The Light To His Dark

Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters! Like seriously, I don't!

Rating: M

Pairing: John W./ OC

Warnings: Smut, violence and the occasional swear word.

Summary: John is suffering a deep depression after the death of his friend. Eventually he returns to the flat and meets the woman, who brings him out of his darkness.

A/N: One of these days I will finish a fanfic before I start a new one. But alas that will never happen! So here is another new fic! Italics are flashbacks.

Chapter One

Warning: Nakedness in this scene.

Doctor John Watson had been a mess for six months since that day. But now, 10 months after the incident, he felt at ease. The nightmares occasionally haunted him but now his life was being pieced back together. He stretched his legs, his foot brushing against the warmth of another person's leg. Here lay his saviour, albeit a very naked saviour.

Mary Morston.

The red headed beauty he had met four months ago. He had met her by total chance. If he had arrived at 221B Baker Street five minutes later, he would have missed her completely. He turned on his side and watched her sleep. Her face was turned away from him and she lay on her front, her lower half covered by the bed covers. She looked like an angel to him. She was an angel. She saved him from the depths of hell.

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John had been standing outside the door to 221B Baker Street for a few minutes, contemplating whether or not to go in. He didn't even have the courage to visit Mrs Hudson. She visited him but he never went to her.

The door slowly opened and John was about to walk away when a young woman stepped out. "Oh hello." She smiled timidly. "Are you here to see Mrs Hudson?"

"Um...Ye- Yes." He stuttered. "Is she home?"

"Yes." She smiled widely. "I was just going out but I'll take you into her." Opening the door wider and walking back into the building. "Come in." She smiled back at him.

"Right. Right." He nodded and quickly moved inside. He followed her into Mrs Hudson's flat.

"Mrs Hudson. You have a visitor." She called as she moved into the older woman's sitting room.

"Oh John!" She exclaimed as he moved into her living space. "I was wondering if you would ever come to see me." Her smile widening. "I see you have met my niece."

Mary smiled at him and extending her hand. "Mary Morston."

John took it with a timid smile. "John Watson."

"Oh!" Mary's eyes grew wide and shook his hand. "Wow! It's nice to finally meet you. My aunt is always talking about you." Giving him a warm smile and withdrew her hand slowly. "I have to run to the shop for my aunt. Is there anything you need?" She asked him politely.

"No. No, thank you. I'm not staying for very long." He smiled slightly as she turned.

"It was nice to finally meet you." She smiled at John.

"Nice to meet you too." He gave her a small smile as she turned and left the flat.

"I'll make us some tea." Mrs Hudson said brightly when John brought his attention back to his host.

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John smiled as she shifted in her sleep but did not wake. He leant down and gently kissed her shoulder blade. She moved again and turned her head to face him. Her red hair in a tangled mess. "Morning." He smiled down at her.

"Morning." She smiled sleepily. "What time is it?"

"It's half 6. Time to get up." He gave her a small lop-sided smile. "We're going to have to get a flat halfway between our jobs."

Mary smiled and turned onto her side to face him. "You know we can't afford it."

John raised an eyebrow at her uncovered torso. "I know. But right now, my mind has shifted away from that."

She laughed loudly and pulled their bed covers up. "Stop it. We have to get ready for work." She sat up, holding the covers to her chest.

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John would visit Mrs Hudson often just to be able to meet with the striking red head. He would only catch her on weekends and very briefly. He still hadn't found the courage to go to the old flat. Nor did he have the courage to ask Mary out to dinner. After 5 weeks of visiting Mrs Hudson, he caught Mary as she was leaving 221B Baker Street. "Hello, again."

"Oh hello John." She smiled broadly. "How are you?" Asking as she shifted her bag further onto her shoulder, which John noticed was full of papers.

"Oh, good thank you. How are you?" He asked nervously. He was always so nervous to talk to her.

"I'm good thank you. Just popping Mrs H's prescription off." She smiled slightly.

"Oh right." He nodded. "Is she all right?"

Mary nodded quickly. "Yes. Just painkillers for her knee." Smiling a little as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. There was a small silence. "Right, I have to go. I have essays to mark." Tapping her bag.

"Oh right. You're a teacher?" He asked in interest.

"Yes. English teacher." Her small smile widening. "I do have to go." Slowly moving around him.

"Oh yes. I'll let you go." Stepping to the side to let her pass. "There was one thing I wanted to ask."

She turned to face him. "Yes?"

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked hopefully.

"I'd love to." She smiled and opened her bag, pulling out a small business card. "Here, have my number. I really do have to run."

He took the card. "Yes. Sorry. I'll call you later." Watching her rush off.

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A/N: Yay? Nay? Improvements? No flames please. :) I would like to clarify that I know Mary was not Mrs Hudson's niece but I wanted there to be a connection in place.