I have decided to include the RDJ version of Sherlock in this book (as well as the other versions of the characters from the movies, too). So, I will of course start with the man himself. Hope you enjoy.

"Oh, Miss (Y/n).....thank goodness you are here......." Misses Hudson said, as she ushered the younger woman into the house. The poor housekeeper appearing completely flustered.

"Good afternoon, Misses Hudson. I apologies for not getting here sooner; but the trip down from Scotland.........."

"Oh, no, no, no. I apologise for having to send you the telegram; but I didn't know what else to do. Normally I would have got Doctor Watson, but........."

"It is quite alright, Misses Hudson. You did the right thing, and there is no need to concern John with this. He and Mary have been waiting to go on their honeymoon, for far longer than they should. I should have known better than to go away at the same time as John. I should have known that if Sherlock was going to do anything, it would be now." (Y/n) continued, as she took off her gloves and looked up the stairs to the door of Sherlock's rooms.

"Now......you stop worrying and leave everything to me. But perhaps if you could bring up some tea, it would be greatly appreciated........." Misses Hudson nodding, and quickly making her way to the kitchen, as (Y/n) let out a sigh, before making her way up the stairs.

As she had said to Misses Hudson, she should have known better than to leave Sherlock alone, while John was off in Brighton with Mary; but one does not simply turn down an invitation to Scotland, from a rather handsome and eligible laird, so off she had gone. (Y/n) barely away a day, before she had received the telegram from Misses Hudson, begging her to return to London and telling her that Sherlock was having one of his moments; so, she had been on the first train home. And now, now she was stood outside the door; (Y/n) hesitating for a moment, as she wondered what she would find.

It had always hard to say where she and Sherlock stood when it came to one another; when it came to.....well, their relationship. John had always told her that she was good for his friend; that some of his more extreme behaviours were calmed by her presence. That his more erratic and self-destructive moments, seemed to have stopped, once she had come into Sherlock's life; and although (Y/n) knew that she loved Sherlock, she couldn't wait forever for him to tell her that he might feel something more for her, too. So, that was why she had accepted the invitation to Scotland; (Y/n) more determined to take the trip, when she had informed the consulting detective that she would be going away to Connor Campbell's estate, and Sherlock had just told her to have a good time. And (Y/n) had been having a good time, Connor quite the most charming man, and it was more than obvious that he liked her; but then had come the telegram, and she had foolishly left, telling herself that it was more for Misses Hudson's sake than Sherlock's. (Y/n) just shaking her head at herself, before finally pushing her way into the flat.

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(Y/n) couldn't help but stare; it now not a wonder that Misses Hudson had appeared as she had. The flat was in a worse state than it usually was; it appearing as though some kind of tornado had been through the place. And in the middle of all the chaos, sat a cross-legged Sherlock, appearing like a calm and serene, meditating Indian fakir.

"Sherlock.........." (Y/n) said, as she tiptoed through the mess.

"Sherlock.........." Still nothing. (Y/n) rolling her eyes and sighing, before kicking his leg with the pointed toe of her boot.

"SHERLOCK!"

"(Y/n), darling.........." The younger Holmes finally said, opening his eyes and looking at her as if nothing was going on.

"I thought you were in Scotland. Don't tell me the laird was not all you hoped for.........." Sherlock continued, holding out his arm for (Y/n) to take, so that she could help him up from the floor.

"On the contrary, Connor is a lovely man, and I was having quite the nicest time, for whole twenty-four hours that I got to be there, before I received Misses Hudson's telegram asking me to come back to London........"

"Ah, dear sickly sweet, nanny......what tales has she been telling you this time........" Sherlock interrupted, pushing a pile of papers from a chair so that he could take a seat.

"She said that you had quite lost your mind, and she was worried. And as I knew that I didn't want poor John and Mary's honeymoon ruined, again. I had to apologies and make my way here. Now, what is all this nonsense......why have you done this to the apartment......?" (Y/n) explained, as she picked up one of the chairs that had been knocked over, so that she could take a seat too.

"So, Connor is wonderful, is he............? I presume that you will be going back to Scotland then........." Sherlock replied, doing his best to change the subject, as he picked up his violin.

"Oh, no you don't get to change the subject. Connor and Scotland are not something you have to worry about, and probably I don't have to worry about either, anymore. Lord knows what he thinks of me for leaving him so that I can deal with a madman in London. So, I want to know what you did all this for; why you would act like this........." (Y/n) countered, looking around at the mess. Her irritation growing, as Sherlock just began to pluck on the strings of the violin.

"Fine.......if you are going to be a petulant child, then I am leaving. I am not in the mood to play guest what's going on in Sherlock's mind, today. So, I am going to go back downstairs and tell Misses Hudson to just let you stew in whatever mood you are in; then I will be on the first train back to Scotland, hoping that Connor forgives me. He did seem to be very keen on me, and I quite like the notion of being the lady of a large Scottish estate. Goodbye Sherlock........"

"STAY!" Sherlock called out, as (Y/n)'s hand touched the door.

"I.......I need you. I've lost John, and I can't lose you, too. Not you. The notion of being alone, I confess, is not something I enjoy, any longer. You belong here, with me. You love the adventure, the thrill of helping me solve crimes. Life in Scotland would bore you, and if Connor Campbell is anything like his grandfather, he probably already has half a dozen illegitimate children thanks to his liaisons with the female staff and tenants. So, stay............" Sherlock continued. Reaching out his hand and placing it on her shoulder so that he could turn her around.

"Please........"

"Sherlock, I..........." (Y/n) unable to say anything more, as Sherlock suddenly kissed her. Her eyes wide for a moment, before she melted into the kiss. The younger Holmes wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, as the intensity grew. (Y/n) sure that she felt dizzy, as he finally moved away.

"Stay, (Y/n). I need you........I love you......." Sherlock confessed. (Y/n) hoping that she wasn't hearing things.

"I know that perhaps I am not the best man, the most reliable of men; the easiest to deal with. But I promise that I will do my best to make you happy, and.........." It Sherlock's turn to be stopped, as (Y/n) kissed him; finding it impossible not to smile, as she snaked her arms around his neck. The consulting detective finally having said the words that she had waited for, hoped to hear him say, for so long. So, stay, she would.