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Summary: Sherlock discovers that, even if you love each other dearly, there are always ups and down in your relationship. Carried on from 'My Heart Beats For Love'.

Time, is going by, so much faster than I
And I'm starting to regret not spending all of here with you
Now I'm wondering why I've kept this bottled inside
So I'm starting to regret not selling all of it to you
So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know

Chapter 1

Time flies by in my relationship,

God help me

Emma breathed a relief as she sat down in her favourite seat at 221b Baker Street. She had just been out Christmas shopping, for food and presents. Sarah was coming round for tea on Christmas day which was in three days. Sarah and John had been going out for about three months now and Emma and Sherlock haven't had a chance to meet her yet. Emma kept bugging John to let her meet Sarah but he kept making excuses. Emma knew why. John was a little worried about Sherlock behaving and all that sort of stuff. He needn't have worried. If Sherlock put a toe out of line then he will get a punishment that he will never ever forget for a long time!

She and Sherlock had been dating for almost six years now. Ever since he asked her to be his girlfriend the day her and her family were free of their abusive father's evil clutches. Yeah, she loved making it sound like a horror book. If fact, she was writing a book about her life. Of course, she wasn't using their really names and it was a supernatural type of book. Their father was a vampire who hated humans in her book.

She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, then got up and grabbed all of her shopping bags with the presents in.

She dragged the presents into her bedroom- she wasn't sharing with Sherlock yet because they both felt it was a little bit too early for them both- and locked them in the cupboard. Then she wrote in red lipstick on a piece of paper 'KEEP OUT SHELROCK OR SO HELP ME YOU WILL REGRET IT!' She smiled at her handy work and stuck it on the door.

Then she went back into the living room, caring the bags that were remaining, and stuffed the food in the fridge. She had to laugh at the sight of the fridge. There wasn't any food in there! Blimey, this still baffled her. How did they survive without her cooking?

Sherlock and John were busy in the middle of a case. She wanted to sit this one out. 1. Because she had to do the Christmas shopping and 2. Because a young boy aged twelve was abused to death. It reminded her too much of James. Of course, she didn't tell the boys this but they caught the drift enough that they didn't pester her, which she was thankful for.

She used to not be able to believe that she and her family were free. She used to have nightmares every night, she would jump at every little noise, she would flinch at the slightest unexpected touch and she would scream at Sherlock or John if she didn't know it was them. The boys would soon calm her down though which was nice. She felt really bad, though; that they had to put up with her all the time. In the end, she went and got herself a therapist. After that, she got a lot better and now she was perfectly fine. She still had some nightmares but at least these weren't about a man holding a knife at either Sherlock, John, her or any member of her family.

Suddenly, the door burst in and in came John and Sherlock making her jump about a foot into the air, then fell onto the floor with a soft thud.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. Sherlock immediately rushed to my side to see what the matter was wrong. John often called him an overprotective moron but she thought it was very cute.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah, you just made me jump and I fell on the floor" she said, taking the hand he offered her and let him pull her to her feet. "I swear there is this thing called knocking, you know. You might find it useful" she grumbled, rubbing her back side.

John and Sherlock laughed and it wasn't long before Emma joined in to.

"Do you want dinner?" she asked cheerfully, knowing that Sherlock never eats when he's on a case. That was probably why he was so skinny.

"Yes please" said Sherlock, plumping down on a chair.

"Thanks Em, you're a lifesaver! I don't think I've eaten a thing since breakfast this morning!" said John, also sitting down. Emma laughed.

"Ah but that's also the curse and the beauty of working with Sherlock Holmes" she grinned. She decided that she was going to cook up her famous lasagne.

Once it was done, she sat it on the table and gave everyone a piece. They all dug in.

"Wow, this is amazing, as always" John complemented and Emma blushed a deep red.

"Thanks" she muttered and used the lasagne as an excuse not to talk. The boys laughed at her embarrassment. Of course, this made her blush an even deeper red- if this was even possible- which caused the boys to laugh even harder- which didn't seem possible either.

Emma decided to change subject.

"So what time is Sarah coming round tomorrow?" she asked John.

"Um... two o'clock" he said and she nodded.

"Good, that gives me time to set up her room and get at least some of this place tidy" she nodded, glaring at the boys. They never were very good housekeepers.

They, at least, had the decency to look ashamed. Emma grinned and hopped down from the table to start cleaning.

You're never gonna be alone from this moment on
If you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall
You're never gonna be alone, I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone

AN: I hope this would good enough for you. I've certainly had fun writing it! Please review your thought because I really adore them! Thank you.