Everyone sat around the fire attempting to catch some heat and dry themselves. Molly and John were in the kitchen fixing up some food, after a day like today they thought they could have the nicest of the stash. Stale biscuits, chocolate bars and tinned fruit. Molly even produced some berries that she had picked earlier. The odd sound of water sizzling came from the kettle over the fire bubbling away. John gave a quick glance at Molly washing the berries. She was a lovely lady, her small smile with her ability to comfort somebody and her gentle approach made him admire her. It was rare to see gentle these days. He stared past the rain at the mounds of earth in the garden. Gentle didn't survive often. A small thud turned John's attention to see Molly struggling to carry the food and a tin rolling around her feet.
"Here let me help you with that." said John as he bent down to pick up the escaping tin. She thanks him while he took half the load from her arms.
"He's lucky you know." mumbled Molly nodding her head towards Sherlock's direction.
"What do you mean?" asked John.
"To have found you. He told me.." She trailed off wondering if she should go on, if she's breaking Sherlock's trust, but noticing John's heavy stare she continued. "..you brought meaning to his life again." John's face softened and he turned his head to look at his friend sitting on the arm chair with his chin on his knees. John could understand the pain Sherlock must be feeling right now, he realised that Sherlock is going to need a friend tonight more than ever. With this thought he gave Molly a small smile and a nod before entering the sitting room.

"Food's here!" announced John. Lestrade hopped off the couch smacking his lips.
"Ohh lovely!" he exclaimed as he removed the tins from Molly's grasp. They poured the fruit into bowls and placed the biscuits onto a plate. John withdrew the kettle from the fire and poured out cups of tea.
"No milk sorry, just sugar." he stated as he passed a cup the each person. Sherlock whose eyes were fixed on his toes until now looked up and accepted the tea. Anderson sat on the end of the couch and nibbled on a chocolate bar, tears still rolling down his face. Sherlock blew his tea before taking a sip allowing the golden liquid warm him up from the inside. He placed his cup on the edge of the coffee table and then stretched out his legs to withdraw and small black item from his pocket. It was the mobile John had found earlier.
"It's dead." John shut his eyes and groaned at his stupid choice of words. Sherlock looked up at him.
"Yes and?"
"I mean if that the battery is gone, why do you need it with you?" Sherlock stopped playing with the phone and pocketed it again.
"I was told to keep it with me at all times, when I find a power source I'll recharge it again."
"Hmph! Well good luck with that." said Lestrade folding his arms. Molly have him an elbow into the ribs.
"I'll keep an eye out for one." asserted John, leaning in to pat his friend's knee. Sherlock placed his hand onto John's and looked into the kind doctor's eyes.
"Thank you John."

Both men were staring at each other, Sherlock's fingers had woven around John's and John's grip had tightened. Time began to slow down around them. Lestrade raised an eyebrow im surprise while a large smile had spread across Molly's face. The two men completely forgot about their surroundings. John leaned in slightly, Sherlock cautiously did the same but before anything else could happen they were interrupted by Anderson exiting the room. John released a nervous cough before pulling back into his seat. Just as an awkward silence began to consume the room Lestrade began to tell the story of how he met Sherlock and his brilliance.
"About 4 or 5 years ago now, it think." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Double homicide, didn't have a clue who did it or how it happened. That's when he showed up." Lestrade waved his hand towards Sherlock. "His big brain and his big coat. Solved the murder in 10 minutes, he gave me his number and told me to call him when I was stuck."
"Which was often." remarked Sherlock.
"I've solved plenty of murders by myself excuse you."
"Oh please the Boyle's murder hardly even counts!"

John sat there trying not to laugh at the two men bickering. Molly schooched down the couch towards John.
"Honestly they can't ever have a civil conversation."
"So when did you meet him?" asked John stuffing a berry into his mouth.
"Sherlock? Oh I worked in the morgue at St. Barts when he just showed up one day. He had a charm that I couldn't resist but he only used it when he needed me to do something. He was the one who saved me during the outbreak actually. We were both on the morgue examining a body when it came to life. I'm used to working with dead people, but not when they come back to life again. He got us out of there and then we met up with Greg, Sally and Phillip. We were attacked by a group of people that Sherlock and Greg had arrested in the past and we got split up. Sherlock had mentioned heading west near Devon so we decided to head that way too.. Oh sorry I'm rambling- I do that too much."
"No it's fine, I don't mind listening." said John smiling.
"Oh piss off!" shouted Lestrade while Sherlock leaned back on his chair eyes closed, sensing his victory. Molly moved over beside Greg again.
"Where's Phillip?" asked John searching the room for him.
"Bathroom probably." murmured Sherlock his eyes still shut. The other three exchanged worried glances before John leaped up and ran towards the bathroom.

"Phillip?" he asked knocking against the door. No reply came from the room. "Phillip?" John asked louder slamming his fist against the wood. Still no reply. John took a step back before crashing into the door breaking the lock. He fell onto the tiled floor to see Anderson sitting on the toilet seat holding a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Christ Phillip you almost gave me a heart attack."
"This is all your fault." he muttered glaring at the bottle in his hands.
"What?" implored John.
Footstep were heard and Sherlock calling out for John.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU LET HER DIE!" Anderson shot to his feet in a fit of rage.
"I didn't mean for anyone to die, I had no choice."
"YES YOU DID!" The others arrive to the scene to see Anderson fire the bottle into John's face causing to to shatter on his skin. John fell back in a blinding pain, blood pouring from a deep wound across his cheek. Instantly, Sherlock launched himself at Anderson and began to fire his fists into the mans face.
"YOU DARE HURT MY FRIEND?!"

By the time the second punch landed Lestrade grabbed Sherlock by the waist and dragged him away. Molly was leaning over John who was writhing in pain, with a large glass shard producing from his right cheek.
"Forget him Sherlock, John needs you right now." Sherlock swiftly turned around, picked up his friend and carried him upstairs. He placed him on his bed before running to grab the medical kit. John's muscles tensed as he tried to control the pain. Sherlock leaned over his friend his hand resting on his chest trying to calm him, the medical kit by his side.
"My turn to save you again."