So this is sort of a late Christmas/New Year story. I was listening to the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder and this sort of popped in my head and I let it run. I have nothing against Mary and I do like Mary being with John but I still like and ship John and Sherlock.
As always I don't own anything except my imagination.
John woke to the vibration against wood. Turning away from the body he is currently curled around he reached for his phone. The name 'Sherlock' lighting up the room. A text.
'Help. Please. At door.'
John was up and moving towards the front room to the door. He sighed of course he would do anything for Sherlock. At first He was surprised with himself that he hadn't gone ahead and married Mary. But when Sherlock showed up again he postponed the marriage to give him time to get a grip on life.
Opening the door John was greeted by Sherlock leaning against the door frame and bleeding, though he was holding his hand against the wound on his stomach.
"Sherlock!" John immediately grabbed his friend and pulled him inside and towards the couch.
"Sorry." Sherlock let a small laugh out.
John's attention was captured by the small laugh before he could stop himself he placed a small kiss against Sherlock's lips, before heading to the bathroom for a washcloth and his medical kit. Upon returning his mind finally caught up with himself and he sighed.
"I guess I should be apologizing. It's not like we used to be."
"No," Sherlock murmured, "I guess not. I should of gone to a hospital."
"No it's fine. I understand the reason why you came here." John finally managed to get out.
A silence fell over them as John set about cleaning the wound and stitching it up. Of course Sherlock was stabbed. A small smile was brought to both men as they realized the irony of it again. The same way the two ended up together to begin with, this wound crossing over the old scar into an 'x'.
"Thank you." Sherlock spoke once John was done. He made to get up.
"No stay here for the night." John finally managed to say.
"But Mary..."
"It will be okay." John sighed the urge to kiss the man in front of him again was growing.
"John," John looked up at Sherlock, his perfect lips parted, John knew he was growing weak again.
Closing the gap John placed another kiss. This one Sherlock seemed to be ready for as he leaned forward to slid his hand into John's hair and deepening the kiss. Breaking the kiss first John leaned their foreheads against each other.
"I'm not over you yet." John finally managed to say.
"And I you." Sherlock whispered back, placing a last kiss before John stood and went back to bed.
The next morning Mary was watching her sleeping fiancé. She knew Sherlock had come over last night, she too had heard the vibration. Standing in the doorway a few seconds longer she made her way to the kitchen, only stopping to look at Sherlock who was sitting up his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry for intruding Mary. Please tell John thank you again." Sherlock stood up and left.
A couple days passed before John's phone rang. Sherlock's ringtone. John looked over at his phone as he pulled Mary closer. Guilt eating him up but also the need to check on his friend weighed heavy on him, the need for danger spiking his adrenalin.
"Go have your happy ending, John." Mary smiled at him.
"Thank you." John placed a quick kiss upon her forehead and was gone.
A quick text later Mary smiled looking outside.
'Take care of him. -MM'
A month later Mary was walking through the park, when she spotted John and Sherlock walking side by side holding hands. She smiled at them, though she loved John and he loved her, she would never be able to replace Sherlock. She could handle being their best friend and number one supporter.