A/N Set post 3x19. Hope you enjoy.
Jamie Moriarty gets off on a technicality.
Sherlock
laughs
Because she was right.
Corruption runs deeper than even he knows.
...
He finds her on 37th street.
She has been free for 7 days, six hours and 47 minutes.
And he has found her.
Knock, knock, knock
Her face tells him that he's surprised her.
He is the only person in world that can.
...
She shouldn't have stayed in New York.
But she did.
He stands in the door way.
"Hello Sherlock"
she says
And then she smiles like somebody who never existed.
"I bet you wish you ran away with me when you had the chance"
...
He can remember the day he fell with a certain clarity.
How was he too know that it was the day she fell too.
He was staring at a case file.
She was painting a burning landscape.
It rained and they
fell and fell and fell
The rain falling own the window like a waterfall
You don't get up from that fall.
...
Standing in the door of the 37th street flat she pretends she's not surprised.
Like she was expecting him.
But it hurts to see him, to see the hatred
burn in his eyes
He knows her better than she knew.
Stop lying to me.
...
He expected her to have been long gone.
Not so easy to find.
In a way, he thinks she wanted him to find her.
Neither thinks about that
too much.
But they know what it means.
We both made the same mistake.
...
She invites him in, her eyes on his.
The apartment reminds him of Irene.
And that hurts
Everything hurts that little bit more when you know everything
was a lie
She notices the pain flash in his eyes.
All's well that ends well, right?
...
She sees a burning landscape in her dreams.
And him, she dreams of him.
Always him.
The fire burning behind.
And sometimes she thinks she should've
stayed Irene.
Just for a second though.
There is no Irene, there is only Moriarty.
...
He leaves fifteen minutes after he arrives.
He knows then, that he shouldn't have gone.
Just like she knows she should've left New York.
He sees her at the window as it starts to
rain
Just like it always rained in London.
When he closes his eyes his sees a burning horizon.
...
Joan asks where he's been.
He wants to tell her but he doesn't.
It's not like he's going to see Jamie Moriarty again
Sherlock know better than to think she will stay in the country
now
He's just saving Joan the worry.
Moriarty's never going to change.
...
The letter comes five days later.
Jamie Moriarty's handwriting scrawling his name on the envelope.
He was right.
She has gone.
But
there is something else
Keys to the 37th street flat
She was always drawn to things she didn't understand.
...
He decides that it's a trap
-The keys hidden in the envelope –
So he tries to forget about them
Tries and tries and tires
But he ends up going anyway.
She did promise to hurt him.
...
There is a painting in the apartment
No tricks, no trap
Just painting of a burning landscape and two tickets to a gallery opening in Queens.
And he remembers she was painting the fire the day
he fell (the day she fell too)
He thinks that this is some kind of joke on Moriarty's part.
She does appreciate art.
...
He tells Joan that he has tickets to the gallery opening.
But not where he found them.
He thinks she might've guessed anyway.
They go, and he's half expecting her to be there
but she's not
But what he does find shocks him more.
She was the only person who truly understood him.
...
He sees it first.
Joan has no reason to notice.
It's just a painting.
They've painted over the name
But he recognises it,
recognises her style.
Irene Adler's original
It's full of rain and shadows.
...
He tells Joan what it is.
She remarks on the shadow
And how it looks like him.
He sees the title -
The shadow of storm clouds
And he knows.
It is him
standing in London
She was always talking about the storms.
It rained in London the day they fell
...
He tries to buy the painting.
But someone outbids him.
And he laughs.
He can't even afford a painting of
himself
The irony isn't lost on him.
My, aren't you beautiful?
...
Sometimes he spends his evenings in 37th street flat
Just thinking through his cases
He never asks Joan to come
And she never asks
He's happy he has one person who understands him
So there he sits
with the burning landscape
On his own.
He dreams of Irene and of Moriarty
...
Until that is, she appears.
Jamie.
One cold December morning.
She's just checking up on him.
But that's
bollocks
Of course it is.
She always did lie.
...
And they burn
Just for one night
Full of mistakes on both parts
But they've spent so long trying to get up from
the fall
That they both know they're too far gone
No one ever treasures anything anymore
...
He sees her again.
One more time
Years later
And she still has the smile of someone who never existed
He almost hates him self
Because
He still loves her
And she feels the same
I ask again – why is love needed?
Why
Why
Why?
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