I've reposted this, because something went wrong with the editing the first time.

So, at the beginning of The Great Game, there was the scene where John was at Sarah's and there was the bomb in Baker Street. Now, this was a great place for one of those amazing 'I thought you were dead' moments, and they did kind of use it, but I feel a bigger deal should've been made of it. Here are John's thoughts throughout that scene. Enjoy.

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"Yeah, well you better make it yourself, I'm having a shower."

John smiled as Sarah disappeared through the door, her dressing gown swishing behind her. He began to button his shirt.

'…Back now, to our main story. There's been a massive explosion in central London.'

John looked up. His eyebrows creased with concern as he read the tagline. 'House destroyed in Baker St.'

'As yet there are no reports of any casualties, and the police are unable to say if there is any suspicion of -'

John was up. "Sarah!" he called, grabbing his coat from the stand. He looked at the TV again, searching, though he knew that was pointless. "Sarah!" He began to make for the door. "Sorry, I've gotta run."

He damn near flew out the door, mind racing.

No reports of any casualties… that had to be a good sign, right? Oh god Sherlock, just be alright. Jesus, I should have been there. We had to have that stupid argument yesterday. Christ, it wasn't even an argument. He was just being so… annoying. Oh crap, why was I so petty? We didn't… it was… It was that bloody head, and him being so… dismissive, and disdainful, and… Jesus he was just being Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, god, PLEASE be alright, I am so, so sorry, just be alright, just be okay. Even if the entire flat was destroyed… Oh Christ, what about Mrs Hudson? Christ, why wasn't I there? Since when was Sarah's house so faraway from Baker Street?God Sherlock, GOD, why do you have to spend your entire life getting killed?

At last Baker Street came into view… at least, what was left of it. He nearly stopped walking. Jesus… He sped up, forcing himself over. There were no ambulances… that was a good thing, at least.

"Excuse me," he said, pushing past a woman. He was surprised at the weakness of his voice. "Can I get through? Excuse me…"

The crowd seemed so huge, so long to traverse. After what seemed an age, he reached the front. He was allowed past without any trouble; another good sign. But any fears that had been quieted roared into life again as he got an unobscured view of the explosion. Christ, at least it was the building opposite theirs. If it had been their own… he shuddered, and began walking again, not realising that he had stopped. Then he reconsidered, and half ran over to 221B. He ran up the stairs.

"Sherlock?" He could hear the worry in his voice, but he didn't care. He was worried, desperately so. He walked through the open flat door, staring around.

There was the pluck of a violin string. "John."

Sherlock. He was alright, he was with Mycroft, it was fine.

"I saw it on the telly. You okay?" He struggled to renormalize his voice.

"Hmm? What?" Sherlock seemed a little confused, and looked around at the destroyed flat around him. "Oh. Yeah. Fine. Gas leak… apparently."

Sherlock continued his conversation with Mycroft. John wandered further into the flat, looking around in wonderment. How was everyone fine…? He slowly began to unbutton his coat.

"Perhaps you can get through to him, John."

John jerked his head towards the older Holmes brother. "What?"

Yeah, awkward cut off point, but otherwise I'll carry on through the whole episode. Second ever one-shot, yay! So yup, reviews are, as always, much appreciated, feel free to use this idea (such as it is), cos I would LOVE to read one of these without having to write it. Kthnxbye.