An Unexpected Turn Of Events

Notes: This is my first fanfic but all comments are welcome, please let me know if I've made a spelling or grammar mistake. I hope you all enjoy reading this and I will try to update regularly. There will be some fluff involved and it could get dark in some places but I hope you all like reading it as much as I like writing it. I've planned to do about 20 chapters on this so lets begin.

Summary: After the fall John finds himself unable to cope without Sherlock so he tries to lure him back to Baker Street.

Chapter one

'John. John, get up. Lestrade phoned me. There's a killer on the loose, come on!'

'Ahh, Sherlock!' John jolted awake covered in sweat and he was panting.

Sherlock's voice sounded so real, so full of life. He could've sworn he had just been in the room with him. As usual he then checked the flat for any sign anyone had been in there with him..twice. But as always, there was nothing out of place.

John inwardly sighed to the room around him. That had been the first time he'd gotten out of his chair in days, he had lost count of how many days it could have only been a few hours but it felt like much longer. He was proven wrong by the stack of papers now sliding onto the landing just outside the room to their..his flat. John left them there, there must have been at least 9 but he never moved them so there was probably more scattered on the floor and around the flat.

'Why can't they just leave me alone..´ His voice was so quiet and broken it must have been a mix of emotion and the lack of water. He barely ate or drank but this past month he'd barely eaten one whole meal but at least he stopped using alcohol as an escape. John was very pale and had dark circles haunting his once lively eyes, he was also now becoming thinner and thinner which had taken its toll on his health, the lack of decent sleep only added to the growing list of problems, he only wanted to sleep but every time he saw or heard Sherlock in a dream he awoke and searched for him.

When had Mrs Hudson stopped coming up?

When you shouted at her and told her you wished she would leave you alone?

When you told her she was wasting your time?

When you said she was making things worse?

When you started throwing up and blamed her cooking?

Or was it when she went to sit on Sher…that chair and you demanded she didn't move anything that was his.

'Well done John. You've really upset Mrs. Hudson.'

He walked over to the kitchen suddenly realising how painful his throat was.

'When did I last have a drink? Oh my-' He broke off clutching his throat. Definitely hadn't drank since he had sat down in his chair 5 days ago?

After downing a pint glass of water he regretted it because he then found himself rushing to the bathroom only seconds later.

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John woke up with a groan as the pain from his head hit him; he was lying uncomfortably by the toilet. He was covered in sweat and after a few moments he recapped over what had happened. He had a glass of water, ran to the bathroom, was sick..a fair bit and then he'd fainted and most likely hit his head on the sink on his way down. That was the only explanation that he could think of while he was still in this state.

After sitting motionless for a long while he decided a shower was in order, just so he could at least know that he was in fact capable of doing something normal without throwing up or fainting.

After letting the room fill with steam John undressed himself and dragged himself into the shower, it felt nice on his skin, like all his pain was being stripped off him in one quick swipe. If only that were the case.

After a rather long shower John got dressed into some jeans and a t-shirt which was looser than he'd remembered. He ventured to the living room to retrieve his mobile before going to see Mrs. Hudson but she was already sat awkwardly on a wooden chair normally by the kitchen table. John was surprised to see her there looking so calm.

'Mrs. Hudson, I was just about to-'

'I heard you fall so I thought I'd check on you dear' she injected but her voice was a soothing noise that John had forgotten about.

'You didn't have to. You shouldn't of. After the way I treated you.' His voice was full of self-hate and disappointment but Mrs. Hudson expected nothing less.

'I care about you John, I know you're finding things hard right now, I thought it would be best to leave you for a while but I think I should start coming up more often. Every other day, perhaps?' Her voice was soft, she really did mean what she was saying. She had hurt in her eyes for a brief moment after remembering what John had said to her but she soon dismissed the thought.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean those things I said but thank you for coming up to check on me.' John attempted a smile but it wasn't very convincing, Mrs. Hudson smiled back anyway.

'You don't need to say sorry, John. I understand. I'm glad I did come to check on you, you look awful.' She was scanning over his face like she hadn't seen it when he first came in, she looked for any other sign of illness but only saw a pale, sick-looking ex-army doctor. 'You should go lie down. Goodness, when did you last eat something?' She was alarmed.

I-I don't know. I'm fine, really I am.' His voice was weak which didn't help when he was trying to convince anyone he was okay.

'John, please go to bed I'll bring you up some soup. Chicken or lentil?' She was half out the room and John hadn't even moved a muscle.

'Do you have any vegetable?'

What are you saying? You can't even keep water down, soup will be ten times worse!

'Shut up, I can manage..' He voice was whisper but it was still auditable.

'What was that dear?' Mrs. Hudson was in 221a now shouting up from her kitchen.

'I'm just going to bed. How did she hear me?' The last part John made sure he said under his breath to make sure she didn't hear him. He could only hope.