"I think that'd be best." Greg nodded leading you inside. The two of you sat down, and you explained the situation.

You reached over and took his hand in yours. "Greg you're an amazing guy, you deserve to be with someone who feels the same way." He gave a solemn nod, "we can still be friends." You have a small smile.

"Best friends." He agreed and you gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek and he smiled at you. You stood and said you're goodbyes, exiting the flat.

Little to your knowledge, Greg threw a ring box across the room as soon as you left.

*

You soon arrived at your apartment, tiredly walking inside. You opened the door; kicking off your shoes. You looked over at your couch, the TV raged on but a certain long legged detective was passed out on the couch.

I don't wanna leave you

You smiled softly, walking over to him and ran your hand through his curls. "I love you, you crazy dork." You leaned down and kissed his forehead. You turned away and walked towards the bedroom.

I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth, I've never opened up and truly loved

"You're couch is quite uncomfortable for someone whose tall."

You grinned slightly as you turned towards him, his eyes wide open. His lips pulled into a smirk. "My beds big enough for two." He swung his long legs over the side, pushing himself onto his feet. He walked over to you, and you placed a soft kiss on his lips, you gently guided his arms around your waist before wrapping your arms around his neck.

Until you wrap your arms around me and I'm home

A/N

Ok so those lyrics are severely altered because I wanted to fit the Oneshot and it was kinda long.

So this is the end of my trilogy, and my fiftieth Oneshot.

You Guys have been excellent supporters through all my Oneshots and been there for me when i was emotionally distressed and it means an awful lot. I wish they're was something I could do to thank y'all.

Love y'all

Bye bye for now