Explicit Johnlock
There was a sharp rap on the door of 221B Baker street and a few minutes later a gruff voice came from the other side of the door, "Who's there?" The voice enquired
The figure that had knocked on the door replied, "It's me john, Sherlock"
There was a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the door, "GO AWAY! He's dead" the voice yelled.
"John you know it's me, open the door" Sherlock exclaimed with a catch in his throat
Heavy footsteps ran up the stairs, leaving Sherlock standing in the rain.
John ran up the stairs in tears, tripping on the last stair and face planting into the door, bursting out in more tears. He staggered into the apartment and fell face first onto the couch, his chest racking with desperate sobs.
Sherlock stood at the door waiting, after a few minutes he put his key into the lock, it turned with a sharp click and he pushed the door open and hesitated. A few seconds later he started going up the stairs to find the door to the apartment swung wide open, he took a few paces forward to find john on the couch asleep. Sherlock walked over to him, picked him up in his strong arms and carried him to his room. Placed him on his bed and tucked him in and kissed his forehead.
John woke up startled, "How did I get in my bed?" He questioned himself
He groaned as he dragged himself out of bed and went to rub his forehead and noticed something hanging on the back of the door. John staggered towards the door, wiping the sleep from his eyes and noticed something peculiar, a large, thin shape lay stretched over the door knob. It was Sherlock's scarf, but this wasn't possible, it couldn't be, but it was, it was Sherlock's scarf. "But he's dead" John exclaimed, his voice wavering.
John trudged towards the door and grasped the scarf and promptly lost his balance and tried to hold on the scarf but without prevail, pulling it down with him, smashing his head into the door and seeing stars before blacking out.
Sherlock stood at the door when he heard a large bang and he kicked the door wide open, the hinges complaining loudly. His heavy footsteps ran up the stairs with haste to find john lying unconsciously on the ground struggling to breath. Sherlock quickly rolled him into the recovery position and stuck two fingers down his throat to clear his airway, he was rewarded with a dribble of vomit tricking out of his mouth. After cleaning john up Sherlock went to the door, only to hear Mrs Hudson's voice coming from downstairs "John, I made some tea, would you like some?"
Sherlock started down the stairs and saw Mrs Hudson coming out of the doorway carrying a tray with a pot of tea, two cups and some biscuits. Hearing footsteps on the stairs Mrs Hudson looked up, only to see Sherlock strolling down the stairs, " Son of a bitch" Mrs Hudson muttered before going paler then a piece of paper and passing out. Sherlock quickly darted forward and scooped her up in his arms, before she hit the ground.