Sherlock

"Come back," I said looking at Grace afraid that I wasn't going to see her again.

"Of course." She smiled as she left.

I laid in bed my head pounding, it had been 3 days since I had had any cocaine. It was the longest I had gone without it for the past year. Quickly I reached over for my stash of alcohol but then I remember that I had finished it a week ago. Groaning I placed my hands on my head. I had started to drift off to sleep when suddenly I heard someone yell.

"What!" I heard the voice yell.

I tried to get up but I stood up too quickly and I fell back on the bed.

"Grace." I said quickly as I slowly stood up holding my head. I opened the door to see John and Grace standing in the parlor. I made my way towards them, I had snuck into the side hallway going to head into the parlor when I heard Grace speak.

"John," She sighed. "I'm not staying." She said and I stopped.

"No," I whispered.

"What do you mean you aren't staying?" John asked.

"I mean, as soon as Sherlock gets better, I'm leaving and I'm not going to come back." Grace said and slowly I slid to the ground placing my head on my knees. For a while, I just tuned out the world as I sat rocking back and forth.

"I can't lose her, not again." I thought. "She promised." I whispered.

Slowly I watched as John came into the hall. He looked at me and his eyes softened as he opened his mouth to speak. I quickly shook my head and he nodded as he went down the stairs. I stood up and headed towards the parlor. Grace was standing facing the kitchen she had a bottle of scotch and I watched as she drank the whole bottle.

"You're leaving." I said tears in my eyes and I watched as she turned around to look at me.

"Sherlock I…" She started the bottle slipping from her hands and it shattered on the floor. She bent down to pick the pieces up.

"Stop!" I screamed and she quickly stood up staring at me. "Your leaving!"

"Sherlock please let me…" She started.

"You promised me you wouldn't leave again. You promised!" I screamed. She ran towards me, but I quickly stepped back. "I died when you left! But you are just willing to do it again!" I watched the tears stream down Grace's face. "How dare you!"

"How dare I!" She screamed back. "If our roles were reversed, you would be doing the exact same thing to keep me safe!" I went through living hell to keep you and john safe and I come back to find that you tried to kill yourself. Why in the hell would you do something so idiotic."

"I couldn't stand the thought of living without you. And I would never leave you, not in the way you did to me. Now you are going to leave again. You are a selfish bitch!" I screamed and I watched as her jaw fell open.

"Bastard!" Grace screamed.

I brought my hand back as if to hit Grace but before I could, she collapsed to the floor pulling her arms over her head. "Please Moriarty stop!" She gasped.

Slowly my rage melted and I suddenly looked down at Grace who was screaming.

"Please no!" she screamed. "Moriarty!"

"Grace, I'm sorry." I reached down to help her but she quickly started screaming again. "Grace it's Sherlock." I panicked. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Suddenly Grace sprang up and threw herself into my arms.

"Don't let him hurt me anymore," She cried.

"I won't, I promise." I ran my fingers through her hair. From that moment, I promised myself that I would never touch drugs or alcohol again.

Suddenly Grace's whole body tensed up and she backed up looking at me. "I'm sorry." She said wiping the tears away.

"What happened." I asked her. "What happened with Moriarty."

I watched as Grace's eyes darted around the room, no longer looking at me. "I'm going to clean up this broken glass and you are going back to bed."

"Grace I…" I started.

"Go," She snapped tears in her eyes.

I nodded heading to my room slowly shutting the door. However instead of going to bed, I frantically began searching around pulling out bag after bag of cocaine from my hiding spots. Once I had found all of them from my room. I headed out to the kitchen. Grace wasn't cleaning up the glass but I wasn't worried I assumed she had gone out to get food or clothes. I threw the bags from the room onto the kitchen table and did the same with all the ones from the kitchen and parlor. I then headed up to grab the ones I had planted in John's room. When I opened the door, I found Grace sitting on the bed with her head in her hands sobbing.

"Grace," I sighed sadly. The sight of her crying broke my heart.

Her head snapped up as he looked at me. "What's wrong?" She asked quickly wiping away her tears.

" I want to show you something." I said holding out my hand for her to grab.

"Sherlock," She sighed.

"Please,"

Slowly she took my hand and I led her downstairs to the kitchen. When she saw the table she gasped placing her hand over her mouth.

"Wait right here," I said as I rushed upstairs.

I quickly grabbed the two bags that were in John's room and headed back down stairs and threw them on the table in from of Grace.

"This is the only way I thought to cope." I told her "But I'm done, I'm not going to touch it ever again. I've see what person it has made me become, someone who reminds you of Moriarty, and that is not a person I want to be. So I am quitting cold turkey, no more" I said and I watched as Grace's eyes filled with tears but a smile appeared on her face.

"It's not going to be easy." She said grabbing my hand.

"I like a challenge." I laughed and I watched as Grace tired to hid her own laugh.

"You have to promise me something." I said and she quickly let go of my hand.

"Sherlock, I can't promise you that I am going to stay." She sighed.

"NO, I know you can't, but what I want you to promise me, that before you leave, if you leave, you will tell me what happened with Moriarty." I said.

"Sherlock…" She started and I could hear her breathing start to become rapid.

"Please," I said grabbing her hand again.

"Alright, Sherlock, I promise, I will tell you." She said and I slowly pulled her in for a hug, not wanting to scare her again.

I had been through withdrawal before, the first time I had overdosed on cocaine, so I knew what to expect. However, I think it scared the living day light out of Grace.

"Sherlock, I don't know what to do." She said panicking when she found me one morning on the floor holding my head. I felt that I had been hit by a bus, twice.

"You can't do anything." I groaned. "Just sit here with me, please." I begged.

Slowly she sat down and held me so my head was in her lap. We sat there for a while grace talking to me. I didn't say anything back, my head was throbbing so much I couldn't even make complete thoughts.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault." She said running her fingers though my hair.

"No," I groaned.

"Yes, if I hadn't come here in the first place to warn you about Moriarty, we would have never met and you wouldn't be like this." She cried.

"Grace, I don't regret a single moment of the life I had with you." I said softly. "I love you." I heard her gasp and I looked up to see tears streaming down her face.

"I'll go get you some food, here let's get you back to bed." She said and she helped me up.

"She quickly left looking back at me with such sadness in her eyes before she shut the door.

I spent the rest of the day, the same as I had every other day. Laying in bed with an excruciating headache longing for Grace to come talk to me.

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