Brevity on Baker Street

Summary: A series of 221B drabbles of all genres, featuring a lot of John and Sherlock banter, bickering, berating, bemusement, and bromance. With occasional appearances by everyone else. Spanning all seasons, with mostly canon pairings/romantic interests and hints of up-to-your-imagination Johnlock throughout.

A/N: Found out what 221B drabbles were and decided that sounded fun. What a nice way to challenge myself and keep creative juices flowing while adding some ficlets to the fandom. This one doesn't have a preconceived ending and after the first wave of brain bursts, probably won't be updated regularly, only as inspiration comes. Any B-word suggestions or requests are welcome though!

"I'd do it all again, Sherlock," says John, staunching the flow of blood from his chest as best he can with his own hand. He's half rambling but words have never been more important. He wants to give Sherlock as many of them as he can; he knows what it's like to lose someone without any answers or assurances. "I just want you to know that. I'd be your best friend and have these adventures and – even if this is where it ends, I'd do it all again in a heartbeat. You said I saved you. You saved me too. Please remember that."

"Shut up, John!" Sherlock roars as John is loaded onto the ambulance. "You are not dying. You are not."

John loses consciousness at just that moment, and Sherlock's words die in his throat.

Later, in the hospital, John awakens to one of the worst sights he's ever seen: Sherlock Holmes smirking, the smuggest he's ever been.

"I told you that you weren't dying."

The realization hits then. If he's not dead, he may have just made the most embarrassingly sentimental admission of anyone, ever. "Oh God, I'm in hell, aren't I?"

"A bullet misses his heart by a solid inch and John Watson thinks he's dying. And you say I'm the drama queen?"

John's cheeks begin to burn.