Sorry for taking so long to post this, this is the second to last chapter and there may be a sequel depending on how much positive reviews come in. I will warn sherlock and John finally get it on and there is some heartache.
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Chapter 4: Act 3
When he arrived Lestrade didn't even have to ask where Sherlock and his brother were by the sound of the yelling coming from the back garden and a constant bark of a large dog. Walking around the side of the mansion Greg spotted Mycroft yelling at his bodyguards with threats to have them deported from the country. "I see I came at just the right time, what's going on here and how can I be of any help?" he asked noticing Sherlock and John standing aside holding back a Doberman Pinscher that continued to bark and lunge. "Odin, Heel!" Mycroft yelled in an authoritative tone causing the dog to quiet and sit on its haunches.
"Ren is missing, I know who took him Koe Li Song he's someone from Ren's past you have to find them," Mycroft ordered worried about his fiancée and their unborn children. "How would I go about finding them? This seems like a job more for your brother than me," Lestrade remarked truly at a loss. "You must forgive him brother he's not as quick witted as we are," Sherlock remarked speaking up from across the patio area. Mycroft looked at his brother with a fire in his eyes. "Shut up Sherlock you insufferably annoying twit, if you hadn't told Ren about his condition he wouldn't have been out here to get kidnapped," Mycroft yelled storming over to his brother getting ready to punch him again.
Jumping in between the brothers John threw his hand out keeping Mycroft away from his little brother. "I felt he had a need to know that you were not going to tell him about the danger of his pregnancy," Sherlock said taking a step forward so his chest was against John's back. "I was going to tell him in private of course you like to be the one to ruin everyone's life brother…once this is all over you're on your own, I'm done protecting you and funding you," Mycroft growled as he grabbed Odin's leash and stormed away. "I never asked for your help in the first place Mycroft," Sherlock yelled at his brother in annoyance and grabbed John's hand and stalked in the opposite direction only to stop when John put his weight into holding the younger man back.
"Sherlock you are not running away from this, this is your family… your brother and the man he loves and their children…and right now you and Mycroft are both being insufferable twits you have to realize he's scared his family is missing," John argued. At a loss for words Sherlock released John's hand and huffed like a temperamental child and sat on the ground as he tried to think of a way to locate Ren without his cell phone.
Opening his eyes slowly Ren moved his hand to head and rubbed the headache away. Sitting up slowly he looked around the room and noticed the décor had a heavy Korean influence, feeling his pulse rise Ren struggled to get out of bed and walked over to the window and looked out and instantly he gave a sigh of relief that he was still in London. I must be in the Korean Embassy… Ren thought as he walked over to the door and tried to open it only to find it locked. Looking around the room for a phone Ren cursed lightly when he saw the dock for a cordless phone but no phone. Feeling his emotions starting to bubble over Ren looked up when he heard the click of the lock and the creak as the door open revealing Koe in an expensive suit.
"Koe, I had a feeling you were behind this, when Mycroft finds me you're going to regret kidnapping me," Ren said trying to keep himself from shaking. Clicking his tongue Koe chuckled. "By the time he figures it out we're going to be home where you belong," Koe said as he moved forward and grab Ren's arm tightly. "I am home… I'm a British citizen, I have been for the last two years and this is kidnapping and forced imprisonment," Ren said his voice raising as he pulled his arm free.
Moving into Ren's personal space Koe smirked. "You're going to come back with me and marry me or I will destroy Mycroft Holmes' political career," he warned his smirk growing larger. Breathing heavy Ren spit in the other man's face only to be backhanded hard enough to make him see stars. Whimpering Ren took a step back and took in a shuddering breath. "I'd rather die than marry you," Ren remarked keeping his distance. "What about your babies…those innocent lives, would you destroy them before they have a chance to live?" Koe asked with a smirk.
Moving a hand onto his stomach Ren rubbed over the kicking babies. "Mycroft will find us…" he said softly as he sunk to his knees and cried. "He'll find us, he loves us…" Ren mumbled as he feared being taken back to Korea against his will. Feeling a hand on his shoulder Ren tried to shrug it off and found his captor wasn't letting go of his shoulder. "Sweet naïve Ren you're never going to leave here without me, we're leaving for the airport in twenty minutes," Koe said as he finally let go and walked out of the room and locked the door behind him.
Moving so he was sitting against the bed Ren stroked the apex of his swell and sang softly to his children. "Your daddy, Uncle Sherlock and Uncle John are going to find us I promise and everything is going to be alright," Ren said softly as he tried not to cry despite the hormones rushing through him.
Sherlock took in one last deep breath and opened his eyes after being in his mind palace and looked at John and Lestrade who had taken to sitting on the stone bench that wrapped around the trunk of a tree. Ignoring the two men sitting there Sherlock rushed inside and found his brother pacing in the kitchen holding onto a bottle of scotch. "How well do you know the ambassador of Korea?" Sherlock asked standing by the island counter.
"Not very well, I met him once at a gala Ren was a translator for me of course since the ambassador's English was still weak then," Mycroft said taking another drink from the bottle.
Smirking Sherlock felt a plan forming in his head. "Well you're about to meet him again," Sherlock said before he took off before Mycroft could ask him what his plan was to get into the embassy. Putting the bottle down on the counter Mycroft went outside and looked at John and Lestrade. "I have a feeling my brother is about to do something that is going to give me a migraine or a heart attack I'm not quite sure yet," he remarked rubbing his forehead hard enough to leave a red mark.
John sighed and got up from the bench and walked off knowing that Sherlock would need his help before stopping and looking at Mycroft. "Mind if I borrow your dog?" he asked coming up with his own plan to keep Sherlock out of too much trouble. Nodding Mycroft whistled summoning Odin to him. "Odin also knows Ren's scent he'll be able to help you, the elder Holmes said as he grabbed the leash off the bench and handed it to John. "Greg could you give me a ride to the city, you can drop us off about a block away from the embassy," John said as he followed his good friend to his car.
"So this is a first you coming up with a plan, which better work with the risk of getting dog drool on my seats," Lestrade remarked as Odin panted in the back seat. John looked over his shoulder at the dog and smirked. "It's an oldie, I'm going to pretend that Sherlock and I lost our dog and I just hope I can beat him to the embassy and get him to play along," John said as they arrived a block away from the embassy in a parking lot behind a row of buildings. Walking down the alley he headed down the street. Spotting the familiar mop of hair John hung back a moment as he watched Sherlock trying to get onto the embassy property. Hurrying his step he came up beside Sherlock.
"Don't worry Sherlock I finally caught him, sorry… we've been chasing our dog around for the last hour… the bugger keeps slipping his collar," John said as he reached over and grabbed Sherlock's hand. "Come on Sher…we've got tea with my mum in twenty," John said finally using the common misconception of him and Sherlock to his advantage. Catching on to the plan Sherlock pouted and turned to John so he was looking in his eyes and his mouth was turned away from the guard. "But John I don't want to, I just want to spend the day with you," Sherlock said as he watched the front door out of the corner of his eye and slid the leash from John's hand into his, seeing the front door open he gave a small smirk. "Odin, seek Ren," Sherlock commanded low enough for the dog to hear as the leash 'accidently' slipped out of his hand.
John pulled his gaze from Sherlock and watched the large dog disappear into the embassy before anyone could stop him. "Not again…I am so sorry… he's not usually so badly behaved," John said trying to get closer only to have the two guards stop him as he tried to continue to get past letting Sherlock slip in unnoticed. Walking down the strangely empty halls Sherlock followed the sound of dog nails clicking on the wood floors and up a flight of stairs. Moving swiftly Sherlock nearly tripped over his brother's dog as he lay down in front of a door and began to whine.
"Brilliant dog…" Sherlock mumbled as he grabbed the door handle and found it locked, cursing that he left his lock picks at home Sherlock knew that he was running out of time. Shooing Odin from in front of the door he gathered his strength and put a full forced kick against the door and felt an intense pain shoot up his leg. Cringing he took a deep breath and did it again trying to ignore the pain as the oak door cracked. Putting his foot back down on the floor he nearly fell from the pain in his ankle. Bracing his hand against the wall Sherlock bit his lip hard as he placed one more kick and heard the door crack again door swung open. Falling forward from the door giving way he grit his teeth in pain as his knees hit the hard wood floor.
"Sherlock, are you mad?" Ren squeaked out as he moved over from beside the bed and helped his future brother in law sit up. Sherlock chuckled as he ignored the throbbing in his ankle as Odin came over and licked his face. "We should get out of here before someone-"Sherlock stopped when he heard the click of a gun cocking. "Shite" he mumbled looking over toward the door seeing four guards with guns drawn. Raising his hands in defense that he wasn't a danger Sherlock gave out a chuckle as he tried to analyze how to get out of the situation.
Ren sat back on his legs and held his dog back by his leash. Before he or Sherlock could speak another guard came in with John though the army doctor had his hands behind his back held with a zip tie. Before he could speak he could see the pain etched on Sherlock's face. Moving past the guards John used his body to shield Sherlock as he kneeled down. "Sherlock take your shoe off now, your ankle is swelling," John said in an authoritative tone as he watched the younger man untie and remove his shoe and sock so John could examine it as much as possible.
"Untie me, I'm a doctor and this man needs medical attention," John ordered as he looked over his shoulder with a gaze that screamed he wasn't joking. After a moment John felt the ties being cut away, ignoring his own pain from the plastic chaffing his skin he carefully began to prod the injury feeling for a break. "I can't feel a break but it could mean a fracture of the bone," John said looking up at Sherlock and saw him watching with such intensity that John felt the heat in his cheeks and looked back down at the ankle now resting in his lap.
Setting Sherlock's foot down carefully John stood up and helped Ren off the floor and back onto the bed. "It's not good for you to be sitting on the floor," he said stepping away and looking at the guards. "I would like to speak with the ambassador about you keeping a pregnant British citizen, an injured man and a decorated army veteran here against their will," John said taking on an air of being in charge. The guards stood silently their guns still drawn. After a couple seconds Ren tried to translate for them men but they held their ground their guns still pointed at John and Sherlock.
"They're not going to listen to any of you, you see they only listen to the ambassador and his family," Koe remarked as he walked in and waved the guards off and watched as they walked away. "Oh no…" Ren remarked realizing that the ambassador wasn't going to be an ally. "That's right; now let's go our private jet is waiting. I've spoken to your parents they can't wait to see you again," Koe remarked as he side stepped Sherlock and John and held a hand out Ren only to see him look away. "Either you come with me or I'll have those two and that mutt shot dead," he growled leaning into Ren's personal space. Getting up with help Ren looked over at John. "Please take care of those two, and don't let Mycroft blame himself please," Ren requested softly as he was pulled from the room at a quick pace.
Holding in all his tears Ren allowed himself to be dragged into the waiting car before it took off through the city before they hit the major highways. Not bothering to look up Ren stared at his lap as they. When they arrived at the arrived at Biggin Hill Airport Koe grabbed Ren's arm and pulled him from the car onto the tarmac where the jet was waiting. Climbing the stairs into the jet Ren pulled away and sat in one of the plush leather seats while Koe sat in the seat beside him. As the jet took off Ren looked out the window to get one last look at England.
After three minutes in the air the plane began to descend toward a golf course before landing on the soft grass. Koe jumped up from his seat and made his way to the cabin door banging on it with all his force. "Why are we landing here…? I'll have your head for this," He roared. When the door opened he stepped back at the sight of a Glock seventeen in his face and a man he didn't recognize standing in front of him. "Who the hell are you?" Koe demanded looking at the man in front of him holding a gun in his face still.
"Staff Sergeant Sherrinford Holmes of the British Armed Forces and Ministry of Defense Special Forces at your service," Sherrinford remarked with a chuckle as he looked over Koe's shoulder at Ren. "Mycroft should be outside with the rest of my squad, why don't you be a lamb and scurry off," he said watching as the jet door opened and the retractable stairs lowered. Making his way off the jet Ren saw six men dressed in combat gear with their side arms at the ready and Mycroft standing in the middle. Moving down the stairs with help from one of the unknown men Ren moved as quickly as he could into Mycroft's arms. "How did you know where I was?" he asked staying in Mycroft's arms.
Mycroft chuckled and slipped his hand into Ren's hoodie pocket and pulled Sherlock's mobile out. "My brother slipped you his phone and called me moments after on John's telling me what he did…I made a judgment call and phoned my youngest brother and he and his special forces squad moved in what I must admit is record time," Mycroft said as he looked back up at the private jet as Sherrinford came out behind Koe who led the way with the youngest Holmes' gun in his back.
Handing his prisoner over to his men Sherrinford put his sidearm away and went over to his brother. "I must say Mycroft you really like to cut things close, your just lucky we happened to be in the area… you must be Ren, I've heard vague things about you… it helps to have connections that Mycroft and Sherlock don't even know about," Sherrinford said as he casually put his arms over his chest. Mycroft looked at his brother and huffed. "Yes well it's not like I planned this little brother…I don't mean to be rude but I'm taking Ren home now I'm sure now that he knows of your existence you'll be invited over soon…especially now that Sherlock is staying for the foreseeable future," Mycroft said in a bored tone.
"Flat unlivable again I take it… well that's what you get for being the oldest and caring for him like you do, don't worry I've got holiday time soon I'll be sure to make good use of it, ta for now brother dear… Ren," Sherrinford said giving a nod as he looked at his men. "Alright let's get this jet out of here and get his man where he belongs," he ordered as his men moved with grace and speed.
Letting his youngest brother take control Mycroft led his fiancée away from the golf course to the waiting town car. "I have been instructed by John to take you home and get you into bed so you can rest, he says the stress you have been under today is not good for your pregnancy and for the rest of the day you're to not be stressed, I know you must have a lot of questions and I promise to answer them once John has cleared you once he and Sherlock return from the hospital, apparently my brother gave himself a hairline fracture and must have his leg in plaster for a few weeks… of course he's throwing a tantrum already," Mycroft said as he kept Ren close the whole ride back home.
When the car pulled up to the mansion Ren smiled when he saw Odin sitting by the front door with Lawrence. Getting out of the car first Mycroft helped Ren out and into the house and up the stairs to their room. "I'm going to let you rest for a while, I'll be back to check on you later," he said making his way to the door.
"Actually Mycroft…do you mind staying, I don't want to be alone right now…" Ren said his emotions crashing over him as the stress finally fell away. Nodding Mycroft kicked his shoes off and helped Ren with his and his hoodie before climbing onto the bed with the younger man and putting his arms around him. "I've made it perfectly clear at my office that I would not be reachable for two days due to a family emergency. I believe I shall begin working from home more than I have been," Mycroft remarked as he realized how close he came to almost losing Ren and his children. Staying with Ren until he fell asleep, Mycroft slipped from the bed and left the master bedroom.
Walking downstairs to pour himself a drink Mycroft stopped when he saw his youngest bother sitting in his kitchen drinking his alcohol.
"Sherrinford…"
"Mycroft, pretty risky what you did today, how many favors did have to call in or better yet who did you threaten?" Sherrinford asked with a chuckle as he ran his fingers through his short ginger curls.
"That is none of your business, but I will say thank you for working so quickly to help me despite everything in the past," Mycroft remarked as he poured himself a drink and sat across from his brother and sipped the amber liquid.
"Your my brother of course I would help you… in return for my help you have to do something for me…come home for the holidays this year, I spoke with mummy the other day she wants all of us to be there Christmas Eve for dinner. "I won't agree to anything yet, I'll speak with Ren first before calling our parents, I'm sure Sherlock has already planned something to keep himself from going," Mycroft remarked. "Actually John has agreed to go and he's promised to drag Sherlock there, you're the only hold out," Sherrinford said with a laugh.
Getting up from the table Mycroft sighed. "Fine, but because of the timing it would not be wise for Ren to travel he'll be too close to his due date… we'll have the holidays here…I'll even decorate," Mycroft said with an air of disgust in his tone. "My god, did Mycroft Holmes admit he was going to decorate his home to make it more festive for the holidays... I think I may be sleeping because this clearly is a dream," Sherrinford said with a chuckle seeing how he had riled his brother up. Mycroft pursed his lips before setting his glass down with a heavy thunk on the wood surface. "Amusing…if your done mocking I'm going to my study, I take it you're going to stay for a while… well make yourself useful and find out how that man found out where I live, I make sure to keep my private life very private," Mycroft said as he left the kitchen Odin following him from his dog bed in the corner of the room.
Sherlock groaned as John helped him from the taxi and up the stairs of their Baker street home. "I will admit Sherlock what you did for Ren and your brother today was very nice," John said as he helped Sherlock to his bedroom just beyond the kitchen. "Yes but at what cost John… I'm stuck here in this boring flat for weeks with this plaster on my leg and I'm already bored…."Sherlock whined with a pout. John rolled his eyes and stood by the side of the bed and leaned over to help Sherlock fluff the pillow. "Bored or not Sherlock you did a very noble thing today, how would you like something to eat or drink?" John offered hoping he could get Sherlock to eat as he shucked off his coat and brought it to the kitchen and hung it on the rack before returning to Sherlock's bedroom. "I'm not hungry…I'm bored… bored… bored… bor-" Sherlock was cut off from his ranting by John putting a hand over his mouth. Deciding to be devious Sherlock licked the open palm over his mouth even getting the tip of his tongue between two of John's fingers.
Pulling his hand away quickly and blushing John stumbled forward when Sherlock pulled him onto the bed covering him with his body. "Sherlock what are you doing?" John asked as he felt the younger man pull him closer and kiss him. Feeling his carnal urges building John tried hard to resist the fact that Sherlock's lips seemed to be the softest he ever felt against his. Giving a soft moan John broke the kiss and looked down at the younger man. "Sherlock…" he mumbled softly as they began to kiss again only to have them break once more when John pulled away to clear his head.
"What was that all about?" John asked feeling like he was missing something. Sherlock chuckled "For a man who claims adamantly not to be gay you seemed to really enjoy kissing me, and judging by natural reactions your body has started to go through maybe we should investigate further," the genius said seeing the quizzical look on the other man's face he chuckled. "Your pupils are blown and your lower anatomy seems to be causing you some discomfort… which I can deduce in the most simplest of terms for you to follow is that you enjoyed that immensely and you want to shag me into this bed," Sherlock remarked sitting up quickly with one leg bent causing John to lose his balance and his lower half to end up pressed against his flat mate's. Unprepared for the feeling Sherlock gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure and lost the will to hold himself up. Throwing his hand out John noticed how close he and Sherlock were again.
"Sherlock you realize if we do this we can never go back to the way we were…" John said unsure of how to proceed. "I realize that John, if I didn't then I wouldn't have grabbed you and kissed you," Sherlock said calmly as his tone began say that he was bored and losing interest. John felt his pride take a hard hit when he heard the tone at the edge of Sherlock's voice. Giving a light growl John swooped down and kissed Sherlock in a hard and bruising kiss. Moaning hard in the kiss Sherlock was taken aback by the other man's forwardness when he felt a hand move down his chest. "Mm… John…" Sherlock mumbled trying to keep a level head.
Working Sherlock's clothes off quickly John looked at the pale bare chest below him. "It's amazing to see how you look without clothes on… it's such a sight," John said running his hand over the planes of Sherlock's chest that reminded him of marble. "I want you to take me John; please…"Sherlock requested though in his tone it sounded like he was begging. "I should get this on film you begging for something," John said softly as he moved in and slipped his hand behind Sherlock's head and pulled him into a kiss as he felt his clothes being shucked off with disregard of what they would knock over.
Even with the plaster cast on his leg Sherlock managed to get his legs intertwined with John's as he felt a light blush on his face as his body tensed up as he felt John's hand move down his body. "You need to relax Sherlock…" John said softly as he moved his hand carefully to judge Sherlock's reaction to each touch. Filing the reactions in his own memories John smirked at the fact he watched the great stoic mask of Sherlock crumble into a mewling mess once he wrapped his hand around Sherlock and held it carefully as he made Sherlock less tense with a few feather light touches.
"God John…oh god… " Sherlock cried out as he couldn't help but reach over his head and grab onto the side of the headboard and held onto it in a tight grip.
"Just John with suffice… no need to pray to me just yet," the older man said with a smirk as he watched Sherlock lose all composure and act human and began to pant and the heated kisses going down his chest. John had never pleasured a man before but he knew what to do to make it memorable. In the back of the mind he worried that he would overstimulate the other man. After hearing Sherlock begging for more John smirked and continued with his ministrations. By the end of the night John was barely able to keep his eyes open as Sherlock curled up against him and held him close.
Sherlock woke early the next morning before the sun rose, stumbling from bed due to the weight of the cast on his ankle. He limped heavily to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror the first thing his eyes landed on where the nearly black bite marks on his neck and shoulders. Rubbing the marks lightly he winced at how hard John had bit him the night before. After using the loo Sherlock tossed on his robe and grabbed a fresh experiment journal from the stack he kept on the counter and began to jot down a long entry. When he felt he had written down enough he stuffed the journal into the unused kitchen drawer and moved to the living room to find something to squash the boredom so he wouldn't wake John. As the rest of the city began to wake Sherlock waited for any signs of John waking up.
By seven John rolled out of bed and blinked and dressed in his boxers and pants before leaving the bedroom. Making a beeline for the kettle he set to make two cups of strong tea. Walking into the living room he found Sherlock on the couch draped like a cat with a look of intense boredom on his face. "I don't have to work today…so we can spend the day together if you like," John remarked taking a seat in his chair. "If you wish, it's not like I can do much with my leg like this, Lestrade sent me a text last night, seems my brother threatened his manhood if he didn't let me have some much needed rest for my leg, Mycroft also sent me a text he has shut my site down for the time being so now I'm stuck here with nothing to do… I need a cigarette…" Sherlock mumbled as he got up and began to search the flat.
"You know those aren't good for you Sherlock…besides I've thrown them all out and I'm not buying you anymore nor is Mrs. Hudson we're going to help you quit this, besides Mycroft was able to quit after he found out that Ren was pregnant. Sherlock huffed and dropped onto the couch and rubbed the headache he was feeling. "I'm bored John I need a case… or something that can keep me busy," Sherlock said pouting. "Well I know that it's hard to do anything with that plaster on your leg, how about some telly?" John asked trying to make Sherlock feel less bored.
Huffing in annoyance Sherlock rolled away and faced the back of the couch. "Well if you're going into one of your moods, I guess I'll run to Tesco's and no I will not get you cigarettes or patches… they just prolong the need," John said as he grabbed his wallet and mobile off the small table by his chair and walked over to the couch. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to Sherlock's temple only to have the man wave him off with a whine. "I'll be back soon, and no need to text me I'm going to pick up the milk," John remarked as he left the flat and walked toward the market.
Reaching into his pocket John noticed a text from Sherlock.
Bring home some lube… try not to blush when buying it makes you look like a virgin which you haven't been since your Uni days - SH
Looks like someone is back to normal and I don't need to buy any I have some in the drawer next to my bed…-JW
I want cherry flavoured- SH
Why, never mind I don't need to know the details.-JW
John, I'm surprised… I'm requesting a flavoured lubrication for your pleasure, don't you wish me to reciprocate what you did to me last night is that not the correct thing to do in this kind of relationship? I remember everything you did and I can be sure that I can perfect where you were flawed especially when you did that twist with your tongue. I'm quite sure with some practice I can be perfect at such a lewd act… I will have to research ways to make it more pleasurable to you, especially in ways you find it desirable. -SH
Not paying attention to where he was walking John walked into the closed door of the market and rubbed his shoulder as he went inside. His face covered in a blush more from the text he received from Sherlock than the embarrassment of walking into the door. Walking down the aisles John took the long way to the one place he didn't want to be at that moment.
They don't have cherry, they only have strawberry flavoured –JW
Fine I'll just order it off the computer, just bring home some cherries in a jar and golden syrup I'll use that for now- SH
Rolling his eyes John put his phone away he quickly grabbed the milk and Sherlock's requests before he left and returned to the flat and found Sherlock waiting for him in the kitchen. "Do I want to know why you needed these?" John asked handing the two jars over. "I'm going to attempt to make my own sex syrup… mashed cherries for flavour and the golden syrup for thickness although I will have to figure out how to boil the stickiness out of it…if it fails then I'll just make cherry sweets," Sherlock remarked grabbing some of his equipment.
Leaving the kitchen after putting the milk away John grabbed the paper and sat in his chair and tried to read the paper while listening to Sherlock work in the kitchen on his newest experiment.
Half an hour later John put the paper down and decided to check on Sherlock and found him busy writing notes on his latest trial and scratching things out with heavy strokes of the pen and groaning in annoyance. "I was about to make some tea you want some?" John asked as he made his way to the kettle only to find it coated in a thick red gloop. "Actually, I'm changed my mind…" he mumbled only getting a small grunt in response from the younger man. Before he could move a few steps Mrs. Hudson came in the front door with a large flat envelope.
"John this just came for you dear… looks important, military stamp and all," she said handing the envelope over, out of the corner of her eye she could see Sherlock look up from his notes and looking at the envelope in John's hands with pure hate. Opening the envelope John read the letter on top of the packet. "I've…I've been reinstated and given orders to return to Afghanistan…for the next seven months," John said swallowing the lump building in his throat.
Standing up without a word Sherlock swept everything off the table with a loud crash and stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door and locked it. Stripping the bed of the sheets Sherlock lay on the bare mattress and held the pillow that John used against his face to muffle the scream building in his throat.
Sighing, John put the envelope down and kneeled on the floor as he began to clean up the broken glass and semi notebooks. "I'm going to have to talk to Mycroft about this… he needs to be prepared to help Sherlock if something happens to me," John said as he looked at the floor and sighed. "I got lucky to get out of there alive the last time I'm scared that this time I won't," John said quietly as he sat back against the back of his chair and just stared at the mess in front of him.