It was John who stepped back from their first kiss, his blue eyes bright and hopeful.
"You were saying you knew where the smugglers are meeting?"
Sherlock nodded, swallowing hard and resisting the urge to trace his fingers over his swollen mouth. He could still taste John, like warm tea and honey.
"Well genius lead the way."
"Right, as I was saying-" Sherlock pushed the scrambled chaos into a locked room of his mind palace. He would return to it later right now he needed to focus.
He wanted to finish quickly so he could perhaps test his newly formed theories about John's actions.
So caught up in the chase Sherlock missed the trip wire, however John was quick to push him out of the deafening blast, the rain stopped, but Sherlock still was shivering due to his damp clothes.
There was a heavy weight on him, and a warm stickiness soaking through his thin button up.
"John!" Sherlock pushed his friend, his love, from him gently. Coughing as the smoke cleared. There was no response, "John, I've got you." John was hurt, the back of his head bleeding, something had struck John in the explosion. Sherlock cradled Johns head in his lap fumbling for his nearly dead mobile. John had shielded Sherlock and now, now John was bleeding.