Type: songfic (unconditionally by Katy Perry, I already used the tite Unconditionally XD)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

warnings: sad

Requested by: Charlotte_Moriarty

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Oh no did I get too close, did I almost see what's really on the inside?

You stared at the monitor in front of you.

One line.

That's all you had to know was your husband was alive.

You sat in the chair, arms wrapped around yourself tightly. You should of known better then to let him get in the car, to let him drive off all for the sake of the twisted game between him and Moriarty and now here you were, sitting next to his hospital bed. His eyes were closed and looked as if he was asleep. Soon the door to the hospital room opened, revealing the first doctor you'd seen since you'd arrived. "Mrs. Holmes, I'm afraid you'll have to step outside for the operation." The man was stiff, his movements seemed mechanical. Only a glimmer of sympathy appeared in his eyes, you felt yourself frozen to the seat. You knew you had to leave, but you didn't want to. You wanted to stay right here. "Mrs. Holmes please don't make me force you." The doctor looked back down at his clipboard, suddenly someone else slipped through the door, revealing Mary. "I'm sorry miss, no more visitors." He snapped slightly, annoyance radiated from him. "I know." Mary walked right past him and towards you, "(Your Name) love, come on." She took your arm gently and you slowly stood and she guided you out of the room. You didn't speak, you just stared straight ahead. You found John and Mycroft all seated outside. They all looked at you sympathetically, also slightly curious. You always hid your emotions, they had never seen you cry, all they saw was your smile and occasional anger. Myrcroft was inspecting his umbrella, his expression stone cold. John had his face buried in his hands, his knee trembling. Greg and Mycroft worked together to seal off this wing of the hospital, ensuring all attention was directed on the younger Holmes brother.

All your insecurities all the dirty laundry never made me blink one time

Mary wrapped her arm around you, as if making an attempt to shield you from the events taking place. Once the door closed you just stopped and stood in the hall. "Sit down love." Mary tried to guide you towards a row of chairs lined up in the hall. You didn't move. Sherlock was in that room, fighting for his life because you couldn't stop him. He probably wouldn't of listened to you if you hadn't been in the middle of a fight. The guilt crashed down on you as you realized that he was as equally emotionally clouded in judgement as you were when you let him go after one attempt of stopping him. You felt the first tears since you'd heard the news prick your eyes, the shock began to seep away and replaced by a thousand different emotions. "It's my fault." The words left your lips in a broken whisper, leaving a cold silence to hang in the air. You turned and looked at Mary and the blonde pulled you into a hug. You allowed the tears to run free as you returned the embrace. "It's all my fault."

"It was the drivers." Mary assured you, rubbing your back gently. "I could of stopped him." You whispered hoarsely.

After a few moments of trying to find comfort in Mary, a small voice pulled you from your misery.

"Mommy?"

You turned to find Greg, holding your three year old daughter's hand. Annabelle looked up at you with big eyes and as you pulled away from Mary. You wiped at your face, making a miserable attempt to hide the fact that you'd been crying. "Mommy why are you crying? Where's Daddy?" The little girl's (eye color) eyes widened, fear and worry laced within her words. You stepped forward, giving a nod towards Greg who stepped away, allowing you to kneel down and open your arms. The little girl ran into them, hugging you. "Daddy was in an accident." You said softly, burying your face in the little girl's hair. "is he going to be ok?" she pulled away and looked at you. Before you could answer John cut in, "of course he will. He's probably awake right now calling the doctors stupid and being too stubborn to let anything bad happen to him." He offered a small smile and the little girl giggled slightly. You smiled softly at the thought. "Annabelle, you're gonna spend the night with Uncle John and Aunt Mary tonight."

"Ok!" the little girl smiled, seeming to be oblivious to the true nature of the situation, something you envied slightly. The lot of you sat an waited for what seemed like eternity, Annabelle now fast asleep in your lap. The doctor finally emerged from the hospital room, "Mrs. Holmes?" He called and your head snapped up, you gently scooped up your little girl and handed her to John before walking over to the doctor who brought you gestured for you to enter the room. He closed the door, looking at you. "He's waking up now, but there's something you should know." He looked down at his papers, "Your husband survived the operation. But a blow to the head damaged his..... abilities."

You cocked your head slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Sherlock Holmes won't be solving anymore cases." He sighed and the realization sunk in.

"he can still function normally, but I'm afraid his intelligence has stooped down to the level of you and I."

You looked at the doctor wide eyed, Sherlock's ability to deduce was something he valued greatly, him not having that ability anymore, well, you couldn't imagine how he would react. "I'll send someone for you when he awakes." The doctor nodded and you both exited. Soon your friends were all looking at you and you nibbled your lip. "Well?" Mycroft questioned with great impatience. "The operation was a success." you began, and everyone in the room seemed to relax. "but, his deducing has come to an end." the room became dead silent as everyone seemed to take in what you had just said. "So that means that he's like us now?" John asked quietly, and you nodded. You looked over at Mycroft, "Oh dear god." He whispered softly. A nurse peeked out from Sherlock's room, "he's awake."

Unconditional, I will love you Unconditionally

You entered the room quietly, Sherlock was sitting straight up and staring ahead. His gaze soon fell on you and you faked a small smile, "Hi."

He just stared, you heart broke a bit as you saw him become aggervated and confused.

He was trying to deduce you.

You sat down on the bed beside him, "these drugs should wear off soon, I would appreciate being able to read my doctors." he muttered tugging at the tubes connected to his wrists. You just looked at him, you had to tell him.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, he tried to hide the worry in his voice.

"It isn't the drugs." You said softly, taking his hand in yours.

"Of course it is."

" Sherlock you hit your head. It damaged your abilities."

It seemed to dawn on him and he froze.

( a/n you're welcome.)

Sherlock just looked down, emotionless.

"You can leave now."

You cocked your head slightly. "What?"

"I'm just average now. Why would you stay?" He questioned and looked at you.

There is no fear now, let go and just be free

"Sherlock your deducing was just one of the reasons I love you." You said gently. The detective just looked at you. "I'll love you Sherlock Holmes no matter what happens."

Come just as you are to me
Don't need apologizes
Know that you are worthy

The door opened, John walked inside followed by a bouncing little girl. "She had to seem him. She's as stubborn as you." John remarked looking at Sherlock, Annabelle rushed to your side, peering up at the bed. "Daddy!" She smiled. "Hi sweetheart." He smiled down at her, warmth glittered in his eyes and you smiled slightly. "Uncle John told me a story about your best man speech!"

John gave a smirk and you had to cover your mouth to contain laughter at Sherlock's horrified expression. "Uncle John always has the best stories." You winked at the army Doctor, "what else has uncle John told you?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes at his best friend.

"He told me everything! About how once you ended up in prison and how you pretended to be Uncle Mycoft and how you blew up the kitchen and how you went to the palace in nothing but a sheet!" She rattled off and Sherlock just fell back against his pillow. You could tell he was ready for them both to leave so he could die of shame, an idea popped in your head. "All many, many reasons I love your father." You sighed and leaned your head against Sherlock. John got the message, and took annabelles hand as the little girl wrinkled her nose, "let's get out of here." The pair hurried out of the room and you smiled at him and Sherlock closed his eyes. "I'm going to kill him."

I'll take your bad days with your good
Walk through the storm I would
And do it all because I love you

"Relax, it's not like he told her the seven minutes in heaven story or the story about how you had to paint your nails pink or when you met my mother or when I kicked your ass at Mario Kart....." You rattled off and smiled, he groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Sherlock we've been through everything there is, this won't change how crazy I am about you." You said softly, squeezing his hand gently. He looked at you for a moment.

Open up your heart and just let it begin
Open up your heart and just let it begin
Acceptance is the key, to be truly free
Will you do the same for me?

"Promise?" He said quietly, his gaze met yours and you nodded, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I promise."

I will love you unconditionally

A/n

I'm updating this to celebrate two things

1. I'm not leaving

2. MCR IS BACK PEOPLE REPEAT MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS BACK

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In SRSness I love y'all dearly and I couldn't leave ya