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Lana was walking the streets of London, glad to finally be back after eight years of seclusion from her beloved town. She had made her appearance known by leaving little notes with clues on them around the city and it would only be a matter time before they were decoded. Lana smiled at the thought of her beloved Sherlock finally knowing that she was back and not dead. She continued to walk and think, wondering what she was going to do since she had emerged again. Lana knew that her name was gonna be plastered all over the papers, since she was at a time the world's greatest detective. She had finally came to a mansion, and opened the door, the welcoming scent of a burning incense filled her nose. Lana stood in the lobby of her house that she had left behind and glad that her head butler made sure that the house was kept nice and clean.

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Lana was in her house and then she remembered something. A man that looked oddly familiar when she was walking down the street. Could it have been Sherlock? she thought. She sighed and pulled out her phone. Lana went through her contacts and found Sherlock's name. Should she text him? Lana really missed him and she felt tears spring to her eyes. It had been so long and she hated herself for not telling him why she disappeared. She texted him this: 'Darling, I know you might be angry with me and I completely understand why. I vanished without telling you. I did it to protect you. -- L.' Lana clicked send and hoped the message go to him.

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Lana waited for a couple of minutes for a reply. No answer. She sighed and walked around her parlor, looking for a book, but she had him on her mind. Lana felt horrible about herself now. It was her fault that Sherlock was angry with her because she cared about his safety. It was either Sherlock die a painful and bloody death or she sacrifice herself for his safety. Lana didn't need to be around anymore before she faked her death. It was time she had stepped aside and protect the ones she loved. Lana felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She slunk down on the floor and hugged her knees to her chest and just let it all out. All the pain and sorrow she was feeling and all the hate she had against herself for the consequence of losing him.

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Lana was walking down to 221B Baker Street. An umbrella shielded her from the rain, but little drips of water slid off of the fabric of the umbrella and fell in front of her. It felt like a gloomy day, and it made her slightly sad. She was on her way to talk to Sherlock. As Lana got to the door, she used the knocker to make herself known. Lana look up to the second story window and smiled. She wanted to make sure Sherlock was okay.

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Lana smiled sweetly at the old lady. "I'm a good friend of Sherlock's ma'am. Thank you for letting me know where he is." she said. As she walked in, she closed her umbrella and walked up the stairs. A smile came to her face. Lana saw him at his table, studying something through his microscope. [b]"Long time no see, darling. How have you been?"[b] she said.

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Lana's eyes narrowed, and a flash of a cool glare happened in her eyes for a second. He was angry, she could clearly sense that due to the tone of voice and body language. She straightened out her coat and leaned on her umbrella. "You're angry. I understand. It wasn't a good time to just go and fake my death like that. I was just protecting you. Lana said, a sorrowful and apologetic look in her eyes. It had a mixture of pleading as well. Pleading to him not to be angry with her. Apologizing for the wrong she did for leaving unexpectedly like that. This wasn't the Sherlock she knew, but everyone changed once they grew up. "Please don't be angry with me..." Lana muttered pleadingly.

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Tears sprang to Lana's eyes. She didn't want to cry in front of him, but he was really hurting her there. It wasn't like she really had a choice. Well, Lana did, but she chose to protect him. "Sherlock Holmes... I left to fake my death for sight years to protect you from Moriarty. If I hadn't faked my death, you would have died a painful and bloody death, with me watching you in pain and not being able to help you. I didn't want to leave you. I'd really didn't. I did you a grave favor by making sure you stayed alive and being a greatest detective." she snapped at him. Why wouldn't he get it through his damn head that she wanted to protect him? Lana would have gave up everything to see him right after she faked her death, but couldn't, knowing that if she did, Moriarty would kill both him and her. He killing Sherlock by torture, then while Sherlock would be bleeding out, shoot Lana in front of his eyes. She stayed away for eight years because even if she came back two years later after, the same thing would happen. Lana needed a long waiting period where she could come back when he wasn't around.

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Lana felt tears sliding down her cheeks. He had never yelled at her before. "I knew that you were dead! I paid attention! I mourned your death! I went to your funeral, but blended in! You don't understand, Sherlock." she said, and turned her back to him. She started to head down the stairs.

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Lana had gone down the stairs without replying to him and out the front door. He hurt her very much. Lana opened her umbrella and walked away from 221B Baker Street. She had forgave so many times before. Lana was going home to her house.

ooc-- time skip?