I'm glad everyone is enjoying the story so far. Also, I would like to apologize for the amount of cliff-hangers. I need to have some fun though.
"W-whah!"
John awoke with a start to see a panicked Sherlock. Frantically, John pressed the button on the wall that calls an emergency. He rolled Sherlock onto his back and took his pulse. It was faint and slowing. Sherlock stopped breathing and just as the doctors came back in. His pulse stopped.
The doctors entered with a defibrillator and worked to get Sherlock's heart going again. John was pushed back to make more room and he could barely see Sherlock under the nurses that were rushing about.
"We need to operate now!" a doctor called, moving Sherlock onto a stretcher.
"I've got a weak pulse." a nurse said, moving to double check the equipment.
They preped him for surgery after they had gotten his weak pulse back and since they didn't have time to move him they started to perform it right there. They sterilized his chest and then cut him open as someone came in with a pacemaker. It only took about twenty minutes before they'd finished the surgery and Sherlock's heartbeat returned to normal. They sowed his chest up and then set him up to an IV. They rolled in a life support machine just in case he would stop breathing.
The doctor told John that Sherlock would recover, but he would never be able to live like he used to. The pacemaker would greatly help, however his heart was severely weakened. He also said that Sherlock's family had been notified and had asked John to stay. He of course agreed and sat next to Sherlock, once again taking his hand.
Sherlock slept for the next two days. When he finally woke up he looked confused, "John...Wh-what happened?"
John moved closer to Sherlock and gently squeezed his hand. "It's okay now. Your-your heart stopped, but they put in a pacemaker. You'll be okay."
"But those are the things they put into old people...Am I going to be okay?" He asked and looked scared.
John chuckled. "They aren't just for old people, Sherlock. Yes. You are going to be fine. Better than ever." he lied about the last part, but he didn't want Sherlock to worry.
"Can I still run? Or do other things that are active?" He asked knowing a bit about pacemakers, "Will I live as long as I would've?"
"Yes. The doctors said you will need sometime to recover from the surgery, but ultimately you will live a normal life." John smiled. "That means no sex for awhile alright."
Sherlock pouted but nodded, "Alright...The pacemaker feels weird. Especially when it sends the tiny shock to make my heart beat," he said and giggled.
"You'll get used to it. Don't worry." John smiled and rested his head on Sherlock's shoulder.
Sherlock smiled gently, "Maybe over time I can make my heart stronger...do yoga and other stuff that's supposed to help."
John kissed his neck gently. "Yes. That will help."
Sherlock smiled gently and took a deep breath, "You'll always save me."
"Get some rest." he whispered, moving to sit back in his chair. He still held Sherlock's hand and John smiled at Sherlock. "You won't always need saving. You'll get through this."
He nodded and then slowly fell asleep.
oOooOo
He had to stay in the hospital for an entire week before they let him go. They told him to get lots of rest before returning to school.
John came in the day of Sherlock's release from Hospital with a huge smile on his face. "Ready to come home?" he asked, placing Sherlock's coat on the edge of the bed.
Sherlock smiled gently and nodded, "Yes...I'm definitely ready," he said as he took off the hospital gown and put on his normal clothes.
"Great."
John smiled and led Sherlock toward the front door. As they walked he told Sherlock that the doctor said he needed to take physical activity slow, but he could do whatever he needed to for the next few days.
He frowned slightly, "So no sex?" He asked and pouted.
John chuckled. "No, not for a day. The doctor said regular activity is okay to begin tomorrow, but he wants you to take today slow."
He nodded and smiled, "Alright...I can wait that long."
"I can't..." John chuckled, leaning down to give Sherlock a quick kiss on the cheek. As they headed outside he hailed a cab and told the driver' 221b'.
He smirked as the driver nodded and started to drive away. The reached the flat and headed up the stairs. John waited at the top for Sherlock and smiled. He opened the door to reveal the entire Holmes family, Redbeard, Greg and a woman John worked with.
"Surprise" John said quietly and headed into the flat.
Sherlock grinned and dropped to his knees. Redbeard ran up to him and he pet the little puppy, "I missed you buddy," he whispered. He looked up at John and smiled, "Thank you...this is great."
Mycroft patted Sherlock on the back and offered him a drink.
"You're welcome" John said.
He brought Sherlock over to the woman. "Sherlock, this is Molly Hooper. She works with me at Bart's and is going back to University for an extra degree. I thought you two should meet."
Molly smiled shyly. "Hello, Sherlock. John told me a lot about you."
Sherlock smiled awkwardly, "Well hopefully not everything," he said and looked at her, "I'm going back to school...I ummm never really finished."
She nodded. "That's good. What are you going to study?"
He shrugged, "I'm not sure yet...chemistry and some other things I might find useful later on."
"Cool. I'm going back to get a degree in Pathology." Smiling, she took a sip of her drink. Molly was only a few years younger than John, but still older than Sherlock.
Sherlock stayed close to John since he was still a bit shy. He went over to Greg and smiled, "I hope you aren't angry with me," he said to Greg, "I'm not going back to that life any time soon."
Greg smiled. "Don't worry. I understand. Actually, John tells me you might make a brilliant detective. Want to help with some crimes at some point?"
Sherlock looked surprised but nodded, "That sounds amazing. I-I'd love to."
"Great. Now excuse me I need another." Greg smiled and went to fetch another beer.
John smiled at Sherlock. "I love you" he whispered before heading toward the washroom.
Sherlock smiled and continued to socialize with the others as John was in the washroom.
John returned and enjoyed the rest of the party. He helped clean up as people started to leave. When they left he sat on the couch.
Sherlock curled up close to him, "Thank you...that was surprisingly nice."
"You're welcome. It was nice." John rested his head on Sherlock's, breathing him in. "I missed you..." he whispered.
Sherlock grinned, "I missed you too," he whispered and let out a deep breath.
John shifted to lay down on the couch and pulled Sherlock close to his chest. "I love you so much. Stay with me forever." he whispered into Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock grinned and nodded, "As long as you promise to do the same."
"Of course." he smiled and pulled Sherlock into a kiss.
Sherlock kissed him back and smirked, "I wish we could just stay here forever."
"Okay" he whispered, nuzzling into Sherlock's shoulder.
Sherlock smiled and let them cuddle for a while before he moved so he was lying on top of John, "I like the sound of your heart...it sounds strong..."
John held him tight to his chest and kissed his forehead. "Mmmhmm" he mumbled, feeling sleepy.
Sherlock sighed slightly, "I wish I didn't need this pacemaker. The doctor says it makes a little ticking noise in my chest."
"Let me hear" John said quietly. He shifted down and went to lay his ear flush against Sherlock's chest. Not being able to hear, he gently pulled Sherlock's shirt up and rested his head against the bare flesh.
Sherlock giggled gently and tried to smooth out his breathing. "I love you."
"I love you, more" he giggled back. John kissed around the scar that had formed where they had cut in to put the pacemaker, being sure that he was being gentle.
He shivered gently, "No I love you more!" He said and giggled even more. He smiled and hugged John, "Can we go to bed, Captain?"
John groaned slightly. "Sure..." He got off of Sherlock and carried him to the bedroom. Halfway there he paused momentarily, " oh, bloody.…no sex." He mumbled and smiled at Sherlock as he placed him down in the bed.
Sherlock frowned and tugged John down, "It's just me since sex makes my heart rate erratic. But you can," he said and smirked and he rubbed John gently.
John lay on the bed next to him and bit his lip. "Yes, but you don't have to. I'm fine with just relaxing," he looked dreamily at Sherlock's lips knowing he probably couldn't help himself, but knowing he couldn't have Sherlock only made him want him more.
Sherlock smirked and continued, "You don't have to hold back for me."
John nodded and laid back, trying to relax.
He grinned and took off John's pants, "What do you want?" He asked.
"Um, just your hand is fine" he smiled and looked into Sherlock's eyes. "Thanks, love. I really do love you."
Sherlock smirked slightly, "I know," he whispered and shuffled up so he was next to John ,but lower down the bed. He slowly started stroking John and kissed his neck, "You know imagination is good during times like these. Tell me your dirtiest fantasy and I'll play along."
John frowned slightly. "I-I don't really have any. Lately, I just want you..." he smiled down at Sherlock, bucking slightly into his hand.
"This may seem weird to you. But that is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me," he whispered and kissed John deeply, "You're one of the most amazing men I've ever met. Not to mention one of the sexiest."
"I love you. Sherlock, you are the brightest person I've ever met and...my true love. Not to be corny." he moaned into Sherlock's mouth. "God, I wish I could fuck you right now" he chuckled as he slipped in his tongue.
He moaned gently, "Me too...god I'd ride you so hard if I could," he mumbled and stroked John harder.
John groaned and writhed under Sherlock. "I'm c-close" he moaned, leaning back against the bed.
Sherlock smirked and stroked him faster while fondling his balls, "Come for me John," he whispered.
In a cathartic release of lust, John came all over Sherlock's hand and the bed. He bucked shallowly into Sherlock's hand, riding out his orgasm.
Sherlock smiled and once John had finished he leaned down and licked John clean, "Mmm...you taste good," he whispered and grinned.
He groaned again. "If you don't stop I'm going to have to shag you." John mumbled.
Sherlock laughed gently but nodded, "Alright...I need to have a cold shower?" He said and stood up.
"Want me to join you?" John asked casually, rolling over to face Sherlock. He still had on his jumper, but his bottom half remained exposed.
He shook his head, "That would defeat the purpose," he said and blushed.
John laughed and looked up at the ceiling. "Well, enjoy it. I love you."
He nodded and smiled before he went into the bathroom. He came out half an hour later shivering, "Much better."
John stood and wrapped a blanket around him. He held him in a tight hug. "Good to be home?"
He nodded slightly, "Yeah...it's good," he said and and slowly warmed up.
"Everything okay?" John asked, turning to face Sherlock.
He nodded slightly, "I-I think so..."
John sat on the edge of the bed and held Sherlock's hips, forcing the brunette to look at him. "It's okay. You can tell me. What's bothering you?"
He tried to look away but couldn't, "I know I should be happy and I am...but something still feels wrong."
"What can I do to help?" John asked seriously.
Sherlock sighed, "Nothing. I'll be fine," he mumbled and looked away, "Just let me sleep."
"Okay." John moved so Sherlock could get under the covers. "Would you like me to sleep with you or do you want some time alone?" he asked.
He sighed, "I think I need some time alone," he whispered, "I don't want you to see me cry."
"Sure." John lent down and kissed Sherlock's forehead. "I love you, okay? Remember that always." He smiled and left, turning out the lights.
Sherlock quickly fell asleep, enjoying the release of sleep.
