The following days are a whirlwind, John can't do much without Sherlock questioning him, nowhere is safe.
In the middle of the night the man had burst in startling John awake and start interrogating him. John was in the shower getting ready to go to work and Sherlock picks the lock to sit on the toilet, ignoring the screaming John until he could ask his questions before leaving.
John grew weary of it quickly but endured knowing he had agreed and finally having a feeling of relief, a pressure he had carried for his whole life and now someone knows about him. Not even his family had considered his ability, they had hushed him and told him to stop talking nonsense. Now his mad flat mate is the one who to truly wished to understand, John can scarcely believe it.
Sherlock takes him on a few more cases and John comes to find the man tends to throw himself into dangerous situations on purpose. The consulting detective loved not only figuring out the suspect but chasing down said suspect no matter what crime or how dangerous the person might be.
It is John's full time job to keep the man alive and with as few injuries as possible even if it seemed Sherlock's goal is to give the doctor a heart attack well before his time. John had patched, sewn, and bandaged up Sherlock more times than most of the men the captain had commanded.
Every now and then John's visions come through and actual help in a case but mostly it just shows the gory bits, leaving John queasy. The doctor only wants his visions to be of use and maybe even be able to keep Sherlock alive a bit longer.
After a long day at the clinic John doesn't even change into night wear before collapsing on his bed, exhaustion doesn't even stop the vision;
John is staring at a portrait of a large man. He's dressed in a suit and looking out very seriously.
That's a flash and the portrait had a yellow symbol painted across it.
Another flash and a marble statue appears sprouting the same yellow symbol.
John opens his eyes to morning light streaming in from his window. He didn't know what the symbols meant but he felt it wasn't good. Stretching and yawning the doctor props himself up in bed. The dream had been ominous but he feels great, fully rested and ready for whatever is to come. The night before feels a million miles away and the sun brings a new day.
He takes his time getting up and down the stairs to the shower, still wearing his clothes from the day before. He sings in the warm water uncaring that his flat mate can hear him.
Dressed and still in a good mood John exits the bathroom into the kitchen where Sherlock is working on his experiment.
The current ongoing study had to do with pureed human tongues and the chilling temperature or something like that. Chemistry had never been John's strongest subject Sherlock's explanations mostly went over his head. The man's experiments made no sense.
John kept his opinions to himself about the things Sherlock did as long as they didn't ruin the flat. "How are the tongues?" He asks readying the tea kettle.
"I finished that last night now I'm on toes." Sherlock responds.
John sets out two cups. "Did you sleep at all?" He asks already guessing the answer.
Sherlock huffs setting down the container he had been looking at. "I don't sleep often only when my transport demands it."
John glares at the man. Sherlock believed his body only a transport for his brain and thought ignoring its needs was an option. Getting Sherlock to eat was a chore now sleep. If the man doesn't die from chasing down criminals all over London he is going to of starvation or organ failure.
"You know sleep deprivation affects brain function as in it slows down brain processes." John points out.
Sherlock glares at him. "Sleep takes up time I can be utilizing productively." He says.
"There is no case at the moment and all you're doing is playing with body parts." John argues.
"John," Sherlock chides, "I am gathering information that could be vital in future investigations."
John sighs knowing that Sherlock won't give up. "Whatever, tea?" He asks.
"Two sugars, black." He replies picking the container up again.
John finishes the tea and sets it at Sherlock's elbow before going about making breakfast. Eggs, toast, and beans for two went on to plates and to the table.
Sherlock continues to work and John puts a plate near him knowing the man would eat without realizing it.
"You had a dream last night."
John stops eating to glance at the other man who didn't look up as he worked. "Yeah, how'd you know?" He asks.
"What did you dream about?" Sherlock continues ignoring the question.
"A painting," John answers, "and a statue, spray painted with yellow symbols."
"What kind of symbols?" The man asks all his attention on the doctor.
John shrugs, "never seen anything like them."
Sherlock waves his response away, "Irrelevant, can you draw them?" He asks grabbing paper and pen.
"I'm not an artist." John tells him quickly sketching out the symbol.
Sherlock doesn't say anything as he takes the sketch but the doctor didn't miss the eye roll. The consulting detective looks over the symbol carefully.
"I am unfamiliar with this as well I'll have to do some research. Tell me about the painting." Sherlock says setting the sketch aside.
John describes the painting and the statue.
Sherlock sits back in his chair in thought while John cleans up.
With the dishes set aside to dry John turns to ask Sherlock what his plans were for the day but suddenly the word bank starts chanting in his mind.
"Bank?" Sherlock asks.
John blinks but the chanting continues. He must have said it out loud and open his mouth to explain when Sherlock's phone announces the arrival of a text and the chanting ceases. The doctor stares at the device perplexed.
Sherlock picks it up, his eyes darting over the words. After a minute he sets the phone down and gives John a hard look. "Sebastian Wilkes, a man I knew briefly at uni, has asked for my services." He tells John.
John doesn't understand why the man is telling him.
"Sebastian Wilkes is a CEO of a major international financing firm based here in London." Sherlock finishes.
"Bank." The doctor exhales.
So if it wasn't obvious already this is unbeta'd and there are some errors that my eyes haven't noticed. So if anyone knows someone who beta's or beta's yourself I would love for some help.