What Just Happened?

He was looking out the cab window when he saw it. John, he was on the ground in pain, blood starting to stain his shirt and go on the path. He had been SHOT! Sherlock turned away from Irene and jumped out the car as fast as he could and went beside John. Irene looked out the window and saw what made Sherlock move so fast, she jumped out as well phone in hand and called an ambulance and the police, although the police would be no help, and went to John's side as well. When the ambulance got there Sherlock and Irene jumped into it too.

They got to the hospital and John went straight into surgery, they had to remove the bullet. Sherlock waited outside of the room with Irene, although he didn't want to show emotion his body betrayed him and everyone could see the worried look on his face. Irene went over and comforted him, she went over and put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him to her side, he thought it was a little awkward but he was too worried to do anything about it and just stayed there in her arm beside her until they said John was out of surgery. When Sherlock heard this he quickly got up and went to the room the doctor said he was in, the rooms went whizzing past like a blur until he found the right room number and walked in, he stood right beside his friends bed. Through all this they had forgotten about Mary, so Irene went to call her leaving Sherlock and John alone.

"John" he said a tear going down his cheek before he quickly wiped it off and tried to get back to normal, it didn't work, "Can you do me a favour this time?" John just laid there motion less, other than his chest moving to show he was breathing, and looked drained "Can you stop this, just don't be in a comma" he said as more tears came down his face "Just please get better soon, Baker street won't be the same without you and I promise I will find who did this to you and kill them for hurting you." He said now anger going through his body and the tears started to run dry.

At that moment Irene walked, she had heard everything from outside the door "Don't blame yourself Sherlock" she said calm and cool while walking towards him "There's nothing you could have done" Sherlock turned to her fury in his eyes

"I could have been there!" he yelled "I could have been there and stopped him from getting shot!"

"As much as you want to believe that Sherlock it's not true, there is nothing you could have done. Nothing any of us could have done unless we knew it was going to happen" She stated going to him grabbing his hand to calm him down.

They stood there for a moment staring at each other. Sherlock broke the gaze and just sat down beside John bed and watched him, his mask back on making him look like he didn't care. Irene left them alone and went out the back to have a cigarette. After a little while she heard the back door open behind her and saw Sherlock walking closer, he got one of the cigarettes and lit it while staring out to the now falling sky. When he was done he looked down at her.

"You were right" he said in a cold voice. She looked up at him a little confused and unsure of what he meant by that

"About what?"

"About how I couldn't have done anything, unless I knew he was going to be shot it would have happened whether I was there or not" he said in a low cool voice looking in her eyes for the 4th time that day "But there is something I can do now"

"What is that Mr Holm-" she wasn't able to finish her sentence before she felt his firm lips on hers. She was so surprised at what he was doing she couldn't think straight, her head told her he was only doing this because he was depressed, but her heart was telling her he did this because he cared about her.

She started to kiss him back, realising she wasn't already. She felt that feeling in her stomach like the world was better now that they were like this. Their lips were in unison with each other. Then he pulled away, he waited for her reaction to it but she just stood there in awe, he had not believed what he had just done. Something had just pulled him to her, he couldn't explain it, it was that thing in his stomach it had told him to do it, and for once he had listened. After a minute he slowly walked away back to the ward John was staying in. Irene just stood there and watched the figure walk back, she out her fingers to her lips feeling where he had just had his lips. She couldn't deny it to herself, she liked what he had just done, and she suspected so did he by the love and care she felt in the kiss. She smiled and started to walk back.