Hugs
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Sherlock ran to his and John's bedroom as fast as his feet would carry him. He found John sat updating his blog on the bed. He shut the screen before John could protest.
"We need to get out! My experiment went wrong." Sherlock stated and grabbed John's hand and pulled the man to stand and they ran through the house.
John was too busy coughing at the smoke coming from the kitchen to ask what Sherlock had done this time.
"Mrs Hudson, I suggest you and your herbal soothers get out of this building right now!" Sherlock said as he opened their landlady's door without knocking.
Mrs Hudson was pulled along behind Sherlock in his other hand and he quickly ran out of 221B Baker Street and shut the door just as they hear a BANG from inside and the window's of Sherlock and John's floor shattered and smoke piled out.
Mrs Hudson was in shock, her hand on her heart as she looked at her home.
John on the other hand gritted his teeth and pulled his hand out of Sherlock's grasp. Sherlock turned to look at his husband.
John did not look happy. Then the sirens of a police car alerted John that other people in the street had come to take a look at what had caused the explosion.
"Sherlock. What have you done?" John asked, attempting to keep his anger in.
"I may have mixed two highly reactive elements. Don't worry John; I can get Mycroft to have the house back exactly as it was in a few days. We'll just have to-"Sherlock was cut off by a police car pulling up beside them. And lucky for them it was Lestrade, who had been in the area and the closest to the scene.
"Sherlock, was this you or a criminal?" Lestrade asked as he and Donavon came to stand next to the three residents of the ruined building.
"It was me, it was an accident and easily reparable." Sherlock stated.
"Reparable? Sherlock, what about our stuff? What about our photos, my laptop and everything saved on it, everything we own?" John asked.
"Your laptop and it's content can be easily found. I assure you Mycroft can sort that out. As for the photos, well I have back-up copies on my phone and laptop. And everything else can be replaced. I assure you John, within a week we will be back here and it will look exactly the same." Sherlock said.
"Freak, you do know how much that will cost?" Donavon asked.
"Listen here, just because I'm angry at Sherlock doesn't mean you can start calling him 'freak' again. He isn't a freak." John cut in.
"And, yes, Donavon, I am aware; luckily I come from a well off family so we have no problem." Sherlock said.
"If you're well off enough not to have to worry about the cost of these repairs then why do you like in that place?" Donavon asked.
"Because we love it there, it's our home." Sherlock said and turned to Mrs Hudson, explaining that her flat should be relatively un-touched but Sherlock would have to replace anything that was damaged. So the landlady would have to stay with her sister or Mrs Turner for now. Mrs Hudson just nodded through her shock and Lestrade found a blanket in the police car and draped it over the woman's shoulders.
John put his hand in his pocket, searching for his phone, but couldn't find it.
"No, my phone's in there too!" John said and quickly went roughly through Sherlock's blazer pockets till he found his husband's phone. And while glaring at him he rang Harry.
"Hi, Harry... Oh, that's great, I'm so proud! ... Clara's there too? I'm so happy that you're getting yourself together... Listen, I know it is getting late, but just for one night can me and Sherlock stay at yours? ... He blew up the house. ... Yeah, I'll tell him... thanks, Harry... I really am proud... love you too, see you soon!" John hung up and turned to Sherlock.
"Harry said that you're an idiot and I happen to agree with her at this moment in time."
"Well, John, I have to disagree, I am actually a genius-"John cut him off.
"Listen, idiot, we're staying at Harry's, just for one night. She's clean and Clara's with her, so it's only for one night because it's getting late and we need somewhere to stay. But you have to sort out the repairs and where we are going to stay until this is sorted. And I'm serious; Sherlock, want to walk into that flat once it's repaired and I don't want one thing to be different. I still can't believe you did this... anyway, I'm calling a cab." John said and ran a hand through his hair.
Mrs Hudson had decided to stay with Mrs Turner, who happily welcomed her close friend with some tea and another blanket. Sherlock ad John sat in the cab which was taking them to Harry's house. Sherlock was texting Mycroft to get the house repaired. He really couldn't be bothered to waste time organising repairs himself and he knew that his brother could have it all sorted with a snap of his fingers, so just this once he was relying on his brother. John sat next to Sherlock glaring out the window and sulking.
The cab ride was silent. John paid the driver as they got out and Harry opened the door to welcome her brother and brother-in-law with hugs.
Harry resembled John slightly, with straight hair, height, the same skin tone and eyes, however her hair was brown and her features were from John's mother. Sherlock had seen pictures and he knew that John resembled his dad greatly, while Harry looked more like her mum. Clara gave them a hug too and they all talked for a while and Harry made them pizza.
The four sat in the living room and Harry said "You'll have to sleep on the sofa bed down here, sorry."
"Oh, no that's just fine. I think we'll go to Sherlock's parent's house for the rest of the time. Thanks for having us at such short notice; we needed somewhere close to stay. Oh no, Sherlock, what about all our clothes?" John remembered.
"I can ask my parents to get us some, so when we arrive we can change. For now we will just have to shower to keep clean." Sherlock said and got his phone out, quickly sending his mother a message with John's and his sizes.
"Look, it's getting late, John, you look shattered, get some rest. Do you need help setting up the bed?" Harry asked.
"We'll be fine." John said tiredly and gave her sister another hug. The two women left the room to go to bed themselves. John stood and looked over to Sherlock who sat in an armchair.
"Sherlock, are you going to help me?" John asked.
"I'm thinking, love." Sherlock said.
John sighed and quickly made the bed, stripped off his clothes and climbed in. It was quite cold so he had kept his boxers on, but if he wanted to manage to wear clothes two days in a row then he couldn't wear them to bed too.
John rolled onto his side and was nearly asleep when he heard the detective taking his clothes off and then felt the mattress dip as he climbed into the bed too. The consulting detective moved closer to John until his chest was pressed against John's back. He put an arm around John's waist.
"I'm still angry with you." John stated.
"I am sorry, love, really. I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm really really sorry, please don't get too stressed. It might trigger your limp." Sherlock said.
"If you hadn't noticed, it already has." John said.
"When did it start?" Sherlock asked.
"When I stood to get dressed." John said.
"Oh, sorry, I was in my mind palace." Sherlock replied.
"Oh no, my cane was in the living room." John said, remembering yet another thing that he was going to have to make do without for another few days.
"You've been doing well recently, you've hardly needed it." Sherlock said proudly.
"Yes, but I need it now. My limp probably won't go away till everything has settled down again." John sighed.
"I'm sure my parents have one somewhere in that house of theirs." Sherlock comforted.
"Yeah." John said and turned in Sherlock's arms to face his husband.
"I do love you." John said.
"Even when I blow up the house?" Sherlock asked.
"Even then." John smiled.
"Good, because I love you too." Sherlock said and kissed the doctor.
"You're going to have to give me lots of hugs to say sorry." John said with a smile.
"I'm sure I can manage that." Sherlock said and pulled John against him.
The next morning Harry crept downstairs with her camera and a mischievous look on her face.
She slowly opened the living room door and found John and Sherlock sleeping, John had his head on Sherlock's chest and lay half on his husband. They both looked peaceful. Harry snapped a picture and sneaked out again, happy that the next time she needed anything off John, or any information that John would be reluctant to give, she had blackmail.
Harry and Clara were in the kitchen eating breakfast when the men walked in. Sherlock had an arm around John's waist and was supporting the man as he limped.
"This is a pain." John grumbled and Sherlock helped him sit then sat next to him.
"Oh, John, the limp's back?" Harry said.
"Yes, too much stress with the house blowing up." John explained.
"So, what does it mean, psychosomatic?" Clara asked.
"My leg hurts but the pain isn't really caused by an injury. I had really bad post traumatic stress when I came back from Afghanistan and I had the limp along with it. When I met Sherlock it went away, but it occasionally comes back if I have a panic attack or I get too stressed. Some limps are physical injuries, mine is mostly in my head." John explained well.
Clara nodded in understanding.
"What time will you be leaving?" Harry asked.
"Within the hour. I've booked a taxi." Sherlock said.
"What do you two want for breakfast then?" she asked.
"Toast and jam, please." John requested.
"Sherlock?" Harry asked.
"Oh, no, nothing for me-"John cut him off.
"You're eating something." He said then turned to Harry "Just give him the same as me." He said. John knew that when Sherlock didn't want to eat and John made him, then he would eat a bit, to satisfy John, but he wouldn't eat all of it, so John would just have to finish Sherlock's food off for him.
Harry stood and started bumbling around the kitchen, preparing their breakfast. Sherlock leaned over and gave John a one armed hug.
"My second sorry hug." Sherlock informed him. John smiled and kissed Sherlock.
Harry put the two plates of jam on toast in front of them.
"Not in my kitchen." She said with a cheeky smile.
"You sound like Mrs Hudson. 'Boys, not in my hallway'." John said.
"Oh, she doesn't mind that much." Sherlock said with a chuckle.
Sherlock ate half a piece of toast and one more bite with encouragement from John. But John picked up the half eaten toast and finished it off in the end.
A couple of hours later they arrived at Sherlock's old home to be greeted by Nathan and Julie, who were only too happy to see them.
And throughout the next few days while there house was being rescued, Sherlock surprised John with hugs every now and then.
Sorry hug three:
The Two Holmes' and the two Holmes-Watson's (that was their official surname, though most of the time, they just went by Watson and Holmes, it was less of a mouthful) sat around in the living room when Sherlock turned to John and gave him a hug.
John laughed and felt Sherlock bury his face into his neck.
"What's that for?" Julie asked, a bit confused.
"I need to say sorry to John by giving him a lot of hugs." Sherlock explained but his voice was muffled by his husband's neck.
"Oh." Julie nodded in understanding.
Sorry hug four:
John and Sherlock were walking around the vast grounds of the house, well, limping in John's case, but he had been given a cane, which helped considerably. Sherlock turned to face John and then pulled him into another hug which they held for a long time. When John pulled away a bit Sherlock smiled and said "Do you want me to give you a piggy-back the rest of the way back. You look a bit worn out." Sherlock said.
"Okay." John smiled and Sherlock faced away from John and John jumped onto his back. Sherlock held him with his hands under John's knees and John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, his cane hanging from one hand.
"I'm a very lucky husband, you know, having you as my husband." John said.
"I think I am the lucky one." Sherlock said and began walking.
"No, I'm the lucky one." John protested.
"No, I'm the luck-"John cut him off.
"I think we're both lucky." He settled.
"Yes." Sherlock agreed.
Sorry hug five:
Just before John fell asleep, Sherlock pulled him close and into a hug again. John sighed contentedly and fell asleep.
Sorry hug six:
While John was on the phone to Mrs Hudson, checking if she was alright Sherlock came up behind him and gave him a hug.
"Wha- Sherlock! Oh, sorry, Mrs Hudson, no everything's fine, Sherlock just surprised me with a hug that's all... yeah... Oh and Mycroft said that the repairs should be finished by tomorrow evening... Is there anything else you need...? Oh, don't worry about it-Sherlock that tickles... sorry again Mrs Hudson... okay... thanks for being so good about this. And sorry again for the inconvenience... okay... see you soon, bye." John put the phone down.
"Sherlock you completely embarrassed me. I don't know what Mrs Hudson thought we were doing." John said.
"Not good?" Sherlock asked.
"Bit not good, yeah, but its okay." John said.
Sorry hug seven:
John's limp was getting better slowly. But his legs weren't strong enough to stay standing when Sherlock decided to run at John to give him a hug. He sent them both tumbling to the ground in the middle of the living room with Julie, Nathan and Mycroft present.
"Sherlock!" John said from underneath his skinny and tall husband.
"What? I'm giving you a hug." Sherlock said innocently.
"Timing, though Sherlock." John said as Sherlock pulled away, stood and then extended his hand out to John who took it and Sherlock helped him up.
"Not good?" Sherlock asked.
John just sighed and led him to a sofa to sit down.
Sorry hug eight:
This time Sherlock hugged John from behind before they fell into a peaceful sleep.
Sorry hug nine:
Sherlock gave John a hug in the taxi ride home.
"Are you sure everything will be the same?" John asked.
"Yep. Mycroft obviously has installed new cameras in every room but the bathroom and bedroom. Don't worry, for the hundredth time I will take them down, maybe this time he will get the message and stop putting surveillance inside our house. And as for the bathroom, well I believe that that room was relatively untouched. I gave Mycroft all the information on our bedroom, so everything should be exactly as we left it before the explosion." Sherlock said into John's shoulder.
"Well, that's a relief." John said.
They pulled up outside 221B Baker Street and Sherlock led John in. They went straight upstairs and true to Sherlock's words, everything was the same. Even the picture of Sherlock and John on their wedding day in the same frame on the shelf.
All the equipment in the kitchen was newer, so it would work better, but it was the same so they wouldn't be confused as to how to make the microwave work.
The bedroom was the same; John even found his laptop on his bed side table. He turned it on and found that the new model did everything the same way, but it worked faster. All his files were still there. Sadly, the blog he had been writing and had nearly finished had been lost because he hadn't had time to save it, but oh well.
John turned to Sherlock with a smile and put his arms around his tall husband.
"Thank you. And you are completely forgiven. You will always be forgiven by me." John said and gave Sherlock a peck on the lips.
Sherlock smiled.
"So I don't have to keep apologising with hugs?" he asked.
"Yes... but I would still love a good hug every now and then." John said.
Sherlock smiled "Of course, love." He said.
Author's note: Well, that was a long one. Oh well, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please review, it means so much to me! Thanks for reviewing so far.