AN: First Sherlock fanfic cause I just got into Sherlock like... 48 hours ago :) Im like totally in love with this show! And of course it's Moffat... Rory killer :D Anyway, enjoy!
"Sherlock..." John stumbled into 221B Baker Street. The light of the full moon seeped through the windows of the flat. Cars rumbled softly outside. Upstairs, John could make out the sound of Sherlock's violin.
Slowly and sloppily, the Army Doctor made his way upstairs, a sharp pain in his stomach. He groaned as he took each step. He could feel his dinner slowly creeping back up. He ran his hand over his sweating face and felt a warm liquid dripping down his cheek bone.
"John?" Sherlock had stopped playing and was making his way for the door. When he opened the door he gasped. "John! What the hell-" Before he was able to finish, John grabbed his hand and said "Sherlock... help..."
At that moment, John's legs gave out and he collapsed into Sherlock's arms. Sherlock walked him into the flat and laid him down on the sofa. He sat on the edge on the sofa next to John, still holding onto his hand. "John, tell me what happened." Sherlock demanded, his blue eyes full of concern. Please be okay John, please. He thought to himself.
"I-I was walking home from the market a-and these men attacked me. They held a gun to my head. They took my wallet and my phone and I tried to call for help but I couldn't. A-and they threatened to-to kill me and..." he took a shaky breath "Th-they wanted to kill you too." As he said this, his brown eyes began to fill up with tears. "They said once I was out of the way, you'd be easy to kill. When I finally broke free, I ran as fast as I could. I just wanted to get back to you. A-and I just don't want to lose you Sherlock. I'm so afraid t-that I'll lose you." he finished, tears finally streaming down his face.
Right then, Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and rested his head on his shoulder. "John, I'll never leave you. You're safe now. Don't worry. I'm here for you." he whispered to John as he cried into Sherlock's shoulder.
"Sh-Sherlock," John whispered back to him.
"Yes John?"
"I-I can't imagine my life without you." he said shakily. Sherlock broke their hug and looked directly into John's eye "You're m-more than just a friend to me. I..." He trailed off. Sherlock placed his hand on the side of John's face.
"John." Sherlock whispered. "I have something crazy to say." John laughed weakly.
"When don't you have anything crazy too say?" Sherlock smiled. He moved his hand from John's face to John's hand.
"John," He took a deep breath and looked down at his shoes. "John, I... I think that I'm... I'm in love." He looked back up at John to see his brown eye. "I think I'm in love with... with you, John." John's mouth fell open slightly and than he smiled.
"I think I love you too, Sherlock. I don't ever want you to leave me. I want to stay with you for the rest of my life. When I'm with you, I feel safe." Sherlock's mouth grew into a smile and he leaned down and let his lips gently brush John's. They were so close to each other, their noses touched. John's cheeks were a light shade of red. He closed his eyes. "Can you stay here with me? I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to feel your heartbeat with mine." he asked. Sherlock wiped away the dirt and tears on John's cheek.
"I can't imagine anything better."
AN: What do ya think? Please review!