Sherlock: Sherlock/OC Prologue

Sherlock walked wearily through the door to his apartment and kicked the door closed before collapsing against it, heaving a huge sigh of resignation. 'I need a cigarette,' he thought as he took off the coat and hung it on his assigned peg and kicked off his shoes. He went to retrieve his packet of cigarettes, when he heard the sound of soft singing in the kitchen. He smiled and quietly went into the kitchen. There stood a woman by the stove stirring, what looked like soup, in a saucer. She appeared to have not noticed Sherlock watching her with a wistful expression. She carried on stirring and barely flinched when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and a face nuzzling itself in her neck, inhaling deeply.

"That bad was it?" She asked lightly. Sherlock sighed and pressed a kiss to her temple.

"I can't make any sense of this bloody case! I'm going to be stuck doing this forever,"

"Didn't the mind place work?" She asked as she carried on cooking. Sherlock sighed deeply and went to the fridge. When he opened it he closed it again immediately.

"Where's the food?" He asked, a whining note entering his voice.

"Gone,"

"What do you mean gone?"

"I mean all of the food is either out of date or you've eaten it all," Sherlock scoffed and opened the cupboards and found some dried pasta and some Oxo cubes.

"Why are we so low on food?"

"Because we have, neither the motivation, nor more importantly, the money to go food shopping," she turned away from the stove and poured the soup into two bowls, handing one to Sherlock before wondering into the lounge. Sherlock followed in after her and sat next to her on the little love seat.

"What do you mean 'no money'?" She gave him a sideways glance before continuing.

"I mean, you haven't had enough cases to pay the bills, let alone food...I don't see why we can't just ask Mycroft to help..."

"No Eve! I'm not going to say this again, we are not asking Mycroft to bail us out, I don't want to be tied to him, I want to be the one who looks after you, not him," he spat out the last word. Eve's heart warmed seeing Sherlock so protective of her. She scooted over to his side of the couch and placed her bowl on the small coffee table before cuddling up next to him. Sherlock rolled his eyes, but leaned his arm up so Eve could curl around him before resting his arm on her hip and angling his head to kiss the top of hers. After a moment of comfortable silence Sherlock exhaled. "I'm sorry darling, I just want you to be happy and I can't seem to provide that for you,". Eve's head shot up and stared at Sherlock in disbelief. "What?" He asked incredulously.

"Sherlock, I am happy, I am more than happy with you. Even if we had nothing I would still be happy, as long as I have you, I won't need anything else, not ever," she pressed a sweet kiss in his lips and Sherlock's eyes fluttered closed as a response. When they pulled away she smiled and went to pick up her soup bowl, but Sherlock stopped her and took a hold of her hand, running his thumb along her knuckles and over the ring jutting out on her wedding finger.

"You're not just saying that because, it's too late to back out now?" He asked quietly, his eyes fixed on her hand. She snaked her hand out of his grasp and took his face in both offer hands.

"Sherlock Holmes, I love you and I am marrying you, if it kills me," Sherlock looked up to meet her eyes and gave a shaky laugh before kissing her, beginning to loop her legs around his waist. He felt Eve smile into the kiss as she played with his mop of curly hair. He broke away only slightly to catch his breath and whispered quietly in her ear.

"I love you Miss Huntingdon,"

"And I love you, Mr Holmes,"

They spent a long time locked in each other's embrace, listening to their shared heartbeats. Yes times were tough for them, even in the beginning, but Eve was right, as long as they had each other, nothing else mattered.

The two were like two sides of the same coin, they couldn't function without the other.

The consequences of the link between the two of them being severed would be fatal.

And it was.