Aubade was dangerous, Lestrade had told them as such. She was an assassin and had been trained by the best.

She had also been paid to kill Mycroft.

Sherlock had only taken the case because John had asked him and they were being paid to keep an eye on her.

Bloody hell, John didn't even know how they had expected that to work out.

Anyway, they were currently dashing around back alleys of London and John had a massive knife slash across his chest and stomach.

"Sherlock..." He wheezed. The consulting detective stopped and turned, his coat flapping.

"John, now is-" he ended in a gasp. John was leaning on the wall, his hand trying to cover up his wound. He had been slashed a full eight minutes ago, when Sherlock had been momentarily unconscious. She had throw a knife at him and ran out. Sherlock had gotten up seconds later and tore after her. He hadn't seen it.

"John!" Sherlock ran over as John slumped to the ground.

"John, John it's okay. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Sherlock..." He gasped again, reaching a blood soaked hand up to his friends chest.

"Go after her. I'm... I'm useless... You can get her..."

Sherlock whipped his scarf off and pressed it to John's wound.

"It's okay. I'm not leaving. Shush, it's okay."

John coughed. He couldn't breath. Not properly.

Sherlock dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Still holding John, he dialled a number.

"Hello, I need an ambulance. My friend was stabbed... He's losing blood... He's conscious. In the alley on Walters street. Please be quick."

He hung up and left the phone at his side.

He got his hand under John and pushed him back, his hand cradling his head.

John's eyes half closed.

"Sherlock. I'm sorry. I should've been care-"

"Shut up. I'm the one who went in without checking and I should've been watching you."

John gasped in another breath and rattled it out again.

Sherlock buried his head into John' shoulder, his heart was breaking.

"Sherl..." Rasped John and his eyes fluttered closed.

"John? John!" Sherlock shook his friend.

His breath was fading, his blood oozing out rather than gushing.

Tears streamed down his face.

"John, John... Please."

He could hear his heart beating, faster than John's groggy one.

John gasped suddenly, his eyes flying open.

Where was Sherlock?

The pain in his chest was too much to sit up, but as his head cleared a bit from the pain, he realised there was a folded coat under his head and a scarf on his chest.

"Is this what it felt like? For you? When I- Oh God, John I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

GUESS WHO HAS FREAKING TICKETS FOR DAN AND PHIL'S TOUR?

YUS THAT'S RIGHT!

I'm sorry I've not been on, but on my story Destiel Meetings I explained. I went to a camp, got stuck 10 feet above the ground on a zip wire, freaked someone out by making a Supernatural reference (Becky and Sam, where Becky kidnapped Sam) and overdosed on Vanilla Coke and chocolate spread.

All in all, it was fun.

Song of the day: Safe and Sound, by Capital Cities.

What's your favourite song?

Hope you had a better day than me (accidently showed up to school 20 mins late...)

Fez.