a/n: First fanfic thought i should start with some Johnlock fluff. Wont get into it straight away, I want to set the scene a bit first.
Sherlock hated hospitals, in fact he loathed them. Why do they ask so many questions its not like they care. Luckily he had only come to pick up john. After his second tour of duty he had been shot, again.
"I'm here to pick up Doctor John Watson" Sherlock sighed, even though he hated to admit it he had been very upset at finding out that John had been shot. He was nervous, he had been told what happened but he didn't know if he could handle seeing him so soon.
"follow me through he should be ready to go"
They walked onto a ward, straight away Sherlock could see his friend. He looked vulnerable and sick, he was still getting his shirt on. Sherlock could see the bandage round his chest as he buttoned up his shirt.
"Right your free to go once you sign the discharge papers" the doctor chuckled, he was friendly too friendly for Sherlock's liking.
"OK, uh Sherlock hey... you ready to take me home" John croaked, just noticing Sherlock standing at his side.
"Yeah, Mrs Hudson is making your bed but I made a bed on the sofa if you want to sleep there. I'll be able to keep an eye on you there"
John signed the paper, threw the pen and paper on the nurses station desk.
"Right lets go"john winced, he collapsed backwards and Sherlock caught him.
"OK, I called us a taxi. It should be here" Sherlock said supporting John as they walked to the taxi.
Sherlock helped john into the cab. When they got home Sherlock carried his friend up thee stairs and onto his sofa, putting a pillow behind his head and covered him with a blanket. Mrs Hudson walked in, he explained what was going on that John was staying on the sofa well for now and that she could go.
"John... do you want anything to eat ?" Sherlock shouted from their kitchen.
"If you will eat too"John smiled he knew exactly what he was doing.
Sherlock cursed John. He knew that John needed to eat if he wanted to have any energy to recover. That meant Sherlock had to eat, to be truthful he hadn't eaten since he was told about John's injury. He was worried, scared even that only persons Sherlock trusted and truly cared for could have died and that fact alone made Sherlock wonder more than anything. He had never cared before what changed ? Why this man ? Why now ? In all honesty how could he know, he was supposedly heartless with no feelings he had started to believe it until now.
"What are you thinking about Sherlock" John said grabbing the kitchen work top.
"How did you know i'd been thinking ? You should have stayed on the sofa i don't want you to get hurt" Sherlock sounded deeply concerned for his friend.
"You have been out of it for over an hour and i didn't get an answer. are you going to eat ?"
"Fine, i will order us a Chinese" Sherlock grabbed John put his arm on his back and helped him back to the sofa.
Sherlock and John ate. Well John ate more he was starving after having to suffer hospital food. John felt weak and vulnerable, but he also felt safe with Sherlock. He got up and helped is friend clear up still wobbly on his feet so Sherlock kept a close eye on him, this didn't go unnoticed by John. Did the great Sherlock Holmes care about a normal person like John, it would b a surprise if he cared about anyone at all. But this was Sherlock everything he did surprised John not that it was a bad thing, it made things exciting maybe it allured him to Sherlock more. He had wanted to kill Sherlock before, maybe not literally but he could be so annoying. Playing his violin at all hours of the night, but he couldn't think that his life would be half as good without him. Sherlock meant the world to him it was the closest thing to family he had, He hated his parents hadn't spoken to them in years. Harry well he had fallen out with her, she had a new girl friend who didn't approve of him.
Sherlock was recovering but the unknown danger before John had returned was unknown to everyone. Sherlock had one of his "danger nights" as Mycroft called them when he had herd that John was shot he sunk into a dark place. He hadn't taken illegal drugs in years, but he had changed that. The night he found out he took cocaine (his drug of choice).
"Sherlock you didn't... Did you ?" John asked, he seemed genuinely worried.
"What ? hat did I do ?" had he figured out it was the last thing he needed to be worrying about his sociopath drug addict flat mate.
"You know what I'm talking about Holmes. But I mean the drugs. You took drugs didn't you" John shouted
"n-n-n-no" Sherlock couldn't bring himself to lie.
"OK, so you did. Just tell m the truth"John put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder.
"I'm sorry John, I'm so sorry. I had to nothing else could take the edge off"Sherlock could feel the tears welling up in his eyes threatening to fall.
"It's OK to have bad days, it's OK to feel sad" Sherlock felt the tears stream down his face, it burned. He had held back these tears for years he wanted to stop them, but he couldn't. He couldn't stop them, tears fell down his face.
John pulled him in and hugged him. He had expected Sherlock to instantly pull away wipe the tears away and pretend it didn't happen, but he didn't that shocked both of them. John knew this was bad really bad. He had never seen Sherlock so upset in his life. Sherlock nestled his head into John's chest, he winced with pain but both he and Sherlock ignored it. He looked up at John he was almost lying on his lap. John wiped Sherlock's tear stained face, and kissed him on the forehead.
"Sherlock go to sleep now" John hushed him, pulled the blanket over both of them and they went to sleep.
a/n: please review i would love to know what the fandom world thinks of my fanfic. thank you to my good friend coolerthanyouatleast who help inspire me with her creativity and genius. Tell me if i should continue this or not i dont expect to have many people interested in my story this is my first one and i would apreciate any feedback good or bad.
