Hey Everyone.

This is my first fanfic. Yay! The story line seems it bit slow at the moment but give me a couple of chapters and i'll throw our favourite consulting detective and doctor into an awesome plot.

This chapter is rather short and mainly focused on the pool incident.

Oh and snaps for sir arthur doyle for creating such fantastic chracters and storylines and the bbc for bringing sherlock back to life. Sadly I don't own the show, books or the characters but I love writing stories about them. Blah Blah Blah you get the point.

Hope you enjoy it.

With the coat strapped with explosives off I could feel my heart drumming in my head. Adrenaline sprinting through my vains. My heart hadn't beated that fast since my days in Afghanistan, leaning up against the wall I tried to catch my breath. Jim Moriarty had made a dramatic exit, wait he was dramatic full stop. Boasting about his achievements like he was reciting a monologue, he certainly wasn't modest.

And I thought Sherlock was bad.

That horrible familiar feeling came over me as his voice echoed in my ear. He was back, and I feared for Sherlock's life. I could die and it wouldn't matter but Sherlock if he died then I don't know what Scotland Yard, what the world would do without him. I would die for Sherlock like I would for anyone, anything that has ever meant something to me.

" Sorry Boys… I'm So Changeable! It is a weakness with me, but to refer to myself, it is my only weakness".

" You can't be allowed to continue, you just can't. I would try to convince, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind"

Sherlock's head turned to me and I knew what he was going to do. We both nodded in agreement.

"Probably my answer has already crossed yours"

Sherlock held the gun steadily as he pointed it at the coat lying helplessly on the floor. Waiting for Moriarty to say something, anything. For once Moriarty was silent.

A clown like grin remaining fixed on Jim's Face

A loud boom replaced the heartbeat pulsing in the head. I covered my ears.

All I could think about was to check if Sherlock was all right. That was all that mattered

Then everything went black.

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" John? John?"
I could hear Sherlock's voice. It was softer than usual. Thank God he was alive.

" John wake up! You're having a nightmare"

A shadow of a man loomed over my bed.

My eyes opened and meet worried ones that were usually stone cold.
Sherlock sat on a chair next to John's bed, sighing with relief.

" You Ok?"

" Yeah… I'm Fine"

I lied back falling into the cushions letting myself relax and think things over. We did escape the pool after all, I was in hospital remember. Stupid John.

" What did you have a nightmare about?"

" The Pool."

Sherlock smiled with satisfaction and left my bedroom.

" I thought so, Cup of tea?" Sherlock called to me down the hallway.

He seemed to be a lot more considerate of me after the pool incident, as far as considerate goes with Sherlock, he still stares at the wall and doesn't breath a word for days on end. But he (as weird as it sounds) cares a bit more than he used too.

I grinned to myself, and pulled on one of my favourite jumpers.

" That would be great". I replied smiling.

A/N - And there you go! I probabally should go into more detail about what happened in the pool but I might save that for a later chapter.

Will be updating reguarly unless the evil elves in my brain give me writers block.

Oh and I would absolutely love it if you review and give me feedback. Good or Bad. There's always room for improvement.

Thanks for reading. :)

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