I own nothing except this idea. It was fun but made me sad at the same time.

Sometimes you have to loose everything to see what you had.

Sherlock smiled as he looked down at his lover. "John, I love you."

"I love you too Sherlock and know that as long as you are faithful to me I will always be here to support you. Now, tell me something, do you really disagree with me wearing my jumpers?" John asked playfully. His boyfriend laughed loudly as he nodded. "You berk."

"I only disagree because you look so nice without your jumper or any clothes on," Sherlock replied quietly. The blonde blushed as he heard the sentence.

"Sherlock," he hissed as looked around. The other smiled mischievously.

"Why don't we go back to our flat and get you out of those clothes then," the brunet whispered huskily as he ran a hand up John's side. The younger flushed as he thought about the meaning of those words. A small moan sounded as his ear was licked and nipped. "Come on John."

"Sherlock, I've got this paper to finish and it's due tomorrow," John whimpered as he felt the skilled tongue slide down his neck. "Oh God. Sherlock."

"Please?" Sherlock breathed against John's throat.

"Fine. However after that I am finishing this paper," the blonde growled. He moaned as he was kissed deeply then he pulled away. A yelp escaped him as he was easily thrown over a bony shoulder. "Sherlock, put me down before we get in trouble."

"Nonsense," the brunet declared as he walked to his car. He carefully put his boyfriend into the passenger side before climbing into the driver seat. Within minutes they were outside the flat and climbing out of the car like drunks. Sherlock pinned John to the door in a heated kiss.

"Sherlock...Mrs. Hudson," John moaned between kisses. The taller only shook his head not caring as he coralled the blonde up the stairs to their flat. They fumbled the door knob as they struggled to separate. "Sherlock."

"John, want you so bad, need you," the older groaned as he kissed down John's neck. The door was finally opened and they fell into their flat. Clothing flew off in all directions as they kissed then they hit the kitchen table. "Tell me John, tell me how you want it."

"Sherlock, oh God. I-I want you to lift me up and fuck me on the table. Please," John moaned as he felt those sinfully long fingers on his legs. "Please."

"John," Sherlock growled as he poured a large amount of lube into his hand. He rubbed his hands together warming it before pushing two fingers into his boyfriend. A moan sounded as he stretched the blonde thoroughly with one hand. With the other he coated his cock with the slick substance. He added another finger stretching him further. He pulled his fingers out smiling at the small whine of disappointment John let out. They moaned together as he pushed himself into the tight heat of his lover. Slowly he pushed himself in and out of the smaller man on the table. "John."

"Oh Sherlock, more please," the blonde moaned as he pulled his lover closer. He carefully wrapped his tan legs around Sherlock's hips making him go deeper. They moaned together as Sherlock continued to thrust forcefully. "Sherlock!"

"John," the paler moaned as he hit his orgasm. John sighed as he came covering his stomach. He reached up to pull Sherlock's face to his. "John, I'm sorry."

"What?" the blonde asked as the brunet slowly backed away. The scene changed from their kitchen to Sherlock standing with a very beautiful man behind him in their sitting room. "Sherlock who is he?"

"Victor. He's my lover John. You are boring now. I've found someone more interesting," the taller answered. John shook his head as tears fell down his face. John bolted upright in his cot. He looked left and right sighing as he realized it was only a terrible nightmare again. He shook his head as he sat up and left for the loo. Hours later John found himself forgetting about the nightmare amiss the rushing of injuries and surgeries.

"We need a team to go out now. A grenade went off and we need to airlift them back!" someone called. The blonde looked to his friend Drew and nodded. They raced to the chopper and put on the bullet proof vests as they climbed in. The chopper lifted off the ground after several more people climbed in. John looked around and smiled at his friends. Mindy, Sandy, Drew, Carter, and Al were all good medics and so was he. The men they were on the way to save would be in good hands. They landed and the blonde looked at them all.

"Get as many as you can out of the danger zone then treat the worst injuries first. Got it?" he yelled over the noise. His team nodded and they leaped out towards the injured men. John looked around as they got as many of the severely wounded into the chopper with Mindy and Sandy. "Go now. We'll treat the others here!"

"Got it, be safe Captain!" Sandy yelled as he stepped away from the chopper. They were gone within minutes. John went back to the others and started to treat as many as possible. He nodded and looked to the others.

"Let's get them over there. The rest of them can be treated after. Hurry," John ordered. The others nodded and moved the men as quickly as possible. The blonde walked over and picked up one man slinging his arm over his neck. They walked over to the small shelter the others were in and waited. "Where's Carter?"

"Out there," Al responded with a shake of his head. Immediately the Captain ran back out to find his friend. He sighed as he spotted the man with a soldier over his shoulder. John's smile dropped as he saw bullets tear through Carter and the injured man on his shoulder.

"No!" the blonde yelled as the other medic dropped. He ducked back into the small shelter to grab a gun. "You lot need to head out the other side and get as far away from here as possible. Go! Drew get them out of here."

"Yes sir!" the darker man answered helping some of the soldiers stand as they evacuated their temporary shelter. John snagged a grenade from one of the wounded men. He pulled the pin and threw it toward the perceived threats. It went off and John carefully ducked out of the shelter. He looked around on high alert. He fired off a shot to attract their attention and keep his comrades safe. Then four men came over the dune ready to kill. Two of them held AK47's and the others had oozies. John mentally cursed himself for only grabbing a rifle. He sighed as he counted the bullets in his clip. Six. He had six tries to take these guys down and save his friends and comrades. He aimed carefully through the scope and fired one after another at the enemies. They dropped one by one as he hit them. The doctor ran to the bodies to take the guns and use them when he felt it. Then he saw it hit the sand in front of him. A bullet had torn through his left shoulder and was buried in the ground as he fell forwards. He waited for the men to come closer. When they did he rolled and used the stolen guns against them. A smile was on his face as they dropped. He turned looking at his shoulder and gagged at the sight of blood flowing from a hole blown through his own body.

"Please, God let me live," the Captain thought as he lay back on the sand bleeding. Everything went black soon after.