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Spiders Web

Chapter Ten

Sherlock stood just inside the room, looking towards the bed. John was asleep, pale against the stark white sheets, the rhythmic beeping of the machines he was hooked up to a small comfort that he was going to be all right. He wouldn't truly believe it until he saw John awake and talking to him. That was if he would even forgive him for doing what he did. He closed his eyes, putting that thought away, and took a calming breath as he reopened them and looked back at John.

"You're a complete bastard you know," came a voice from the other side of the bed.

"Lestrade," Sherlock said in a way of greeting the other man as he stood up and walked around the bed towards him. Sherlock braced himself for a punch.

Lestrade shook his head, "I want to hit the fuck out of you for what you have done, but Mycroft has been giving me the low down of what happened and what was going on back then," he said as he then pulled the man into his arms and held him tightly, "Don't you ever pull a fucking stunt like that again, because next time you wont be pretending to be dead."

Sherlock was a little startled by the action, but he slowly wrapped his arms around Lestrade and hugged him back, "I think John would be the first one in line for that," he said, a slightly joking tone to his voice as he looked over Lestrade's shoulder over to where John was still out of it.

Mycroft was in the doorway watching the two of them, a small smile on his lips as he interrupted them, causing Sherlock to almost jump away from Lestrade and pretended that he hadn't hugged the man, "Anthea and I shall be going to get us all something to eat and drink, and please do not argue about eating Sherlock. You are looking rather think at the moment and I know John would agree with me about you eating something," he said with a pointed look to his little brother and then walked out, meeting Anthea outside of the room.

Sherlock went over to the bed and took hold of one of John's hands as he looked him over. Lestrade watched him and smiled a little, he could see the worry in the grey-blue eyes as they looked down at John. Lestrade went over and stood nearby. He looked down to John and he had to admit that he didn't look good, he was pale.

"He's going to be fine, and he should be waking up soon," he told him, hoping to reassure him.

Sherlock looked up, a little embarrassed, "Hmmm," he hummed a little, "I know, but I still worry," he paused for a moment as he looked back to John, "How do you think he will take it, me being here?" he asked, worried about how John was going to react, and if he should remain away until he was better.

"He'll be relieved, he knows that you are alive and what you've been doing as well. He understands, even though I have no doubt he will be angry with you for going off on your own. You know that he hates it when you go out on your own. He worries about you," Lestrade said softly as he went around the bed and went and sat back down.

Sherlock looked to him once more before he nodded, "I know he does," he began as he pulled a chair over, not letting go of John's hand, "I didn't want him with me because he was in danger, I didn't want him to get hurt and I know that would have happened. He does what he can to make sure that I am fine, and he will often put himself in harms way to make sure that I will be fine. I just didn't want him doing that again, so I decided it would be safer for him to stay behind," he almost babbled his reason. He watched John, not wanting to look at Lestrade and for him to see the emotions that he was sure was in his eyes.

Lestrade shook his head, "You're an idiot, and he cares about you, just like you do for him. You are both willing to get hurt to protect the other, and you'll both do anything to do so," he gave a sigh, "Don't worry about it all Sherlock. For now, we both need to concentrate on getting this last one and making sure that John will be fine and safe from him as well," he said as he looked to Sherlock.

"Hmm," he hummed as he then added, "I know, we need to make sure that we can move quickly on this. He will do all he can to get to John, he knows that I'm alive and he'll be desperate to carry out Moriarty's last orders. He should be arriving in the UK soon. I just hope that my brother and his lackeys are up to the task of keeping eyes on him. He will be a danger if he goes to ground before we can do so."

"They shall be doing their best Sherlock," Mycroft said as he walked back in, a tray of tea in his hands as Anthea walked in behind them.

Sherlock just looked to him and nodded slightly, not wanting to say anything about it. Mycroft handed out the tea to everyone, while Anthea handed out the sandwiches that she had brought for them all. They sat down to wait for John to wake up, hoping that it wouldn't be that much longer. Sherlock was a little anxious to speak with him, wanting to make sure that he was really all right, and to ask for forgiveness.

Thank you all for the reviews. I do so hope that you are still enjoying this fic. More to come, and I have actually worked out where this ends now. Just have to write it. Hope you have enjoyed this chapter. John will be waking up the next chapter!