Sherlock once again found himself fighting to open his eyes. How long had it been this time? He looked at the clock which was on the wall opposite, at least this could give him some sort of bearing. It said 8:45. He had no idea if this meant morning or evening. He could hear the bustling of other people around the ward, the beeping of other people's machines, as well as his own.

"Hey you"

Sherlock looked to find John smiling at him, holding his hand. He had some stubble and his hair wasn't combed. he looked rough, he looked tired, he looked worried. But he wouldn't have had him any other way, he was just so grateful to see him again.

"Johnnn!" Sherlock tried to sit up but hadn't got the energy

"No, no, stay where you are, save your strength... I've missed you, don't ever do that to me again"

John leaned down and kissed Sherlock on the lips, Sherlock managed to summon the strength to kiss him back.

"You've been so ill, I thought i had lost you"

Sherlock reached up and weakly stroked John's face

"You will be in here for a while longer until you feel better, at least your face is looking better than when i first came

"You were here?

"Of course I was, I've been worried sick... This is all my fault... if i had never..." John swallowed hard trying to hold back tears

"Then there would be no Connor... and no me and you" Sherlock added

John smiled and squeezed Sherlock's hand tighter

"When you are better, we are getting married, not a big 'do', we are going to the civil services and getting married, just me, you and Connor, on our own. Ok?"

Sherlock nodded sleepily. "John I'm so tired"

"You will be, they have you on a lot of painkillers and antibiotics"

"Thizz isn'tyourfault . Jhhohn" Sherlock slurred

John closed his eyes, once again fighting back the urge to break down

"I love you, go back to sleep, in a few weeks we might even be going home if you feel better, I've got to go, visiting time finished 5 minutes ago... matron will tell me off. I will be back tomorrow"

John leaned and kissed Sherlock again, he had already drifted off to sleep, he could sleep a happy man now he had seen John. He just wanted to get home

5 weeks later

Sherlock woke up, his own bedroom, his own bed, his own flat. He closed his eyes and managed a tired a smile before slowly sitting up. His wounds were still sore from the stitches and he had some bruising and scars, but he was home, that was all that mattered. He looked to his left to see John lying next to him on his front, face buried into the pillow. Sherlock smiled before lying back down.

There was no way he was going to be going on any case for a few months, he had to recover fully. Lestrade kept him busy by giving him things to analyse with his microscope and alibi's to go over, but he wouldn't hear of him coming off bed rest. He was scheduled to come round with Sally later to check things were ok.

"Sherlock?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you awake"

"Since I just answered you I would say yes"

"Cheeky git"

Sherlock sniggered as he started to wake up properly. "I want to get up in a bit."

John jumped out of bed and helped Sherlock to stand up. His stomach muscles weren't up to the job of sitting up and lying down by himself just yet, the doctor had said he must not strain himself. He was no longer drowsy since he was only required to taker paracetamol, much to everyone's relief, John felt like he had the real Sherlock back. After 6 weeks in hospital Sherlock couldn't have been happier to be back home, Mrs Hudson had of course been making a fuss, bringing him food, blankets, sitting watching telly with him when John did the shopping...

"Lestrade's coming today right?" Asked John

"Yes... about 2 I think..." Sherlock replied sleepily

"You need some breakfast, what do you want?"

"Not just yet...I'll have what you have later"

John couldn't believe how fast the flat life had gone back to normal since he had come home... everything was as normal, apart from the scars and the extra help needed by Sherlock with some tasks such as showering. However neither of them complained about this so far...

"What time is it?" Sherlock asked

"Er, it issss, 9:30am" John replied

"IS Connor asleep?" Sherlock asked again

John looked over to his sleeping son "Yes"

"I think I want a shower"

John looked over and they both smirked at each other

"We better not waste any time then eh..." John wrapped his arms around Sherlock from behind, kissing his neck delicately. Johns hands found their way under Sherlock's night shirt to trail up the sides of his ribs. Sherlock moaned slightly before he reached to cup the side of Johns face with one hand.

John started to suckle on that sweet spot behind Sherlock's ear, slowly tracing his tongue up and down his neck.

"Oh John" Sherlock moaned softly

They made it to the bathroom where John started to undress them both. He turned on the shower so it was nice and warm. Both men were now behind the shower curtain, Connors baby monitor just on the ledge outside. Bodies dripping wet, glistening in the light. John got some soap and started to rub Sherlock down, Sherlock's strong erection growing with each second. He moaned every time John's hand brushed his sensitive throbbing flesh.

"John I, I'm gonna cum" Sherlock whined

"Oh no you're not" John took his hands away and proceeded to slip his tongue into Sherlock's mouth, they kissed passionately for about 10 minutes until Sherlock reached down and grasped Johns erection. They both started to stroke each other slowly at first, building with pace as the pleasure grew and grew inside them. Hands running over each others slippery bodies, grabbing at each other, heats pounding in chests,

"John!" Sherlock yelled as he came, his body shuddering, his stomach aching from the strain on his muscles. John followed shortly after, shouting his lover name into his neck. They both rested into each other using the wall for support as they came back down from their climax.

There was a bit more kissing and fondling, before they heard Connor start to cry...

Sally and Lestrade arrived at about half 2 after a short delay due to traffic

"How are you?" Asked Lestrade as they sat down with him

"Better" Sherlock replied blankly

"We have all been concerned...we're not expecting you back for months, don't rush yourself"

"I can assure you I won't" Sherlock did his best to sound friendly

Sally leaned forward as if she was going to say something

"Go on" Sherlock prompted her to speak

Sally went to speak, but then changed her mind "no.. no it's nothing"

...

Lestrade was speaking with John in the kitchen about the upcoming court case regarding Anderson's trial, now Sherlock was well enough to attend.

"I still can't believe I slept with him, his wife never came back turns out she left him, and now he has raped John and attacked you."

"Sally..." Sherlock wasn't sure how to respond

Sally continued "I have known him and worked with him for so long I thought I knew him...I never thought he would do something like this..."

"Nobody could have guessed, not even me apparently..."

Sally looked up and smiled "I'm sorry"

"What for?"

"For calling you a freak, you're not, you are amazing" Sally didn't wait for a reply before she got up and turned round to leave with Lestrade

"Sally" Sherlock called after her.

Sally turned and went back to him, but not sitting down, she folded her arms.

"You couldn't have known what he was going to do"

Sally smiled briefly before turning again to leave, she stroked Connor's tiny hand in John's arms before heading for the car

"Well then boys, take care of yourself and Connor, I will be in touch, let us know if you need anything"

"Will do, thanks mate" John replied as Lestrade also left.

John came back to find Mycroft standing next to Sherlock, Connor in his arms. John hadn't really seen Mycroft smile before, neither had he ever pictured him with a baby...

"Oh, Sorry I didn't know you were coming"

"Neither did I, Sherlock asked me if wanted to see Connor, so I came...I hope that isn't a problem"

"No! no of course not, stay for as long as you like"

"How are you John?"

"Fine... I've just been to get Connor's milk..."

John looked towards Sherlock and nodded to ask if he was alright, Sherlock nodded back

"You can feed him of you want..?" John asked, half joking

"Oh I think I will leave that to the professionals" Mycroft smirked

As Mycroft moved towards John Connor spat up, a small patch getting onto Mycroft suit, it was only a small bit but John still froze.

"Oh Mycroft sorry about that..."

"Oh honestly I don't care John, always the risk you take when holding a baby anyway"

John relaxed a bit as he took the baby from him

"You've done a good job there John, to having him look so much like you, I suppose that's a blessing for you both"

John looked at Connor's face, Mycroft was right, anything that slight resembled Anderson seemed to be long gone.

"Well I must be off, take care of yourselves.."

John showed him to the door before turning to Sherlock

"Well you certainly kept your mouth shut, why are you being so quiet?"

Sherlock just looked at him

"WHat has Mycroft said?

"I told him we were getting married"

John closed his eyes "What"

Sherlock didn't reply

"Oh Sherlock I told you it was private"

"He does respect that John... he's my brother"

John sighed " So what did he say?"

"Nothing much, he says he's happy for us..."

"Well; I suppose that's something at least" John groaned

He took the bottle and started to feed Connor. After he had finished and Connor was back asleep in his basket, John moved over to kneel infront of Sherlock

"You are a nuescence sometimes.."

Sherlock smiled bashfully at John from under his floppy hair

John started to kiss Sherlock's lips, which grew into a passionate snog, tongues clumsy being shoved further down each others throats... Connor started to cry again,

Both men sighed, John kissed him one last time before he went to see to Connor.

...

As John sat there feeding his son, he was left alone with his thoughts.

The upcoming court date was the first thing that sprung to mind... Anderson was being held on account of rape and attempted murder. He didn't know if he could be in the same room as him again...