A Thousand Years

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"Hey Sherlock?" I called from the couch.

It took a minute for me to get a response from him, due to his inept concentration on the experiment he was conducting. "What is it?" He asked, not looking up from his work.

I bit my lip and turned to face him. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked, trying to make my voice strong. He made a noise that I took as an invitation to continue.

"If we lived to be a thousand years old, would you still love me?" I questioned hesitantly. I didn't expect him to answer so quickly, nor for what his response was.

"If it were humanly possible to live for a century, I have no doubt in my mind that we both would be miserable and would spend so much time trying to hold on to existence, that we would have no time or patience for such frivolous endeavors." Sherlock answered, still not looking at me.

I swallowed down my disappointment, though with Sherlock, I should have expected such a reaction. Though we'd been in a 'relationship', (or as close to a relationship someone could get with Sherlock), for months, he had shown very little to no affection towards me whatsoever. I had hoped establishing my feelings for him would get him to unlock deeply buried emotions that I knew he was capable of. So far, my investments weren't paying off.

I sighed and turned away from Sherlock, sinking into the leather material of the loveseat. I glanced up at the wall and frowned at the bullet riddled smiley face. It seemed to me that Sherlock always had to destroy anything that was happy. Including those he claimed he cared about.

"So I'll take that as a 'no' then." I mumbled, not realizing I had said it aloud.

Apparently I had done so, and I did so loud enough, that Sherlock had heard me. I realized this when a clang resounded in the kitchen, and the sound of a blowtorch ceased. I then heard shuffling, but did not turn at the noise. Something was then placed quietly on the table beside me. Though I was curious, I still did not move, afraid to face Sherlock. He was very unpredictable, and I didn't know what to expect from him at my whispered words.

It was silent after that to the point where I could hear the city buzzing outside. It was usually never this quiet or calm. It was… eerie to say the least. I was so used to the noise of mostly Sherlock, conducting experiments or playing his violin.

I shifted around and was met with an empty room. I glanced around for a moment, wondering where Sherlock could have gone. Though it was custom for him to leave the room abruptly, I still never got used to the emptiness I felt when he was no longer present. I sighed dejectedly and turned fully, placing my elbows on my knees. I leaned my face against my hands and yawned, not realizing how late it had gotten. What time is it? I wondered, as I sleepily ran my hands across my face.

I jumped in surprise when my eyes landed on an object atop the table, I was sure hadn't been there a moment ago. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion, as I tried to deduce what exactly the object was from faraway.

Getting no conclusion with this method, I stood and leaned over to grab the artifact.

I held the object in my hand and blinked, trying to let my eyes adjust to the dim light in the room.

It was beautifully crafted, shiny pieces of metal bent at ridiculously curved angles, to create a masterpiece, making me instantly realize who had made it. I smiled as I turned the object around in my hands, savoring the smooth texture of it. I closed my fist around it, marveling at how it fit in my hand perfectly.

Upon opening my hand, I discovered something else about the object.

In an elegant script, the words toujours et a' jamais were engraved into the back of the object, the French language making me wonder what the English translation was. I bit my lip and looked around for my laptop, my curiosity getting the better of me.

In less than a minute I had typed in the words and had gotten the English translation.

I smiled when the readable phrase popped up on my screen.

Forever and Ever.

I smiled wider, warmth flooding my veins. Sometimes he does care. I mused, letting a happy tear slip from my eye.

A clock went off then, signaling the midnight hour. I stretched and clutched the object tight to my chest, a grin crossing my features.

"Happy Valentine's Day Sherlock." I whispered, looking once more at the crafted skull in my hands, which resembled the one on his mantle.

I sighed happily in realization that not only had Sherlock given me a Valentine's gift, but he had also answered my question.

So... Sherlock gave her a skull. How… romantic? What should she get him? A smack upside the head? A kiss? Something else? Leave your suggestions in the review box!