A/N- This fic is in the movie world. I have not read the books (shame on me!! XD) but I recently saw the movie and wrote this fic because Holmes and Watson are so good together. SPOILER ALERT!!!! DO NOT READ THE REST OF THIS A/N IF U HAVENT SEEN THE MOVIE!! It's supposed to be the scene where they are running out of the slaughter house and Watson activates the trip wire and sets off the explosions, but instead of the police finding Holmes, Watson does.
"Holmes!"
Sherlock Homes skidded to a stop on the wet ground in the ally way. Watson had suddenly stopped running and had jerked his arm out, telling him to stop, and yelling his name. Irene stopped too, almost crashing into Holmes's back. He and Watson made eye contact, and a jolt ran through his body as his seemingly black eyes connected with Watson's blue ones. In that split second, Holmes felt a smile tug at his lips, but as soon as that split second passed, the smile disappeared, because a fiery explosion erupted and knocked his dear Watson Sprawling to the ground.
Holmes began moving forward toward his companion, but another burning explosion interrupted him and knocked he and Irene backwards. He hit the ground hard, but got back up and moved toward Irene, shielding her from flying debris as another explosion rocked the ground. He looked to where Watson had been, but the whole area was engulfed in fire. He didn't see Watson. He almost didn't feel the next earth shattering explosion that caused him to fall forward as he feared for the other man's life.
Then, the explosions stopped, all was still, and Holmes felt consciousness slipping away.
Holmes didn't know how long he was out for, but when he awoke he knew Irene was no longer near him, and he heard movement. Strong hands gripped his arms and began pulling him up. Watson. Holmes put one hand at the mans waist and the other on his shoulder to steady himself and took a good look at him. Shockingly, he seemed alright, except that he was bleeding a bit at his neck and he was covered in dirt.
"Watson, you're alright!" Holmes managed to choke out, grinning.
"Of course I am," Watson grinned right back. "It'll take more than that to finish me, old chap," he said, looking calmly into Holmes' eyes.
The air was silent still as the two men began leaning forward, never breaking eye contact.
"Where's Irene?" Watson asked breathily.
"No idea."
"Do you even care?"
"Not in the slightest, dear man."
Their lips were tantalizingly close. Holmes could almost feel them on hi, and tightened his hold on Watson's waist. Their lips just barely, slightly, just a little, almost brushed together when out of the blue, another explosion seemed to rip the air itself apart. Holmes and Watson were forced back, and they slipped away from each other, Watson falling to his knees.
He scrambled up, and they moved toward each other quickly, grabbed each other by the coats, and crushed their lips together desperately, pulling each other closer until ANOTHER explosion forced them apart.
They turned and ran away from the flames, hand in hand, ignoring the heat and fire and flying wood, just holding on tighter.
A/N- I hope I didn't use "explosion" too many times, and I dunno if I got the eyes colors right, so yeah. Review please! XD