Fear

by BenAddiction

This is a Johnlock story. If you don't like, Don't Read! It is a little more angsty than my other stories. Set after my story 'The Gossip of Strangers'. Rated T for future chapters. There will be some slash later on, probably not too graphic. There is some coarse language in the latest chapter. Sherlock is injured on a case. Ch. 8 is up.

1. Text Messages

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything to so with Sherlock :(

A/N: This story takes place after my story 'Gossip of Strangers' and it's companion story 'Intrusion'. It's not necessary to have read these (though I would be very pleased if you did), all you really need to know is that the boys are now in a relationship. If you don't like that idea then please stop reading now. There will be considerably more angst in this than the previous two!

Chapter 1

John closed the door and returned to his chair, leaning forward slightly, he typed up the rest of the information regarding the patient and clicked on the save icon.

Checking his appointment list, he realised that he had a couple of minutes before the next patient, so he pulled his mobile out of his pocket and checked his messages. There were ten in his in-box! John sighed and opened the first one.

"Bored. Going 2 Barts SH x"

The next three texts went on to describe the apparent stupidity of everyone from the taxi driver (his wife had an affair with his brother who is the actual biological father of their children), to Molly's new assistant (how could anyone alive be that stupid John?).

John knew better than to answer that question. The next four texts then bemoaned the lack of decent body parts, John heaved a huge sigh of relief at this point and opened the second to last text.

"Lestrade called with case. Don't wait up. SH x"

John smiled, pleased that the consulting detective finally had something to alleviate the boredom, and clicked on the final text message. When it opened, he was surprised to see that instead of being from his partner, it had in fact been sent by Detective Inspector Lestrade, but as he scrolled down and read the contents, the surprise quickly turned to horror. He leapt to his feet, upturning the chair in his haste, grabbed his jacket and raced out of the door, the words in the text on a loop in his head.

"Sherlock hurt! Barts A&E Now! GL"

A/N: Oooh I've never done a cliff hanger before. I hope you don't all hate me!

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