Author's note- Thank you for the continued support everyone! I was urged to write this quickly because I got threatened that if I didn't update, my bones would be made into a throne for Moffat! So here it is ShadowPendragon ;) Sorry it's not a long chapter but I'm quite busy at the moment.

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Chapter 19

Sherlock sat on his chair at 221B Baker Street; Lestrade was busy making everyone a drink in the hazardous kitchen and was doing his best to make sure the drinks weren't contaminated with any odd experiment liquids or the like. Mycroft had taken John's usual seat and was quietly taking in Sherlock's blank expression. John, on the other hand, was checking Lucy over in her bedroom; there were no visible injury's anywhere but it appeared that she would be fine- she just needed to rest.

As soon as the young teenager fainted, Sherlock had caught her just before her head hit the floor, preventing her from having a concussion. They had immediately taken her back home and carried her to her bedroom, leaving the small bag she had taken along on the side. None of them knew what had happened, but all of them knew that Moriarty was probably involved.

"Here you are," Greg said as he handed Mycroft and Sherlock their cups of well earned tea.

"Thank you," Mycroft said in his posh voice. Sherlock just nodded his head in thanks. As John slowly walked out towards the three, the DI handed him a steaming mug of tea and gave him a sympathetic smile.

"How is she?" Greg asked.

"She'll be fine." John sighed, "There are no injuries on her, other than the ones that are obviously self inflicted..." He trailed off and rubbed his eyes, "Oh God, what on earth happened to her?"

"I don't know," Sherlock admitted bitterly, "Jim Moriarty happened though, we know that much." Sherlock Holmes paused long enough to create a slightly awkward silence as he took a sip of the scalding, hot liquid, "I've been thinking..."

"Always a dangerous thing," Mycroft commented, earning himself a death glare from his younger brother.

"I've been thinking," Sherlock started again, "That maybe it isn't best for Lucy to be staying here with us."

"What?" John and Lestrade exclaimed.

"She's getting in too much danger," the consulting detective murmured.

"You said yourself Sherlock, that even if she hadn't met us, she would still be involved with all of this. Making her move away isn't going to help anything." John Watson told him.

"Sherlock, you've grown attached to her," Mycroft said, "You'll just have to figure out who is killing these people and to make it stop before it goes too far."

"When will she wake up?" Sherlock changed the subject.

"When she's ready," John replied. The dark haired man stood up and began to walk off with his tea, "Where are you going?"

"To sit with Lucy," he replied simply without a backwards glance.

Sherlock Holmes was a first class detective; he frequently made sure everyone knew that fact. But Sherlock wasn't very good in matters of a delicate nature, such as what was going on with Lucy at the present time. With a careful step, Sherlock quietly sat on the bed beside the sleeping girl. She looked so peaceful, serene; you'd never be able to tell that she had all of these problems by looking at her. But what was he, or anyone, to do? He had an idea who the killer could be, whether or not it was the right solution, he wasn't sure yet. He needed more data, more facts, although they would be near impossible to obtain. The only way he could ever really be able to find out, would be if they were to turn up and show themselves. But for now, he would keep his deductions to himself.

Lucy's mind was just a swirling black fog. It was empty, nothing. No pain could be felt in her state of unconsciousness. But that fog had started to clear, all the emotional pain had come flooding back, overwhelming her senses and destroying her mind. She wished that she could have stayed in that state of unconsciousness forever; surely, to feel nothing at all is better than feeling all that pain? And the only way she would be able to feel no pain at all would be to end it all. She wouldn't even be alive. But right now, that thought sounded perfect to her. The teenager had a gun in her bag; just one shot is all it would take. That is, if the others had left her stuff alone, which they probably had. It would mean that Moriarty had won this stupid game, but she wouldn't care if she was gone. And yet, something was holding her back. What it was... she had her ideas. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. Yes, she had grown to really like them. Hell, she loved them like they were her own family. But she kept having to remind herself; they'd only been living together for several days, it would be a much cleaner break than if she left it too long. Not that they would even care. Lucy was just someone who got in the way. Sherlock would just get on with solving his little crimes, not even noticing her sudden disappearance. And John... well, Lucy wasn't really sure. He'd move on though, very quickly. After all, who could miss such a hindrance as her?

And that was when she decided. She'd text Moriarty when she was ready; let him know he had won.

Lucy felt defeated.

But she couldn't alert the other's to her plans.

Slowly, her eyes started to open, squinting against the bright light that she was unaccustomed to. A body shifted beside her, and she turned her head to look into the concerned eyes of Sherlock Holmes.

"How are you feeling?" He asked in a calm voice.

"Fine," she muttered. With Sherlock's help she sat up, ignoring the dizzy feeling. Lucy turned her head and took in the sight of Lestrade, Mycroft and John standing just inside the room, all of them with neutral, but slightly worried expressions. Before anyone had a chance to speak, Lucy quickly made a point of saying:

"I'm fine okay." She could see in John and Sherlock's eyes that they didn't believe her, but that no longer mattered.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Author's note- Okay, I'm so sorry for the awful quality of this chapter, I found it really hard to write and had zero inspiration for it. The next few chapters may be easier than this one though, so stay tuned!