"Bloody hell!" John raced up the stairs as he heard gunshots being fired. "What are you doing?" He yelled at Sherlock who was reloading the gun, His gun.

"Oh just practise" he cocked the gun again and continued shooting.

"Hi John" Tori popped up from behind him, carrying a large amount of knives in her hands.

"Oh My God!" He slammed his hand to his head as she began throwing the knife's into the holes made by Sherlock. "What did I tell you about gun?s"

"Not to teach Tori how to use one" the detective shrugged. "I'm not, she's practising her aim"

"That's...oh why do I bother!" He took the remaining knives of the girl. "Why do you even have my gun?"

"Mary doesn't like it being in the house" She answered, pulling her knees up to her chin as she sat in her favoured armchair. John scowled as he ripped the gun out of Sherlock's grasp. Tori had developed a slightly annoying habit of answering questions that weren't meant for her.

"Right, new rule" He picked up a pen and scrawled quickly on the list of do's and don'ts on the fridge. "Sherlock is not to use guns with Tori in the house. And Tori is not to throw knives in the house"

"Happy now?" Sherlock asked from where he was lying on the couch.

"No, this is typical of..." John was cut off by a little cry from Tori.

"OW" she held up her left hand that was bleeding heavily. For Tori, what happened next, went by in a blur of Sherlock rushing to get the first aid box and John crouching down beside her, telling her it was all right.
A doctor would say she was in shock, and well they did. She'd been in shock before, but that was mental shock. This was physical, she couldn't really feel the pain which made it worse. You know the saying about if you think you're insane then you must have enough sanity left to recognise that you're insane? So you're can't be completely insane. Therefore if you can feel the pain, you must be alive enough to still feel. So not feeling any pain was a little bit terrifying.
"There you go" John finished bandaging her hand and lifted it in front of her so she could see.

"I've got a boxing glove for a hand" She joked faintly, turning the comically large, gauze covered hand.

"You were just feeling faint" he smiled at her before turning to look at Sherlock, who was watching from the other side of the room. "When was the last time she ate?"

He seemed to take a while to notice he'd been asked a question "Oh...I think it was Tuesday"

"No wonder, it's Friday!" John shouted but stopped when he saw Tori wince. "Sorry I get worried"

"T's okay, you're just looking out for us" she sunk back in the chair and rested her head on his shoulder. "You'll be a good Dad" He smiled and moved slowly away from her.

A.N
Well that was another short one, I haven't missed them.
This is probably the second to last one if I can't write up some of the ones I keep off the computer.
Anyway, until next time.
If life gives you lemons, tape them to the captain's hat

Love Rosie