Here is chapter 21 hope it is okay :)

My Sherlock Chapter 21 – Not My John But Father Would Be Proud

Sherlock's POV

I woke as i felt my body being manoeuvred from lying down and into a sitting position in what i deduced was a wheel chair the second i started moving. I chose to keep my eyes shut until i could be sure we were in the lift. Then, i looked up at Mycroft and gave him a small smile to thank him for keeping his word. He nodded slightly to confirm that he had noticed the gesture then looked back at the cold silver doors of the lift. I heard a vague ping as the doors opened and revealed what looked like the ICU ward.

It was frightening, even for me. There were large machines everywhere and nurses rushed all around the rooms with worried looks on there faces. John had been in ICU after the pool incident but i had been there too and had not woken up until after we had both been moved. Mycroft pushed me through what felt like miles of corridors until we reached a small, private room. I slowly pushed the door open to reveal the love of my life. But no, this was not him, my John did not have tubes coming out from all over his body, my John didn't struggle to breathe, my John didn't have a large purple bruise covering the majority of his face but most of all my John didn't have a bloodied chest and didn't need help to stay alive. This isn't my John. I told myself this over and over to try and avoid the inevitable tears but eventually the fact that this was my John that was on the verge of death , and it was my John that i was so close to loosing, really hit home. The tears fell as the true seriousness and fear involved in the situation finally hit me and my head collapsed on to Johns lap as i held his battered hand as lightly as i could.

Mycroft's POV

As the door shut slowly on its old creaky mechanism i caught a glimpse of Sherlock at John's bedside. For the first time since we were children he showed his emotion good and proper. I felt proud as he broke down in tears. I didn't want him to be sad but i was glad that he had finally found someone who was truly worth the tears.

Finally, i thought, now i can return my thoughts to the other problems that threatened to complicate an already horrible situation. DI Gregory Lestrade. In only a few short sentences he had made more of an impression on me than some of the staff that had been working for me near on 20 years. He was... i don't know...he made me feel... just ... he had that sort of presence, I resolved. Much the same as Sherlock i rarely allow myself to get truly close to anyone, i just happened to be better at pretending that this wasn't the case. I even faked a happy marriage for five years for the sake of my father's sanity before he died. He had so believed that Sherlock would never get married and he just wanted to see one of his sons wedded off and so i obliged. Ha! Look at us now, Sherlock in a meaningful and lasting relationship and me, pining after a man i have met jus... wait im not am i? No he just impressed me with his... well his everything but still.

I shook the thought from my head and brought myself out of my rather embarrassing daydream to be greeted with an angry looking nurse.

"God you rich lot. Just stand there without a care in the world." She pushed past me and shouted back."Well, some of us have got jobs to do you posh twat."

I would say that I would be getting her fired but i liked people to have spirit and opinion and she had both, however misguided, plus i was in her way so you could say it was my fault...

But don't tell Sherlock I admitted that.

Another short one but next chapter is to be John and Sherlock's big reunion. Not sure how its gunna be big but i will find a way .. please leave ideas as it is quite likely i wont but i like to believe : ) haha