I don't own Sherlock!
"Doctor!" An anxious man yelled as he hurried in carrying someone wrapped in a blanket.
"I'm coming," The doctor replied already stepping into his scrubs. He hurried over to take a look. "This is a child!" He remarked. "Never mind, get him on the table." He continued as they hurried off.
"You did it Doctor Watson!" A man greeted when the doctor emerged hours later. "I don't know how you do it." He added.
"Practice, lots of practice," John replied dryly.
"So you've saved another one," A raspy voice barked from a dark corner. John turned towards the voice slightly confused. "And why couldn't you save my son?" It continued as a dark figure stood up. "Or my wife?" He continued to yell.
"I didn't, there was nothing I could do," John stammered in reply.
"Nothing you could do?" The man replied. "Let's see if you can do nothing with this!" He continued pointing a gun at him.
"No!" John yelped as he bolted up from his bed. John groaned as he laid back down, running his hand through his damp hair. He hadn't had that particular dream in a while.
He sighed looking over to see his alarm clock only minutes away from going off. He reached over flipping it off, just in time to hear a loud crash from down stairs. John groaned sitting up and grabbing his robe.
"Sherlock, you are 3 minutes early," John commented as he shuffled into the kitchen to see Sherlock looking at the remains of what he had dropped. "We agreed no loud noises that might wake someone up before 7:00." He stated.
"You were already awake," Sherlock replied.
"You still broke our deal," John replied. "Therefore I get to sing in the shower, off key." He added.
"You only sing off key," He heard Sherlock mutter as he shuffled off towards the bathroom.
John let the water wash away the remains of his dream singing as loud and off key as he could. He stepped out shaving, finishing and hanging his trusty towel on the rack. Her hurried upstairs getting dressed before stomping back down to have breakfast.
"Finally," Sherlock commented once he appeared again in the kitchen. "Lestrade called."
"We have a case?" John checked forgetting his breakfast and headed for his jacket.
"It would appear so," Sherlock replied grabbing his own coat. "Lestrade said he was at a loss, but that is most days." He added as they hurried down to catch a cab. John listened as Sherlock gave the address.
"Wait, I know that address," John commented as the cab pulled into traffic. "I used to live in that building," He added. "What room?"
"No idea," Sherlock replied. John let the cab fall into silence as he stared out the window. Soon the cab was stopping in front of the building.
"Thanks," John said paying the cabbie before following Sherlock into the building.
"Freaks here," Sally announced in the way of her normal greeting.
"A pleasure as always," Sherlock replied dryly. "Which way is the body?"
Sally only snorted and pointed. John was shocked to see her point in the direction of the room he had stayed in. He bit his tongue as he followed Sherlock.
"Sherlock," Lestrade greeted stepping out of John's old room. "I should warn you, it's a bit, messy." He added stopping the two of them.
"I think we'll be fine," Sherlock replied with a snort.
"I wasn't thinking of you," Lestrade snapped back.
"I'm touched," John replied shocked. "But I'll be fine," He added. Lestrade only nodded before letting them into the room.
John paused for a moment before stepping in. He looked around shocked at the state of the room. Furniture was torn apart like a bomb went off, curtains ripped down, and everything was sprayed with blood.
"Body is in the bathroom," Lestrade commented to Sherlock.
John stood just on the other side of the door, looking around as Sherlock jumped around the room before stepping into the bathroom. John's brow furrowed when he saw something out of place. "What's behind there," He said pointing to a certain section of the wall.
"Nothing, it's just a wall," Anderson snorted in replied. John just rolled his eyes, snagging a pair of gloves and carefully stepped over.
He reached up and tapped two sections of the wall, the one he had questioned making a hallow sound. He traced the outline of a square, and popped it open. He was shocked to find a picture and a note behind it.
"A picture and a note," Anderson commented pushing past John to look inside. "How did you know that would be there?" He demanded. "Did you do this?"
"I used to live here," John replied irritated.
"This building is only for veterans," Anderson replied suspiciously.
"Good thing I am one," John replied annoyed looking down at the note.
"Well lucky for us," Lestrade commented. "Though the note is in a different language, I'll see if I can get a translator." He added pulling out his phone. "What language is that, Arabic?"
"It's Farsi," John replied.
"Can you read it?" Lestrade asked.
"It says," John replied taking the note from Anderson. He studied it for a moment. "It can't be," He muttered handing the note to Lestrade.
"Can't be what?" Lestrade asked confused as he followed John.
"John, I could use your medical opinion," Sherlock commented looking up. John only sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Shot twice, leg blown off, side filled with shrapnel, died by bleeding out." John replied leaning against the door frame.
"How do you know that?" Lestrade asked shocked.
"You've seen this before," Sherlock commented looking at John.
There was a silence over the room as John nodded.
"So the note," Lestrade commented holding up the note.
"You let them die, so now I shall return the favor." John replied. "I'm coming for you dear Doctor." He finished with a sigh.
"This is for you?" Sherlock asked confused.
"It is," John nodded with a sigh.
I hope you enjoyed it! As you might guess, this is about someone from John's past coming for him...or Sherlock...or Mrs. Hudson...
Anyway! I always welcome reviews!