Since two of my friends have SHERlocked me, I am a total fangirl and just HAD to write some stories! For I am a total Jory (JohnxMary) fan, it's a fic with them ... Enjoy! :D
You liar ... liar ...
Voices, echoing through shadows, treacherous whispers.
You've lied to everyone. Sherlock. Yourself. Even to your husband.
A devilish grinning face appeared out of the shadows, following her every step.
Don't you care about John? Why do you betray him, if you love him so much?
„No ... stop ..."
Tossing around, she murmured in her sleep, gripping the bedsheets frantically.
You betrayed him. Shot his best friend. He could be dead. And you're carrying his child.
„Please ..."
You're not worth any of it, Mary ... You don't deserve his love, his forgiveness. You're a selfish, disgusting, unworthy, ruthless, lying wretch, just running away ... you always ran away, didn't you?
„Stop ..."
Suddenly, she saw herself facing Sherlock, pulling the trigger. The bullet hit him in the head.
See what you have done? You killed Sherlock Holmes. Because that's what you do the best, killing people, don't you, Mary?
„No ... please ... that's not true ..."
Are you not ashamed of yourself? Lying to everybody you care for, just killing off people, without even knowing their names ... but that's what makes it easy, isn't it? Not knowing anything about them?
„STOP!", she yelled and suddenly leaping up, breathing heavily.
„Mary?", she heard a voice beside her. „What is it?"
John. Oh John. What have I done? Wonderful, merciful John. You. I had to fall in love with you of all people ...
She felt his warm hands wrapping around her, gently caressing her back in small, smoothing circles. „It's okay. It was just a dream. Okay? I'm here, it's okay."
Mary buried her teary face in his neck and sobbed. I hate myself.
„I ... I ... I'm so sorry", she sobbed. „I did all these terrible things to you and Sherlock and everyone I care for ... I hate myself for everything I have done!"
She felt his grip tightening around her; a couple of moments there was just silence, but then he pulled back and looked at her.
Mary continued speaking, though she didn't know where the words came from, they just broke out of her, everything she had held back.
„Why did you forgive me? How could you ever look at me again, knowing I did all those terrible things? How could you even stand one second of my-"
„Because I love you!", John interrupted her, sharply.
Mary blinked.
It was the first time he had told her he loved her for days now, since he had found out about her past.
„Because I don't care what happened in your past", he continued, now softer. „Because I love you with all my heart and could not bear staying away from you. Because you carry our daughter, who could not have a better mother. Because you, Mary, are not a bad person."
His deep, blue eyes were looking so sincerely, so honest at her in this moment, as he took her hands in his, gently.
Once again tears welled up in Mary's eyes at his words.
John couldn't bear seeing her sobbing anymore, he just wanted her to stop crying, and start being happy again. It broke his heart seeing her sad and unhappy. So he took her in his arms again, cradling her, saying nothing while she weeped into his shoulder.
After a while, she had calmed down again and so they just laid in the silence, in the warmth of each other's arms, listening to each other's breaths.
And eventually, Mary would whisper into the darkness beside her: „I love you, too."
Then, she fall asleep, and did not hear the voice anymore.
Because she had a night-light right beside her, scaring away all those monsters and nightmares.
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TilliaofAnkh xxx
