The Curious case of John Watson
Chp 1
Second fanfic, hope you like it!
"Where is he? What have you done with him?"
If Lestrade hadn't known better he would have said Sherlock Holmes sounded panicked, worried even. He had known the man for over 6 years however and had seen him smile at some of the most gruesome corpses. It was unlikely he was at all affected by the man's condition or where-abouts, even if he was his flat mate. This was probably some sort of mind game he would never understand (or try) because there was no way he would ever wrap his head around the enigma that is Sherlock Holmes.
"He's in the hospital, same as you; just down the hall…can you tell me what happened? Since, you know, you decided to wait until the last possible second to text me."
Sherlock seemed to stiffen at the word hospital and looked around…anxiously? No, probably just irritated.
"I was knocked unconscious…John threw me out of the lab and my head hit the ground…"
Sherlock ghosted his fingers over the mentioned injury.
"Yeah, yeah, we found you in the corridor out cold. Looked like some sort of explosion went off inside, you know what caused it?"
Sherlock's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and Lestrade was beginning to get the distinct feeling that the man may have actually been concerned.
"Must have been the chemical…they were using a highly unstable chemical in the hopes of producing ESP in their test subjects. Of course such a thing can be done but the test subjects had been taken against their will, that's why we were there…you said you found me in the corridor…where did you find John?"
Lestrade could see that same sort of panic from before. He shuffled uncomfortably as Sherlock looked on from his bed. The man's stare was the most intense Lestrade had ever seen it. For a moment he wondered what it was about John that had done this to the man. Sherlock was now clearly upset and Lestrade could no longer deny that it seemed far too real to be just some mind game.
"We found him inside…his head crashed into one of the computer monitors…from the looks of it he was trying to cover the explosion with-with his body-"
"Idiot!"
"Sherlock! What he did was noble and brave, if he hadn't who knows how many of patients may have been further exposed, or hit with the explosion!"
Sherlock's head snapped to attention. He eyed Lestrade dangerously and lifted himself out of bed.
"What are the extent of his injuries detective inspector?"
Lestrade audibly swallowed and took a step back. He'd faced down killers before but Christ there was something terrifying about the look in those eyes.
"He…he has a major concussion obviously, um, a lot of gashes from the glass…burns from the explosion…he's pretty banged up."
"Yes, Lestrade, thank you for putting in so eloquently. Well…you're right, at least it was just John. Ordinary little John who's life is so meaningless you detective inspector would offer him up for martyr hood at a seconds notice!"
At that Sherlock stormed our of his room no doubt in search of John. It was also then that Lestrade realized that the detective had fallen head over heals for that small army doctor and wondered whether, for once, he had deduced something before the great Sherlock Holmes.
Short I know, but the next one should be up super soon…probably with in the next hour or so if I can manage. Hope you liked!
