I have been obsessed with this song recently and for some reason I changed one of the lyrics in my head and related it to sherlock - anyway thought I'd change some of the lyrics and aso write a fanfiction around it. Enjoy, hopefully..
Set fire to the rain (Your heart) -
I watched you fall,
And my heart,
Broke as you hit the pavement,
It was dark, and I was lost,
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me,
My hands, they're strong,
But my knees are far too weak,
To bask in your glow,
Without falling to your feet,
But there's a side to you that, I never knew, never knew,
All the things you'd say,
They were never true, never true,
And the deductions you made,
You were always right, always right,
But he set fire to your heart,
I watched it burn as I touched your face,
Let it burn while I cry,
'Cause I heard myself screaming out your name, your name,
When I laid with you,
I could stay there, close my eyes,
I'll feel you here with me forever,
Holmes and Watson, nothing is better,
But there's a side to you that, I never knew, never knew,
All the things you'd say,
They were never true, never true,
And the deductions you made,
You were always right, always right,
But he set fire to your heart,
I watched it burn as I touched your face,
Let it burn while I cry,
'Cause I heard myself screaming out your name, your name,
He set fire to you heart,
And threw us into the flames,
When I felt you die, I knew that I,
Knew it was the last time, the last time,
Sometimes I wake up by the door,
That heart you forgot is waiting for you,
Even now I know its already over,
I can't help myself for looking for you,
But he set fire to your heart,
I watched it burn as I touched your face,
Let it burn while I cry,
'Cause I heard myself screaming out your name, your name,
He set fire to you heart,
And threw us into the flames,
When I felt you die, I knew that I,
Knew it was the last time, the last time,
Oh Let it burn,
Oh Let it burn,
Oh Let it burn,
Let you burn..
'Sherlock!'
I jutted awake with a start, I heard my sobs but tried to focus my blurred sight - I found myself at the door for the third time this week. He hasn't been dead for long, probaby for about two weeks but it feels longer, painstakingly so. I felt my body tremble and I slid to the floor, my back to the cold wall as I waited, waited for anything to come through that door that would save me; one day he will come back to me, he's not dead, he asked me if I believed in him once, I had answered 'yes' and I had meant it then, and I still mean it now - I still believe in him. The nightmare seems more vivid as the days go on, the voices more sharp, the crack as Sherlock hit the pavement more piercing, more painful, but of course it's not a nightmare, it's a memory, a stupid memory that won't erase itself from my brain and leave me alone, a memory that torments me as I try to move one; I'll never move on.
My eyes started to droop and my head roll against the panels of the door, I felt myself start to slip back into a restless sleep; I was suddenly aware of a ragged breathing but I was to far gone to make it back and I fell into the blackness. I was roused from sleep only briefly to the feeling that I was being carefully hauled onto a bed by two strong hands, but I just dismissed the feeling letting myself once again be taken by sleep. I was hot, too hot and it was too bright as I slowly regained my senses and started to open my eyes; I heard a whispers coming from the living room and was suddenly alert and very aware that I was infact in Sherlock's bed - that's not that strange, I slept in Sherlock's bed for four nights after his funeral but the question of how I got there was a lot more alarming. I quietly got to my feet and shuffled over to the closed door pressing my ear against it,
'No Mycroft, he was by the door sobbing'
'No I refuse to leave him again, I caused him enough pain'
'I'll protect him from the remainding men'
'Goodbye Mycroft'
It sounded like Sherlock.
Whoever it was, was talking to Mycroft about me and saying he wouldn't leave again...could it be Sherlock? I don't know if I can take the dissapointment of opening that door and seeing Lestrade or even someone I didn't even know - my throat was dry, my palms sweaty as I slowly prised the door open hoping not to be noticed, luck was in my favour as the figure did not move from his stance, which was huddled over a mobile phone typing frantically as he stood in the middle of the living room. I shuffled forward, still un-recognised and as I got closer to the figure my hopes were being risen but the sobs I was trying to hold back were also rising, I couldn't hold back one from escaping and suddenly the figure had spun around and was facing me, another sob escaped leading me to sliding to his feet in a heap, sobbing my heart out at the realization, the man was in fact Sherlock. Sherlock slid down to my side and held me in his arms silently rocking me, his breath was hot on my hair and his arms were comfortable and protective as he soothed me.
After a considerable amount of time my breathing evened and I looked up slowly to his face to see a small smile beam down at me, I raised my head the few centimetres and closed the gap, I was angry with him but the need to kiss him in that moment consumed me and my lips were on his - perfect harmony - he kissed me back slowly appying pressure as he gently pushed my head down onto the lap of his crossed legs and he leant over me still kissing me as he probed my mouth with his tongue, it was heaven. Finally we had to pull away for air and the panting was all that could be heard in the silent flat; I looked into his eyes, smiling though I still didn't know whether it was safe to smile, still didn't know if he was real.
'Sherlock...you're here right'
'Obviously John'
Oh yes, it was definately Sherlock, the same arrogant twat.
He'd said he would burn Sherlock's heart out, but in fact it was my heart he had burned, but Sherlock had returned to me and the burns would heal with time as every injury does - maybe I'm still mad, maybe I will probably punch Sherlock later but for now I was content as the rain fell outside and as my burns healed, I set fire to the rain.
Haven't written a fanfiction in ages, god I've missed it!
I really hope you liked it and I'm really sorry if the characters aren't as well pegged as they might have once been, but like I said I'm very rusty.
Please review, constructive criticism also welcome, I'm very aware there is a bloody lot I could improve!
Thanks xxx