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A/N: Whimpers, I love Holmes right now and Robert Downey Jr. So anyways, I do hope you won't mind my lack of knowledge in the Holmes fandom seeing as it will be my first fic well crossover fic anways.
3 rd POV
The lightning flashed across the sky as the rain poured down on the dark cobblestone streets of London. It was a chilling night, the wind blazing causing the rain to ice on the roads and walkways.
A lone figure dressed in black stood under an awning in the shadows, her eyes locked onto the prone form of her love, her Sherlock. She – Bella – could not hold back the sob in her throat as she watched her loves shoulders shake with deep sadness. Even over the pounding rain she could hear her love crying for her.
"It's for the best Bella, he is better off without you. After all, who would want such a foolish woman like you?" she whispers to herself sadly, her heart constricting in her chest; wincing as her healed wounds from the gunshots she had taken for him began to ache. They always did around this time, she didn't truly know if it was her mind reminding her or if they truly did ache, after all it had been five years since it happened.
"I love you Sherlock Holmes, never forget that. Maybe in time I will return to you my love." Isabella whispers as she turns away from her loves room, it had been five long years since her supposed death, but it was all for him; for her Sherlock.
Giving him one last final look she pulled her coat tighter to her chest and walked down to her destination. Her heels clicking against the stone, hoping her love never forgot her.
Sherlock Holmes sat in his room, the glass of whiskey swirling in his hands as he stares brokenly and blankly out the window. It was raining and he didn't know what to think of it, or what to do. He could see every little splatter of water as it hits the glass, hear every noise and creak in the house. His mind was racing like a bullet from a gun, thoughts and images racing though his mind.
His eyes landed on the date and he couldn't help but gulp the rest of the amber liquid before aimlessly tossing the glass to the side; watching as it began to fracture and shatter before his very eyes. It was what he felt like right now; a hollow man of what he once was shattered and broken.
Living in reality was something he hated, no he feared reality. Reality meant he was alone, that his love Isabella was gone; viciously taken from him by a murderer. Holmes had taken to other things to distract him from the pain, mainly drugs and alcohol. Nothing that would gain him addicted and too far gone, but enough to make him feel something different; oh how his love would be disappointed.
"Bella!" He cries, his shoulders slumping and shaking with the sheer amount of agony he felt. There was of no use of drinking himself to the bottom of the glass, no drug or alcohol could tear his mind away from his love. Not tonight.
Only when he was on a case, something he can put his whole mind too only then does he find solace; only then is he freed from his guilt and torment. After all it was his own fault that she had been cruelly taken by deaths hands; another cry of her name escapes her lips as he fiddles with the small box in his hands. He had dared not looked at its contents since he saw it, he was to ask her after they had finished the case they were on; but that never happened.
"Bella, Bella, Bella!" He cries once more, slumping forward in his chair as he tangles his hands through his hair. All the contents he once held only to fall on the stained oak boards of his room.
"Holmes?" the concerned voice of Watson filtered through the door before slowly creaking open.
It took Watson an hour nearly to open the door to see what his long life friend was so upset about. He had been like this for five years, never once able was he to make himself curious enough to ask what makes him woe around this time.
But this is the first time had he ever heard him cry a name, a name that always seemed to make him flinch when they came across it. No one but Watson saw the slight facial movement and with great surety he could saw that even Holmes himself didn't notice he did it.
"What is it John." Sherlock slurs, his head flopping back as he cast a disordered grin. Watson couldn't help but look at his estranged friend gobsmacked; never once had he called him that but in a teasing notion.
Holmes couldn't help but laugh flatly as he watched the good doctor inch in the door. He surely reminded him of a stray dog, wary of the world and of people. Though that thought wasn't there long as he saw Watson grab the only picture-graph of him and his Bella.
"Who was she Holmes?" Watson asks softly as he takes in the happy faces before him, the woman was beautiful and Holmes, well he was happy. Truly happy, he didn't have an ounce of the insanity on his smile unlike now and ever since he met him.
The rather large man stood in the shadows waiting, he knew she would come but how or why he would never know. The gold pocket watch gleamed in the light as he tisked, she was late as per usual.
"I have and never will be late Mycroft." The sharp amused voice of the woman startled him.
"Ah, my dear, you are very much like him you know." He tells her softly and somewhat sadly, the woman before him was a shell of once she was.
It had been a long time since he saw her, only about a year or two and she seemed to have dwindled into nothing. Her eyes hollow and flat, full of guilt and sadness so deep he didn't know where it ended.
He wish he could talk some sense into the woman, make her see that she was doing more harm than good to Shirley. But when it came to him and being in danger, well that was a different matter. It was five years ago, little over it precisely this woman had showed up at his country home bloody and barely standing.
There was a chill in the air of the early beginnings of winter began, Mycroft was in the kitchen as he prepared a dish for supper.
Food was important, always food. There was nothing better than enjoying a home cooked meal you made yourself.
KNOCK KNOCK-KNCOK KNOCK
The sound of frantic knocking echoed down to the kitchen causing him to jump.
"MYCROFT!" the strained voice of his little brothers love cries out, urging his feet to go faster he swings the door open and catches her as she falls. Her left arm was clung to her chest as the dress she wore was tattered, dirty and covered in blood.
"Good gracious Isabella, what has happened? Where is Shirley, is he okay?" he asks calmly with as much bravery as he could muster. The fear in his chest clenched tightly at the state of his soon to be sister and at what had happened to his brother.
"Myc, you need to help me…. Holmes is okay, he's okay but he thinks… He thinks I'm gone. Oh Myc, it's so horrible, they threatened if I didn't leave and stop working with him, to stop looking for them…. If I was still with him, they would hurt him Myc, THEY WOULD KILL HIM!" She wails, her body wracking with sobs and agony.
Closing his eyes tightly he didn't know what to do, he knew she wouldn't change her mind; not with something as big as this. He didn't know what to do, should he keep a secret from his brother and help her or place him in danger and not help her. Oh his hands were tied; he didn't know what to do…. Either way his brother would be hurt, but with helping her; he will live.
"I will help you and keep the secret, but let me tell you now, this is the worst mistake you will ever make." He warns her, quickly lifting her up and into the house.
"I know My, I will never stop loving him. There's a note in my pocket dress, please, give it to him." She sobs out before succumbing to the pain. He worked quickly, getting one of his butlers or gentlemen to rush and fetch the doctor post haste.
"I know, I know it is a mistake; but one I cannot regret. He is my everything still, his little quirks and all." She breathes out, shocking Mycroft ever so slightly from his thoughts. He didn't know why what she did ever surprise him anymore; she was very much like Shirley.
"Let's go Bella; we shall see him again soon." Mycroft whispers to her, helping her into the carriage.
A/N: Well they will be short chapters, what do you expect from me. Anyways the first few chapter/s will be introductivly before Holmes begins the story, I will tell you when it switches to present.
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