From This Day, Forwards
Disclaimer – All characters are the property of the BBC and ACD. I am making no profit from their use. Title is from the Lord of the Rings film version, I think.
It's the first time that John believes Sherlock may, just, one day, come to trust him. They've been hostages for most of the day, tied up at gunpoint until Lestrade arrived. He'd berated Sherlock for leaving notes in Holmesian, not English, and let them go.
They plod back to Baker Street through the drizzly evening.
'Are you OK?' John finally asks.
Sherlock glances across at him; impossibly tall, gaunt in the streetlights. They hold eye contact. 'No.'
He shucks his coat sleeve, revealing a ring of torn flesh. 'It hurts.'
John shivers, touches the alabaster skin.
Holds.
Doesn't let go.