A/E: If you're reading this right now and are not extremely upset about my lack of updating, then all the applause to you! Same as always, nothings mine.

John awoke to the sensation of being picked up. He tried to open his eyes, but he felt no energy left in him. I'm turning into such a pansy he thought as he blacked out again. Consciousness returned to him as he felt wind brush against his face. He realized he was being carried and attempted to move. John managed to crack open one eye to see Sherlock. His pale white face contrasted in the night sky making it have a light glow. The wind blew his hair back, showing his determined gaze. So... Beautiful John thought. Darkness claimed his mind again. The next time John awaked he was back in the flat, tucked into a bed that wasn't his own.

He managed to look up with his head to take in his surroundings. John was in Sherlock's room, in his bed. He tried to get up further when a pain in his lower back and arm suddenly made itself known. John let out a small groan of pain and the next thing he knew; long cold hands were under his head and on his shoulder, encouraging him to lie back down. John tilted his head to the side to see him, Sherlock. He almost choked up at the sight; he looked paler than usual, dark rings gathering under his eyes. John lifted his good hand to reach for Sherlock, and he in turn took John's hand. They held on to each other in silence for an immeasurable amount of time, speaking with no words.

God, you're alive

I could same the same to you

I wasn't the one who was kidnapped, drugged, and stabbed

No, but you look like death

Well being a vampire does that to you

Not funny Sherlock

I wasn't trying to be

Are… are you ok?

Now John, I should be the one saying that

Bollocks to that, did you even leave my side for-

Don't ask stupid questions

Look, I'm fine now, awake and alive-

No, I'm not leaving your side again...

Sherlock…..

"John", he breathed out at last as his hold tightened around John's, lowering his head, placing it on their hands. John kept looking at Sherlock, doing the observing for once. Sherlock obviously had gotten any of his type of food recently, looking worse for wear. He was touched that Sherlock hadn't left him, smiling at the fool in front of him.

"Sherlock", he said weakly, raising his free hand to Sherlock's face, cupping his cold cheek. He tilted Sherlock face back upright, before dragging it down to his own. He realized Sherlock went along with the motion, knowing that even if he wasn't weakened he probably wouldn't have had the strength to move the man if he didn't want to be moved. None the less, he pulled Sherlock closer and raised his head to make their lips meet.

It wasn't a kiss that sent sparks flying, or a kiss that made one melt. It was of one of comfort, sharing a mutual feeling of safety. Sherlock poured his worry for John's life into the kiss, how he just want to hold John when he was hurt. He showed his sorrow of the thought of John dying, of him never waking up again and he shared his silent joy when John had finally stirred.

John comforted Sherlock, adding more pressure to the kiss. Saying that it was okay now, he was fine. His lips started to tremble slightly when he remembered being kidnapped, cut, bleeding. Sherlock began moving his lips back against John's, reassuring him, apologizing to him. John sighed into it, calming down and pressed back once more telling Sherlock he knew that he would come for him, that he had faith that Sherlock would save him. Sherlock smiled before he pulled back, looking deeply into John's eyes before he sat up.

"Well", he coughed, "that went differently than our first kiss".

John smiled, "What did you expect the first time around honestly? Kissing a man who thought you weren't interested?" he said tiredly.

"I'm still half expecting you to run out the flat, once you've fully come to your senses", Sherlock quipped. His face darkened, his hunger finally reemerging. John noticed the sudden mood change and sought to immediately change it.

"Sherlock?" he asked, shifting around in the bed, attempting to get up again. Sherlock placed his hand on John's shoulder, making him stay in place.

"It's just…" Sherlock trailed off, "WHY exactly aren't you panicking or running away. You... know what I am now." He looked away from John, drowning in his own misery. He wouldn't, no couldn't see fear in John's face now.

"Sherlock, look at me", John said demandingly. Sherlock didn't bring his head up so John restated, "look at me" more gently this time. When Sherlock did bring his head back up, he only saw a small smile on John's face.

"First, I didn't really have time to panic now did I? Don't worry I'm sure that part will come later." Sherlock smiled back at this, John continued, "But up to this point you have done absolutely nothing to hurt me… directly", John grinned, "Even though you're a... vampire, jeez that's going to take some getting used to, your still you. Still the same Sherlock who is brilliant and mad and is grumpy when there's no case, who wouldn't go shopping to save his life, who can tell someone's job by the angle of their thumb. The SAME man who saves life's and takes criminals off the streets. Not being human doesn't change YOU at all."

Sherlock was stunned, starring into John. He hadn't known that he'd been waiting to hear these words until John said them. When he was first turned many many years ago, he feared that his condition would change him, the individual called Sherlock would disappear and a blood thirsty monster left behind. He had fought against that with all his being, clinging to his humanity. John, without knowing all of his strife said the words that accepted his pain, acknowledged his struggle to remain himself. Sherlock fell to John's chest as a sob wracked through his body.

"Thank you John", he whispered.

After another moment of comfortable silence, he sat back up and looked to John, "You must be tired; I don't want to push you anymore than I have to". John tried to argue, but in truth he was exhausted. Sherlock moved his hand to John's face, and brought his own down for one more kiss. He let his lips linger briefly, breathing in all that was the wonderful man in front of him. He considered just how lucky he had gotten, just how close he came to losing John. He swore to himself in that moment that he would never, let John be that hurt again. At least, not in his lifetime.

Once he pulled away he sighed happily, "Don't worry John, we will talk more when you've recovered, there will be plenty of time for that."

With that reassuring promise, John closed his eyes and soon fell back into slumber. Sherlock continued to gaze at John, for once not finding it hard to set aside his never ending thirst, all so he could continue being by this man's side.

A/A: please. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I AM NOT WORTHY. Haha truth is, my old laptop (which I've had since like 7th grade) finally died on me. Which means I lost all my files, story lines, ect ect. I literally cried because I was just beginning to write this again. So I had saved up for a long time, which in the end wasn't worth it, because my friend literally just GAVE me a laptop. I mean, I can't even describe my joy at that moment. although this chapter is a little short, it just felt right to leave it there... SO without further adue(?) BUMP IN THE MATHA FUCKIN NIGHT.

Also I would like to say really fast, that all of your kind words did not go unnoticed. Thank you all so much from the bottom of my 5th grade writing level heart.