I was planning on uploading this before, however I did my DofE this weekend and didn't get a chance! I'm absolutely exhausted and I can't walk, but its all worth it! Thank you to Vidgealz C Valvatore and Cati3M! Anyway, enjoy and please review! x

"He'll see sense won't he, I mean, he's just in shock right, he wouldn't really…" The detective trailed off as we stood in the white corridor of the hospital.

"I don't know what I'd do without him. Greg I… I…" I began to sob into the other man's shoulder.

"I know you do. It's a difficult business you know, being in love with a Holmes." Greg said softly, he didn't seem put off at all to have me crying on him.

"How long did it take you to realise?"

"Mycroft and I had been together for 6 months. At first it had just been about sex. If I'm honest, he would turn up at mine or I would turn up at his after a hard day and then we would just leave. There was no real emotion involved, but as time went on, we'd stay a little longer, just to be in one another's company until we were with each other for days on end and that's when I realised. When I told him I thought he'd run a mile but instead he smiled and kissed me. It took him a while but he did say it and now here we are." Lestrade explained.

"I don't think Sherlock will ever feel the same way." I whispered sadly.

"When I got together with Mycroft I felt exactly the same way, but look at us now. We are hopelessly in love with one another and- John, can you keep something a secret?"

"Of course."

"I'm going to propose to him. I was going to take him out tonight and ask him to marry me but when I arrived at his, he was in tears after having just come off the phone from you."

"Congratu-" But I was cut off by the sounds off Mycroft and Sherlock fighting from inside the room.

Lestrade and I ran into the room to find Sherlock pinned on the floor, Mycroft trying to prise a scalpel from his grip as he held the younger sibling to the floor.

"Press the panic button!" Mycroft said as he finally took the scalpel away and handed it to Lestrade.

Almost immediately, a group of nurses came running in and one of them injected a sedative into Sherlock's arm. The three of us left the room as a barely conscious Sherlock was placed back into his bed.

"What the hell happened?" Greg asked as soon as we shut the door behind us. He placed his hand on Mycroft's face and stroked the red mark on his cheek with his thumb.

"He tried to kill himself. He said that he didn't want chemo because he had nothing to live for and he wasn't prepared to go through what our father went through for nothing." Mycroft said, tears in his eyes.

"But what about…" I said, coming to the realisation that Sherlock really didn't know.

"He said that you would never forgive him for what he did."

"John, you have to tell him. If you don't want us to lose him then you have to tell him how you feel, make him realise that he has you." Greg told me. He was right.

I hugged Greg in thanks and entered the private room where Sherlock lay, barely awake.

"He'll come round properly in a few minutes but he won't be strong enough to get up properly for a few hours. I'll leave you two to talk, however I must inform you that Psych will be down to make an assessment in the morning, but for now, try to talk to him. This is his only hope of survival." Jo placed a comforting hand on my arm. "I need to go see my other patients, but I've had a word with the Director of Surgery who has agreed to let you stay in one of the on call rooms. You've got about an hour before Sherlock will be forced to sleep so try and wrap it up by then." I didn't even notice her leave after checking his obs.

I sat myself beside him, watching over him, guarding him, protecting him from harm.

"I love you so much Sherlock, why can't you see that?" I whispered, half to myself.

"See what?" Crooked the detective, coming round from the slumber that had been forced upon him.

"Why Sherlock, why?" I sighed, looking at him sadly, trying toconceal my pity so that he wouldn't push me away.

"Because I can't. Not alone, with nothing waiting for me if I do make it." Sherlock said calmly, looking at the door to most likely avoid making any eye contact.

"Nothing waiting for you? What do you think I'd be doing Sherlock? Off gallivanting around the world whilst you suffer through your chemo?" I said angrily, my hurt coming out in the worst possible way.

"You know that's not what I meant. But I have nothing to fight for and nobody to fight for me."

"You have me." I said simply.

"Not like that I don't." He replied, finally look at me straight in the eyes.

"Like what?" I replied, my heart beating faster and faster as his eyes bore into me like daggers.

"You know what."

"Yes, I do. And I want you to know that you have me in every way." He gasped slightly." You always have and you always will." I whispered, taking his hand in mine.

"Really?" He questioned, I could tell that he wasn't quite sure if he believed what his ears were telling him.

"Really." I confirmed, putting my free hand on the side of his face and kissing him gently.

We pulled apart and he looked at me and smiled, tears streaming down his face, a small sob escaping his lips. I kissed him again, this time for longer, almost as a way of telling him that I wasn't going to leave him. I tangled my fingers in his hair, playing with the messy ringlets as he placed one hand on my chest, feeling my heart beating rapidly. When we pulled apart again, Sherlock dissolved into a sobbing mess that apart from last night, I'd never dreamed that I'd ever see him like.

"Please don't leave me." He wept, the guilt that overcame me for not making my feelings clear from the start, reduced me to silent tears.

"Never." I said after what felt like forever. "Move over."

I climbed in beside him, letting him rest his head upon my chest as our hands entwined without a second thought.

Sherlock moved his mouth up to my ear, his soft breath upon my face sent quivers down my spine. "I love you John." He said in a barely audible whisper.

"I love you too." I said looking into his haunted grey eyes, the mysterious pools drawing me closer and closer until our lips were together once again.

"Is this enough for you to have waiting for you?" I pondered allowed as we broke apart.

"Most definitely."

"Prove it." I said, moving him off me before getting off the bed and walking over to the table where the consent forms for chemotherapy lay. I handed them to him, kissing him softly on the head and walking to the door. "No matter what your decision, I'll be here for you. But if you accept the treatment then we could have the rest of our lives together. I'm not allowed to stay in your room overnight, but I've done my best and they're allowing me to sleep in the on call room as I'm a doctor. If you need anything, press the button above your head. Goodnight love."

And then I left.

Please review!