Johnlock – Drowning
It seemed like a normal day. My tea was ready, just when I woke up, and I was working on finding a new case. Of-course there were several offers, as I am the best. I was scrolling down on my computer. A missing child, some stolen stuff, a strange zoo, nothing caught my attention. That's when my phone rang. Quiet, and abandoned, it was sitting in the corner with the message, waiting to be read. I got out of my comfortable chair, focused on the small object. I picked it up, and tapped on the little button.
"It may be in your interest to find John alive again. If so, it is good advice to hurry up. With your 'super intelligent mind' you should be able to find us."
Just for half a second, my heart stopped. Oh, why can't they take Mrs. Hudson at least once? Every time John is in danger, my brain can't seem to function. My mind is always racing, imagining in what pain John could be. Dear god Sherlock, get a grip! I drank my tea in record-time, and hurried to save him.
It took me 4 minutes, and 37 seconds to find out John's location. "Hurry up now, will you?" For all I knew, he was kept at a lake. I did my best to get to him as fast as I could, but when I arrived, I could not believe my eyes. I thought maybe they were keeping him bound on the shore, or hidden in the forest just next to the lake. Even my scarier thoughts, that they may try to drown him, were nothing compared to what he had gone through. They tortured him. He was bound on a chair, hanging from a wooden structure. His body was wet, he was shivering, and- crying? "JOHN!" Just when I started running, it started again. They let the chair down into the water, until he couldn't breathe anymore, and then pulled him up, giving him the feeling of drowning over and over again. He was gasping, begging for air to fill his lungs, and for the winter wind to go away. It was so cruel, so inhumane, and so... I still can't find words to describe it. There was no person in sight, the machine must have been automatic. Desperate, and with a heavy heart, I tried my very best to find a way to stop the machine. I was running around it, searching everywhere, and John was pulled down again, and again, and again. His sobs, and his short breathes, and him calling my name, just broke my heart so much, I felt my eyes getting watery. Then it came into me: The forest! I ran back, and I finally found the button to stop the cruelty. Drawing breath, I hurried to the lake again. When he stood up, he fell into my arms crying. "Sher… lock." A small voice in my ear, John's voice. "It will be fine. You will be fine." I pulled my coat around him, to protect him from the cold, while he was desperately clinging on me. After a while, when he didn't move, I carried the now unconscious man to a bench. He instantly curled up on my lap, embracing my body warmth and my coat. I stroked his soft hair, while mumbling some reassuring words. With John, I always get sensible, and sort of… kind. Yes, me. You have probably figured it out already, but I love the tiny thing on my lap. I love his kindness, his intelligence, his obliviousness, him. I would to anything to see him smile, I would go through hell to keep him safe. He is the one person I care the most about.
While I was thinking of all the reasons, why I love him so much, and why I always get weak when he's with me, his small body started to move. I heard a tiny moan, and John sat up. His beautiful eyes looked right into mine, and he hugged me. The moment was special, nothing needed to be said. It was just the two of us, just us. In our own, magical world. Too poetic? Maybe. Too gay? Definitely. But even though he loves his wife very much, and even though I know, that he'll never be with me, I was so happy just to have him in my life.
I still am.
I always will be.