Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or its characters.

This is a Johnlock slash fic, so if you don't like it, leave.

And for the rest of you! Enjoy :)

Half scared to death can't catch my breath
Aren't these the moments we live for

And I kissed you
Goodnight

Don't Run

He could still feel his touch in the morning.

Rolling out of the empty bed, Sherlock wandered into the kitchen where no one was. He stared at the fridge in demand that it make him food before settling in, to make it himself. He didn't normally have to make his own food, hell, he normally didn't even sleep. Placing toast in the toaster, he stood by the counter swaying with sleepiness still.

Lifting a hand up to his neck, he rubbed it with soft strokes, careful to avoid the wound he had been given on the last case. John was his protector. Someone who saw everything that was danger before he did, and yet he had missed the guy who almost stabbed him in the neck. Sherlock picked at the bandage for a second, and then stopped. He could hear John's voice telling him not to disturb it and let it heal. Sighing loudly, he thumped his fingers against the counter top and waited for his toast. He still jumped when it popped.

Grabbing a plate from above, he placed the toast on it. Staring down at the plate, he changed his mind and tossed the toast in the garbage. Sherlock walked towards the living room and grabbed his phone off the table next to John's chair. He had a few missed calls and his phone had maxed out on text messages limit of memory space.

Flipping it open, he deleted all of them, aside from Molly's only text. Staring at the new message screen and his two options, he clicked the read button and the message opened.

Meet me at my house tonight?

Any other day or time, Sherlock would have deleted it and found a case to work, but today was different. Closing his phone, he went to the couch and lay down on it with a 'plop'. Staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, he listened to the silence of the apartment. Usually, John would be busy reading the newspaper or making something in the kitchen. But, today was different, just like the last few weeks.

Sherlock's phone beeped and he read 'Mycroft' across the screen and deleted it instantly. Tossing his phone on the floor, he closed his eyes. He hadn't seen John in a few weeks, ever since the last case. Sherlock remembered how John's face had looked the moment he felt the knife hit his neck. It was full of shock and pain. Sherlock had watched John shot the man without hesitation and as he lowered to the ground, John followed him, holding on to his shoulders, trying to steady him.

The pain was bearable, but something was causing Sherlock's vision to fail and he watched as a blurry John dialed on his phone and he could hear him shout out words that didn't make sense. John's hand was pressed to the side of his neck with soft barrier and Sherlock figured it was a cloth of some sort.

He blinked and John's face was in front of his shouting something. His lips looked like they were saying ' bay shake', but that made no sense. Blinking again, Sherlock tried to sit up and he felt a hand push him down calmly. Then his hearing came back hard.

"Sherlock? Can you hear me? Stay awake, don't fall asleep, this wounds really deep," his voice trembled but he still tried to smother it down.

"He had a knife? Who would have guessed? I must have deduced him wrong. I'm never wrong. Well, maybe just that one time when," Sherlock started babbling and John reached forward placing his fingers on his lips.

"Sh, you're fine. Just try to stay quiet but awake, okay?" John stared into his eyes and waited for confirmation.

Nodding once, Sherlock let his lips part and he could hear John gasp slightly. John brushed his finger across Sherlock's bottom lip and swallowed loudly. Leaning forward, John was a breath away from Sherlock's lips when the ambulance let its light flash around them and John pulled back like he had been bitten.

Sherlock had watched him stand up fast and speak to the paramedic's briefly and then they were lifting him from the ground and into the back of the ambulance. It was bright inside it and Sherlock closed his eyes at the suddenness of it from the darkness of the night outside.

After that, Sherlock couldn't remember much of the trip, just that two days after when he returned home, John's things were neat and a lot of his belongings were missing. There wasn't a note and when Sherlock had texted him, he didn't receive an answer.

That had been weeks ago.

His neck had maybe a couple more days of healing left and after that, he decided he was going to return to work, with or without John. The front door opened and Sherlock's eyes darted straight to it and he felt disappointment when it was only Mrs. Hudson.

"I brought you some tea, Sherlock," she walked towards the kitchen with a tray in her hands. "Did you two have a big domestic? I haven't seen John for a while."

"No."

She looked taken back but left the tea on the table next to him before hurrying out the door and shutting it behind her. Sherlock sighed and closed his eyes again. He was bored and it was all John's fault.

He arrived early at Molly's house. And not a little early, it was probably one in the afternoon when he knocked on her door. She was laughing behind it, and the look of surprise on her face didn't shock him. She glanced backwards in, fear? Sherlock could see she was uncomfortable and he knew she was about to dismiss him when he heard it. John's voice.

Sherlock's throat tightened and he couldn't hear what Molly was saying as she pushed on his chest. John walked around the corner and he was laughing. His face was filled with happiness and it stung Sherlock a lot. He wasn't going to lie. Knowing that he didn't create that smile and that he was fine after being away from him so long really hurt.

And then John saw him.

Molly stopped pushing on his chest and John stopped laughing. Sherlock stared at John while he stared back and Molly was staring straight down at Sherlock's feet.

Sherlock had always been the smart one. A genius. So when he stared at John, why did his mind turn into a child's? And the first thing he said would only make matters worse.

"You should have kissed me."

Thanks for reading! This has been my second attempt at Johnlock. Hopefully it was good? DX

There will be more soon! Now that I am on Spring Break! WOOT! :)

Anywho! Review?

-Courtney