CHAPTER 10

Sherlock looked down at John smiling. Mycroft stepped towards Sherlock and John, twirling his umbrella in his fingers.

"It seems to me like Ms. Adler has called it off for another time Sherlock. I'll be seeing you later brother. John, take care." Mycroft stepped out the door.

John sighed in relief from the awkwardness. Sherlock, however remained motionless, unmoving holding John in his arms. John looks up at him and snaps his fingers in front of his face. "Hey,, Sherlock, you alright?"

Sherlock snaps out of it, getting a weird twisting feeling through him.

"You okay?" John asks.

"John you know how I don't abide by the feeling of predicting any outcome of a bad event."

"Yes?" John gets stiff from worry.

"I think that just might happen." Sherlock's eyes were unfocused.

John gulps. Sherlock hears Mycroft walking down the steps, he hears another set of foot falls coming up, soft light feet by the sound of it. John turns toward the door. Mycroft walks to one side of the steps seeing Mrs. Hudson pass. He feels a jabbing pain in his chest. Mycroft grunts in pain falling down the steps catching himself.

John rushes forward grabbing Mycroft. "Mycroft. What's wrong?"

Irene wraps her arm around Mrs. Hudson walking up the steps and into the view of the candles. "Hello again Dr. Watson."

John backs up slowly, pulling Mycroft with him.

Irene smiles at John and Sherlock. "You'd better hurry Doctor, god knows what is in these little bundles of joy." Irene holds up a small empty syringe.

John's heart stops as his eyes widen and he looks over Mycroft. Sherlock hovers over his brother, checking his pulse, breathing, looking at his chest and face. Sherlock glares up at Irene. "You injected the very same poison into him, just like in Mike Stamford".

"Mmhm. Smart as always aren't we Sherlock?"

"Of course I was hoping it would be John walking down the steps, but you need to improvise at times." Irene says eyeing John.

John starts to sweat, trying not to show it.

Irene walks backwards towards the steps. Mrs. Hudson shaking like a leaf. "Sherlock, oh Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson cry's out.

"Hmm she seems fragile, wouldn't want her falling down the steps, wouldn't we Mr. Holmes."

John gets ready to run to her, his eyes hardening. Sherlock's eyes harden, he walks towards them.

Irene grabs Mrs. Hudson, shoving her down the steps, backing out of the way, smiling.

John rushes forward and grabs Mrs. Hudson's hand and pulling her on top of him as they both went down the stairs.

Sherlock charges toward Irene, his hand grasping her throat. Irene grips her riding crop, hidden in her coat, smacking Sherlock back.

John is at the bottom of the stairs gasping. Mrs. Hudson stopped shaking, she looks at John shocked. "Oh John are you ok"? She asks worried.

John starts coughing and gasping as he turns onto his side. Mrs. Hudson stays with him.

Irene swings her riding crop at Sherlock. Sherlock grips the whip and tries to work it out of her hand.

She smacks him with her free hand. Sherlock stumbles backwards holding his cheek, a small cut starts leaking blood.

"Tsk Tsk, Remember what I told you Mr. Holmes. I'd have you begging for mercy twice before I was done with you"

"Not by a long shot." Sherlock reaches for her again.

Irene swerves out of his reach japing him in the ribs. Sherlock grunts and grabs the railing just in time to pull him back up. Irene kicks Sherlock in the leg. Sherlock starts to lose his footing. Irene's riding crop slides across Sherlock's face, her smile sinister. Sherlock keeps his cool head as he glares at her. Irene grabs Sherlock by the hair dragging Sherlock back into the flat, flinging him on the couch.

Sherlock places a hand on his head making sure he's not bleeding. "Now what, Irene?"

Irene drops her coat, revealing a skin tight purple and black night gown, the bottom is attached to leggings. On her hips are small needles with fluid in them. Irene Smacks the crop across Sherlock's face.

Sherlock stays unfazed. Irene straddles Sherlock, her whip smacking Sherlock's leg.

Sherlock tries to keep from showing emotion. 'I'm sorry John.'

"Ooo so cold, that's not what I like." Irene injects one of her syringes into Sherlock's leg.

Sherlock's eyes widen as he starts to feel sick.

Irene grabs Sherlock's hair roughly, leaning on him. "That's much better."

Sherlock tries to get up but his body is numb. "J,ohn..." Sherlock tries calling but it comes out as a whisper.

Irene smacks the crop across his face leaving a big red welt. "I will not have you calling his name."

Sherlock tries to grab the riding crop, but his functions have slowed way down.

"Tsk Tsk, you obviously don't know how this works." She smacks him again. "I dominate you!"

Sherlock forces himself up grabbing the riding crop, barley able to keep his grip over the drug. "Get off of me" Sherlock says weakly.

Irene stays. "Why should I? You don't have the strength to get me off of you."

Sherlock grabs her arm, glaring at her.

"What's this? You think you can overpower me?" Irene smirks and pins his arm down with her leg.

Sherlock bites her leg, desperate to get free. Irene smacks the crop across his face multiple times, cutting his lip. Sherlock winces, spitting blood in her face. Irene wipes the blood from her face and licks it off her finger.

"Go to hell Irene." Sherlock ignores the blood running down his lip.

"I was already there. It's not as fun as you are."

"John, John are you alright"? Sherlock tries shouting again.

Irene smacks him again. "Don't you dare call his name when you are with me!"

John starts to sit up but clenches his side. "Aghh!"

Mrs. Hudson holds Johns hand not sure what is wrong with him. "John."?

"You cannot make me shut up Irene."

Irene leans in close. "You want to bet?" She rips part of her night gown off and shoves it in his mouth.

Sherlock spits it out. Leaning up, grabbing her throat, his grip still weak. Sherlock shakes his head, but it just makes him dizzy and disoriented.

Sherlock falls off the couch. His head still spinning like mad. "Uhg. J, John." Sherlock tries to crawl away.

Irene looks at him, running the crop across his bleeding cheek. Sherlock stiffens, fear creeping up on him. Irene grabs Sherlock shoving him on the couch. She straddles him, smiling at Sherlock's current state. She leans down biting Sherlock's bottom lip. Sherlock tries to get away but doesn't have the strength or the mental clarity.

Mycroft rolls onto his chest, pain riddling his body. He grabs his umbrella, raising it trying to smack at Irene.

Sherlock grips her wrists trying to hold her still.

Irene kicks Mycroft in the face, sending him to the floor. She shoves Sherlock onto his back, smacking him with the back of her hand. "Boy you are naughty Mr. Holmes, it's getting me all tingly." Irene says in her seductive manner.

"You won't get anything from me, Irene."

Irene kisses Sherlock, her hands sliding down tearing the buttons from Sherlock's shirt rapidly. Her nails digging scratches down Sherlock's chest. She licks them, starring into Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock keeps his lips stitched together and tries to get her off him.

Irene's hands move towards Sherlock's pants. "Now let's see what you're hiding, Shall we Sherlock."

Sherlock flips them onto the floor pinning her beneath him. "Don't even think about it!"

Irene grabs another syringe. "You will. Obey me"! Irene sticks Sherlock in the ass plunging the fluid into him.

Sherlock cringes but keeps his hold on her.

Irene moves her legs, spreading Sherlock's so his body falls on to her.

Sherlock tries to get up.

Irene wraps her legs around his waist. "Not so fast."

Sherlock tries to get free and clenches his hand around her throat.

Irene starts gasping. She looks into Sherlock's eyes. "Two more seconds." She smiles feeling Sherlock's grip loosen.

Sherlock uses the last of his strength to clench his hand and make her pass out.

Mrs. Hudson calls Lestrade. Shaking as she dials Lestrades number.

Sherlock falls to the floor feeling the drug take effect. He hears sirens right outside 221B.

"J,ohn." Sherlock tries to call out, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Lestrade and Sally burst through the door along with some paramedics.

Mycroft, crawls toward Sherlock grunting. "Sherlock..."

Sherlock turns his head.

Mycroft reaches his hand out for Sherlock, his hand trembling with pain.

Sherlock reaches, the tips of their fingers touching.

"I'm sorry Sherlock, you were always an annoying sod, but you're still my baby brother." Mycroft gives him a weak smile. Mycroft falls limp on the floor.

Sherlock holds back his emotion.

Lestrade and Sally come running into the room seeing the scene. Lestrade shakes from shock, Sally on the verge of tears.

Sherlock closes his eyes and turns away, a tear sliding down his cheek.

The paramedics rush into Sherlock's flat once John was being carried away in the first ambulance. Sherlock looks over to Mycroft's motionless body as he tries to ignore the sudden pain ripping through him.

Sherlock lays still, his eyes closed.

Lestrade leans down next to Sherlock shaking him. "Sherlock can you hear me"?

"Yes I can hear you, Lestrade." Sherlock stays unmoving.

Lestrade is pushed aside by the paramedics who check Sherlock's vitals, lifting him onto a stretcher. The paramedic's place an oxygen mask over his face as he's taken down to the ambulance.

"Where is John?" Sherlock mumbles.

"Who"? The paramedic asks.

"John Watson."

"He left in the first ambulance that was on scene. Got himself a few cracked ribs, the poor guy." The paramedic states.

Sherlock closes his eyes again and lets a few tears fall.

"The lady Mrs. Hudson was a bit shaken up, we gave her some medication to help her sleep. She should be fine by the morning."

"That's good..." Sherlock says still out of it from the drug.

At the hospital John lays on the hospital bed grimacing at the pain. Sherlock is taken into the same room as John, right next to him. Sherlock's eyes were closed, His body tense and twitching from the drug still in his system.

Sherlock opens his drug riddled eyes hearing John's voice echo over the sounds of the hospital. Sherlock blinks, his head still fogged. "J-John." Sherlock says weakly.

John slowly turns his head, his eyes barely open from the pain.

Sherlock rolls to his side, his hand stretched out, trying to keep it steady, reaching for John. "John..."

"Sherlock...Where... is... she?" John reaches out touching their fingers.

"Hopefully, dead.." Sherlock starts rolling his bed over towards Johns but stops feeling the IV tug at his arm.

John puts his hand up stopping him. "Don't push yourself."

"But I want to be close to you." Sherlock admits.

"I know. But you can't rip your IV out." John says.

Sherlock starts in on his observations. "You're going to be bed ridden for at least a weak and a half before you will be able to move your abdomen, two cracked ribs, upper right most likely a hairline fracture, not bad. Second one a more severe crack, almost fully broken. Your left arm is badly bruised from the fall and the angle you hit the wall at."

"Yes thank you for summing that up."

Sherlock lowers his eyes. "Sorry I'm bored."

"It's ok."

"I hope Mycroft's ok" Sherlock said unaware it was out loud.

"He should be. Don't worry."

Sherlock looks over at John raising his eyebrow. "What"?

"What?"

"What did you just say"? Sherlock asks.

"He should be ok. What's so weird about me saying that?"

"Nothing, just ignore me John."

"No come on. Tell me." John said.

"Why"?

"Because you are trying to hide something from me."

Sherlock huffs, blowing his black curls out of his face falling back on the bed, wincing in pain from his side. "I...I'm worried about Mycroft."

"Why would you keep that from me?"

"Because its, just an emotion. Nothing more...right. John"? Sherlock looks at John for an answer to his question feeling at a loss.

"How should I know how you interpret stupid emotions?"

"John, please. I'm asking for your advice on emotions. Your insight would be very helpful to me at this point in life..." Sherlock says sadness lacing his usual calm self.

"I don't know how you interpret idiotic emotions, Sherlock. I can't be of any help."

"Oh... Sorry I asked then." Sherlock rolled over, his back facing John. Sherlock didn't know what to do with these pains in his chest, or the tears falling from his eyes, as he tried to silence his sobs.

John looks away hurt. 'I'm sorry Sherlock, You'll have to solve this part on your own.' John thinks looking at Sherlock from the corner of his eye.

Sherlock hears a nurse enter the room. His eyes open when he hears his name being called. "Sherlock Holmes."?

"Yes? What is it?

"Your brother Mycroft is in recovery as we speak. The toxin has been successfully removed from his system. He only suffered minor injuries. He should be discharged by tomorrow morning."

Sherlock nodded and closed his eyes again, his hands clasped together in his thinking position.

The nurse takes a quick flirty look at John before she leaves. Sherlock senses it and glares at her. She makes eye contact leaving quickly. Sherlock closes his eyes again trying to relax, but soon being plagued by thoughts of John's reaction to his emotion question.

John noticed her looking at him, a small smile creeping up on his face. Sherlock is oblivious till he hears a sigh. He turns to John. "What?"

John looks over at Sherlock, embarrassed, a blush on his cheeks. "What, Sherlock I'm a guy and." John stops talking checking out the nurse's ass as she slowly walks by winking at John.

Sherlock looks away with a huff.

John looked over at Sherlock. "Oh Sherlock please don't be mad."

Sherlock said nothing.

"Sherlock, I can't always help it." John leans over towards Sherlock, trying to ignore the pain from moving.

"Stop moving, you'll rip your stitches."

"Sherlock I'm Bi."

"I didn't say anything about your sexuality. I was just telling you not to move."

"I understand that. I just don't want you to be upset. I really do love you. Sometimes it's a challenge to not be attracted to women. But the good side is you're the only guy I've been attracted to and that's not going to ever change." John says reassuringly.

Sherlock keeps his eyes closed. "Leave me be, John. I'm thinking."

Sherlock and John were discharged shortly afterword's.

John opens the door to 221B grunting in pain from his ribs.

Sherlock moves around him kicking the door so it wedges open.

"Thanks Sherlock."

Sherlock says nothing as he does the same to their door and slaps on three nicotine patches, flopping on the couch thinking.

"Ok I guess I'll take my chair." John says feeling irritated.

Sherlock sneaks a peek in John's direction.

John sits in the chair looking at Sherlock, wondering what is bugging him. Suddenly the door bursts open, in came Lestrade, Sally, Mrs. Hudson and some of Lestrades crew.

"Hey, we heard you guys got out of the hospital. We just wanted to show our gratification, so we all brought you both gifts." Lestrade says sounding joyful.

Sherlock groans. "Fine. Just make it quick, Lestrade, I'm thinking."

3 gifts are each handed to John and Sherlock, as everyone else all looked at John and Sherlock happily waiting their reactions.

Sherlock gets through all of them and smiles at the violin case. "Thank you."

Johns first present is a get well card with a bear tied to it with blue ribbon. His second present is a new set of binoculars, Lastly Lestrade sets a box down in front of John wrapped up topped with a bow.

Sherlock looks at it. "What's that?" Sherlock asks curiously.

John gives a puzzled look. He opens the box revealing a black M107 .50 Caliber Long Range Sniper Rifle. John's eyes go wide with surprise by the gift. "Holy mosses, you guys didn't have to do this." John exclaims.

Sherlock gives an impressed look.

"Ok mates this last present isn't necessary. We are perfectly safe with me around." John says looking at the rifle.

"Not with you out of commission with your ribs." Sherlock gets up and goes back to the couch.

"Thank you everyone, I love the presents." John says appreciatively smiling.

Mrs. Hudson comes up behind John, bending down to whisper in his ear. "Dear, what's wrong with Sherlock? He's been acting odd ever since you two got back from the hospital."

"I made him upset by my...reactions..." John says feeling guilty.

"I never told him I'm...I'm." John leans into Mrs. Hudson, making sure no one else heard. "That I'm Bisexual. And that must have hurt him when I looked at a girl the wrong way. I just can't help it sometimes."

Mrs. Hudson excuses them and takes John into the other room closing the door. "Of course it hurt him, dear. As long as I've known Sherlock, he's never taken a fancy to anyone. You are a very special person to him."

John hangs his head feeling guilty. "How can I make it up to him? I love him dearly but what can I do. I'm at a loss. Mrs. Hudson I need your help, please." John begs.

Mrs. Hudson puts her hand on his shoulder. "Oh sweetie, he loves you too. But remember, he's not very good with emotions." Mrs. Hudson says looking John in the eyes.

John gets a bright idea in his head. He hugs Mrs. Hudson before leaving the bedroom. John steps out to the living room with everyone, John sits next to Sherlock. Sherlock stares straight at the laptop on his lap looking up John's Blog. Sherlock's eyes harden as he sees a new post on John's Blog.

XX

So great to see Mr. Sherlock Holmes again. It has indeed been too long. Mr. Holmes, we should see each other soon. Xoxo –The One

Sherlock blinks multiple times feeling like his eyes misled him. Sherlock looked again and saw the words had not vanished. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at this not liking the fact Irene was already toying with the guards at the prison by misbehaving. Sherlock slammed the laptop closed infuriated by what he read. He moved from the couch over to the window starring out onto the night time streets of London. John looks over to Sherlock wondering why he suddenly got angry, feeling like he was the cause somehow.

"Maybe we should leave you two alone for a bit." Lestrade suggests, walking the others out of the room.

John turns towards them "no you don't ha-" John stops knowing their already gone.

John walks over to Sherlock who is transfixed on the window. John barely touched Sherlock's shoulder before Sherlock turned around staring at him. Sherlock looked into Johns eyes deducing him like he always did.

"John, I am not going to tell you why I am in a bad mood, and no you are not the cause so you can stop worrying and focus on recovering some more." Sherlock said looking towards the couch.

John chuckled feeling embarrassed. He went over to his chair opening his box that had the long range sniper rifle in it. John began to put it together piece by piece. Soon enough it was assembled and ready for action. John smiled at himself, admiring his handy work from the military training. John looked over his shoulder noticing Sherlock's eyes were traced on the gun John had just assembled. John looked from the rifle to Sherlock and motioned for him to come closer. Giving him a 'it won't bite' look.

Sherlock moved closer to John his eyes still on the weapon laid out on the floor ready for combat.

"Sherlock, come lay beside me. I want to show you how to handle a sniper rifle." John said smiling.

"John you should know my knowledge of weapons is-" John cut him off.

"Sherlock, were dealing with military addition, assassination quality weapons here. My knowledge is very high in this field. Trust me, please." John said patting the ground next to him.

Sherlock laid down next to John looking at the weapon. Sherlock focused in on the way John positioned himself to the weapon in his arms. It was fascinating to him, but then again it was nothing to actually holding a weapon like that in your hands.

"Ok now Sherlock I want you to learn how to handle a sniper rifle. Just in case there comes a time that I can't get to it, then you'll be able to use it." John said moving away from the sniper rifle.

Sherlock moved right where John was, he places his fingers on the trigger, his other hand lay on the barrel of the gun. John came up behind him whispering in his ear.

"Ok this here is your tracker, it will guide you to your target if you follow it." John instructed.

This time Sherlock was all ears when it came to John teaching. John slid his hand over Sherlock's making sure his hands were in the right places. Sherlock's gaze shifted to John. Sherlock felt like he didn't appreciate John enough for all that he had learned in the military, or even his skills he developed. To Sherlock, they were really something precious, which made John Watson a rare person at that. Sherlock desperately wanted to repay him but that would acquire emotion, which Sherlock knew very little of, since he chose to block out the emotional factor from life. Sherlock continued to gaze at John knowing he owed him for everything.

John looked over at Sherlock he gave an annoyed look.

"Sherlock are you even listening to me or are you thinking about other things."? John asked.

Sherlock leaned in kissing John forgetting about the gun. John kissed back but pushed Sherlock back for a moment. John placed the gun in a secure place in the flat before he went back to Sherlock. Sherlock picked John up and they both landed on Sherlock's bed in a hot heap. Sherlock looked down over John seeing his flushed face starring back at him. Sherlock ran his hand over John's chest, lifting up his shirt. John tossed his shirt to the side, wincing because of his bruised ribs. Sherlock bent down lightly kissing John's ribs.

"John, will this distract your mind from the pain"? Sherlock asked, his lips brushed against John's skin as he spoke.

John nodded closing his eyes taking in the feeling that was rising up in his chest making his body swell with warmth, wrapping around his heart. John looked down seeing Sherlock just staring at him, almost waiting for him to say proceed. John didn't know if that was the case or not, but he nodded to Sherlock either way. Sherlock leaned up to John's ear.

"John try to relax yourself." Sherlock whispered.

Sherlock kissed John's jaw. From there he gently proceeded down, raining over his body with delicate kisses and caresses of his hands. Sherlock moved his way down John's abdomen stopping at his stomach. He kissed Johns belly button and slid his finger along the rim of John's pants. John started to moan at Sherlock's actions. He was more than ready for this and felt he didn't want to waste a minute alone with the man on the bed with him. John grabbed Sherlock's face pulling up to his wanting impatient lips. They kissed each other deeply. John closed his eyes thinking this must be a dream. Sherlock leaned up to John kissing his cheek. Johns eyes flashed open knowing this was really happening.

John bent forward to kiss Sherlock when he stopped grabbing his side. Sherlock saw the pain in Johns face as clear as day and night. Sherlock got off of Watson and laid next to him. Sherlock looked outside seeing the sun starting to rise over London. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John staring at him. John looked at Sherlock with tired eyes.

"You need to sleep John. Don't worry I will stay here. I'm not leaving the flat." Sherlock stated as a matter of fact.

John yawned closing his eyes, curling up to Sherlock falling asleep against him. Sherlock watched John sleep for a few moments before he too drifted off to sleep from the medication he was given. The next morning John wakes up finding Sherlock gone. John sits up ignoring the pain in his side. He gets out of bed walking out to the living room expecting to see Sherlock playing music or in the middle of an experiment. No Sherlock was gone from the flat. John thought maybe Lestrade called him on a case. He sent Lestrade a text.

Hey Lestrade, did you give Sherlock another case.-JW

No you two need to recover, why is he in the flat.-DL

No I don't know where he went.-JW

Hang on I'm on my way over.-DL

John shook his head thinking Sherlock was acting like a child again. Going all around when he was supposed to be recovering from his injuries as well. Several minutes later John heard a knock on the door. John walked over opening it seeing Lestrade. He let him in as Lestrade looked around the flat, as if for a clue to where Sherlock would be.

"Well John, come on lets go look for him." Lestrade said stepping out.

John followed Greg out of 221B walking the streets looking for the tall slender Detective. About an hour into walking Lestrade and John really started to look worried about where Sherlock could possibly be.

"John we'll find him sooner or later." Lestrade said looking towards the opposite side of the street.

John kept walking when he and Lestrade passed a group of young teenagers starring at them. John felt their stare on his back as he stopped and turned around towards the group.

"Excuse me, you haven't of seen a tall dark curly haired man wearing a trench coat pass by here have you."? John politely asked.

"Oh fuck off man. Maybe we seen the freak or maybe we hasn't." The teen boldly said with an attitude, which would make John Watson reconsider punching a minor.

Lestrade walked up to them, cornering the teen that spoke toppling over the lad. He looked up at Lestrade blinking in surprise at Lestrades harsh stare boring into him. John fought back a smile at Lestrades approach.

"Now my friend asked you nicely. Have you seen a tall man with dark curly hair wearing a trench coat pass by here? All we need is a yes or no, otherwise you may find yourself down at Scotland Yard kid." Lestrade says his tone serious.

"Ok we saw a man like that walk past a few minutes ago. The weirdo was talking to himself." The boy said pointing down the street.

Lestrade and John headed off in the direction the boy pointed. They stopped a few blocks up coming to a four way stop. Lestrade stepped off to the left while John took off to the right each still searching for Sherlock.

"Come on Sherlock where could you be this early in the morning."? John asked himself.

This one took me a longer time to write. Hope you like it. might be one more chapter coming soon. :)