Title: Secrets Destroy

Author: YaoiGoddessNekoJin

Rating: M

Warnings: See Chapter 1

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 (Yeah, I'm lazy XP )

A/N: I am so sorry for the time it has taken me to update. I promise I have not forgotten about this story and I will not leave it unfinished. I have recently gotten into a new fandom and lost inspiration for this fic. I didnʼt want to try to force myself to write only to result in having the story turn blah. But, hereʼs another chapter and I hope to update in a more timely manner than before.

Chapter X

Watson looked into Maryʼs large, watery eyes. He found himself feeling sorry for her despite everything that had happened. If she had never met him, none of this would have ever happened and she wouldnʼt be sitting here heartbroken. He gently took her petite hands in his and prepared to speak.

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Holmes awoke with a start when he was drenched with ice cold water. His captor stood above him, laughing at his torment. Holmes felt his eyes well up with hot tears. He had hoped that this all had been a dream. After his torture and abuse, Thomas, as promised, had raped him...again. Holmes lay there, head turned away from Thomas, and a resigned look taking over his features. He was finished. He was finished fighting. He knew that he would never be able to come back from this. Just the thought that, when Watson found out about this, he would never touch him again, know he was dirty and used, was enough to drive him insane. No, he wouldnʼt...couldnʼt deal with that. In that moment, Holmes made a decision about his future that would permanently resolve all of his problems. As soon as Thomas left, he was going to take his own life.

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"Mary, I-I thought I loved you as well." Mary jerked slightly at Johnʼs use of thought in that sentence. She latched onto his hands tighter, shaking her head frantically. "Mary, listen to me. I have come to realize that I tried to deflect my feelings off of Holmes and onto you."

"NO!" Mary suddenly shrieked. Watson fell back onto his rear as Mary stood abruptly. "How can you love him instead of me?! Heʼs just a common whore!" Watson stood, his leg causing some difficulty, and glared at her.

"Now, Mary-" he was cut off by Maryʼs rage-filled ranting.

"Oh, yes! I ran into his father some time ago. It was in the countryside where I was visiting my parents. When he found out that I knew Holmes, he warned me to stay away from him! He said he used to sell himself on the streets and then steal everything from the men he slept with. He even said that Holmes murdered a man in cold blood!" Watsonʼs face drained of all color and he felt bile begin to rise in his throat. He knew he shouldnʼt believe Mary, but there was just something in her voice that made him think twice.

"You lie." he whispered, voice raw with emotion.

"I do not!" Mary replied indignantly. "If you donʼt believe me then why donʼt you ask him yourself?!" Watson immediately turned toward the door and left, leaning heavier than usual on his cane.

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"Well, Mr. Holmes, I must take my leave for now, but I will be back soon." Thomas whispered hotly in Holmesʼ ear as he caressed his cheek with the edge of the knife. Holmes just rolled his head to the other side, eyes glazed over, emotionless. Thomas chuckled as he pulled his clothes on and left the flat. He had left Holmes tied to the bed, but the idiot never realized that Holmes swiped his knife as he turned from the bed. Holmes shifted the knife so that the blade was pointing downwards and began slicing into the rope. Once he was free, he gingerly hobbled over to his pants, pain marring his features, and pulled them on. Holmes had made up his mind and there was no going back now. He knew that this was a long time coming and he was obligated to remove the stain that was his life from the world. Holmes removed his revolver from the stack of papers where it rested and moved back to sit gently on the bed. He took a moment to contemplate everything in his life that led up to the here and now for a moment before he slowly turned the gun to himself. The feel of cold metal against his temple both terrified and thrilled Sherlock. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath before drawing back the hammer of the revolver. Just as his index finger twitched against the trigger, the door to his room swung open.

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Watson rushed up the stairs of the apartment at Baker Street. He had to get to the bottom of this entire mess. His head ached just trying to make sense of half of the things he had heard that night. Watson opened the door to the study, red-faced and panting from his trek across town, and looked around. When he found no sign of Holmes, he went up to the manʼs bedroom door and, without knocking, swung the door open. Blue eyes widened in horror at the sight that greeted him. Holmes was sitting on the edge of his bed, covered in nasty, inflamed cuts of varying depth. He had his revolver in hand, however, instead of having it pointed at the wall as per usual, he had it pointed at his own head. Watson felt his heart stutter to a halt in his chest and his breathing cease altogether. Holmes looked over at the disturbance and Watson felt his heart break at the empty, desolate look in his loveʼs eyes. Without sparing a second thought, Watson charged toward the man and, before Holmes was able to do anything about it, he grabbed the gun and launched it across the room, falling to his knees in front of the man. Holmes just stared at Watson for a moment, his eyes slowly becoming more moist. Before long, tears began to trail down Holmesʼ face and he collapsed into Watsonʼs arms, sobbing uncontrollably in sorrow, defeat, frustration, and self-hatred. Watson felt his eyes prickle with tears of his own as he carefully held onto the man he loved dearly. The doctor raised a hand and began to run it soothingly through Holmesʼ hair as he muttered incomprehensible words of comfort into his ear. Watson decided then and there that the matter Mary had brought up could wait for now. Holmes needed his support and love more that ever and he was going to give his all to providing that.

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TBC...

A/N: Itʼs really short, I know, but I actually love how this chapter turned out. ^-^ I hope to get more up soon! I already have the entire course of this story planned out, itʼs just a matter of translating that into words.