The next few weeks were hard, as much as Sherlock didn't want to admit it he was having problems with healing, he couldn't really walk anywhere for 2 months and this frustrated him, he had to rely on John for everything and he hated putting that on the love of his life.
"Sherlock" John sighed, sitting next to his wheelchair, Sherlock had his arm crossed and a bruise against his cheek. "You can't try and walk when no one is here, OK?" John sighed, a gentle sigh. He wasn't annoyed or angry, he was just worried, his eyes scanned Sherlock's body and he smiled.

Sherlock didn't smile back.

Sherlock hadn't been happy, not since the day he got shot. He breathed out and pulled John in for a hug.
"You'll be aloud out of there in a week." John smiled, it was a broken smile and this made Sherlock's heart break.

Sherlock just nodded and kissed John on the nose.
"Together, me and you." Sherlock smiled.

John nodded against Sherlock's forehead.
"I don't care if you can never walk again, Sherlock. I'll love you until the end of my life." He whispered, kissing Sherlock softly before he stood up and greeted his mum as he walked through the living room.
"Oh, Sherlock." She frowned at him, running her thumb gently over his bruise.
"You got to stop doing that." She frowned.

A lot of people have been coming and going from John's house, Sherlock's mum, Mycroft, Lestrade. John was so tired, he had bags underneath his eyes from the nights Sherlock wouldn't sleep.

Nevertheless that week flew by and so did the week after that, half way through the third week Sherlock was walking. John grinned as he walked again, he hugged him tightly.
"I'm so proud of you." He whispered.

Soon the both returned to school, Sherlock ignoring the rumours about what happened and John sighing at them.

Before they knew it another year had come around and it was the anniversary of Sherlock's father's death again. People were still on about Sherlock getting shot, mostly the younger years now. Sherlock and John were in the top year of the school.

Sherlock breathed out as he got ready, he pulled his jumper off and looked at John, John smiled softly and hugged him.
"It's OK." He whispered, and Sherlock nodded, kissing John's cheek.
"Let's go then." He smiled.

They walked to school hand in hand, some younger kids walking behind them.
"Is that the boy who got shot? Oh my god he's gay. I bet you his dad shot him because he was gay." The boy behind them sniggered, John felt Sherlock's hand tense up but before Sherlock could act John turned around and punched the boy in the face, kicking him when he fell down on the floor.
"Don't speak about his father." John scowled and carried on walking with Sherlock.

In school people stared at John as he kissed Sherlock. He set an example for what would happen if people said things. Sherlock smiled at John.
"You didn't have to do that." He whispered.

"Oh, but I did." John whispered back, kissing him softly.

When school ended Sherlock and John went back to Mycroft's, who was still racked with guilt from the shooting.

"Sherlock." He smiled and got up, offering his seat to him. Sherlock waved him off and pulled John into the bedroom, kissing him passionately. John kissed back, giggling as Sherlock lifted his top up.
"Sherlock, you might strain yourself." John whispered as his shirt hit the floor.
"Then maybe you should do the work." Sherlock shrugged as he pushed John's trousers down. John chuckled and stepped out of them, undressing Sherlock slowly, he kissed him softly then laid him on the bed, kissing down his body and onto his member. John had never done this properly before, but Sherlock seemed to enjoy it when he started to suck.
"John, I want you to fuck me." Sherlock whispered strongly.

The words sent shivers down John's back, he got up and breathed out deeply as he kissed Sherlock's lips slowly, leaning over and pulling the lube from the draw next to Sherlock's bed, he breathed out as he coated his own member with the lube and pressed it against Sherlock, John moaned as he pushed himself in, Sherlock did too. John groaned as he went faster and harder, he put his hands next to Sherlock's head and grabbed onto the sheets as he tried to hold on to his climax. Sherlock had his fingers tangled in John's hair, kissing his neck and groaning in his ear.
"Fuck!" John shouted out as he came, Sherlock breathed out and kissed John softly.
"You were good." He whispered, pulling his boxers up and laying on the bed. John put his boxers back on and sat next to Sherlock, kissing his wound on his stomach before he cuddled into Sherlock's chest.
"Do you think we'll be together when we're old?" John asked, circling his finger around Sherlock's chest.
Sherlock pondered for a moment before he nodded. "Yes."

John sighed and sat up, looking at Sherlock.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, sitting up with John, examining his face.
"I want to go to the Army." John breathed out.

Sherlock shook his head. "No, John. You can't." He frowned, pulling John in tightly.
"Please, I could lose you." He whispered.
"I don't want to fight. I want to be a doctor." John shrugged.

"Whole camps get attacked, John! That means Doctor's could die too!"

John shook his head and laid Sherlock back on the bed, he didn't say anything else about the subject, but he knew that he was going to go to the army whether Sherlock liked it or not, he loved Sherlock with all he had but he swore to himself that he'd never let someone else control him.

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