Here's the last chapter guys, I am not going to lie I am sad. I hope you all enjoyed the story and I hope that you like this chapter. I guess I don't have much else to say. That makes me even sadder. I love you guys. See ya.
John sat on the edge of the hospital bed staring in some odd direction. He couldn't fully see out of his eyes yet. The edges were shrinking in like it was some kind of ink and it was being sucked out slowly with every wash the doctor does. He really had the urge to rub his eyes but he was ordered against it. He sighed heavily and lain back down. Just two more days, the doctor said, and they would be out of here and back at school. Oh how he missed school. It was so much better than the hospital.
"John," Sherlock said breaking John's trance.
John lifted his head and smiled in the direction of his voice. "Yes?" he asked. He was so happy Sherlock was there with him to keep him somewhat entertained.
He could hear Sherlock shuffling around a bit. "Do you want to take a walk with me?" he asked reaching for his crutches.
John shrugged. "Why not, maybe I could put a leash around you and you can lead me everywhere," he laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes genteelly nudged John forward. "Hey I'm blind you can give me some time to figure out where I'm going."
"John you know where you're going," Sherlock told him with a huff. "All you have to do is hold onto this railing and follow it down the hall. If you are going to hit something I say whoa, remember?"
"I not a horse Sherlock," John mumbled.
"And I'm not a Seeing Eye dog, let's go," Sherlock told him and walked out of the room.
John groped for the door handle where he knew he was going to find the railing Sherlock was talking about was. He made his way down the corridor where some nurses greeted him and asked if he wanted help outside. He was laughing on the inside because he knew they didn't ask Sherlock. Sherlock was mean to the nurses and doctors and basically called them names whenever the chance arises. He declined their help of course and just continued on his way.
He made it outside without tripping once, which was a new record for him, and started to find where Sherlock was. He could hear Sherlock laughing at his momentary blundering and he snapped his head in his direction. "Holmes, you better not be laughing at me," he told him in a stern voice.
Sherlock stopped laughing and watched as John stumbled his way over to him. He grabbed his hand once he was close enough to him and pulled him down to his side. "Isn't this beautiful?" he asked smirking.
"Ha, ha," John laughed dryly. He made himself snug in Sherlock's side and sighed. "It is a nice day though." He could feel the genius hum on his chest. He shut his eyes and was ready to fall asleep again he was so comfortable.
Sherlock tapped his forehead with his finger and woke him from his daze. "I can't wait to get out of here," he said through a yawn. "They have some really bad food."
John shook his head and laughed. "Like you eat," he said. "I'm laying on you and I can tell you that I have various cuts because of your razor sharp bones sticking out."
"Keep up with those comments and I'll leave you John Watson," Sherlock stated.
John reacted fast and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist and nuzzled his nose into his side. "Don't leave," he whispered.
Sherlock felt something stab him in the heart. He placed a hand on his shoulder and the other in the blonde's hair. "Don't worry," he told him. He kissed the top of his head and stayed like that for a few minutes.
John cradled himself further into Sherlock's side. He kissed his ribs and tried his best to stay awake, but he knew he couldn't fight it anymore and shut his eyes and drifted off.
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They were release from the hospital with little complaints. Well all the complaints were shot towards Sherlock; John was referred to as their little angel. John thought they should have been a little nicer to Sherlock because he did have 18 + stitches holding his leg together under his cast. But then again even if he wasn't injured he would still have acted like he did. The teen shrugged his shoulders and stared out the window of Mycroft's car.
He convinced his parent's to let him stay at school, and that they shouldn't blame Sherlock for anything that happened to him because quite frankly it wasn't his fault at all. He looked over to his boyfriend who had his leg hiked up on the nice seats of the car and was also staring at him. He didn't care he was just glad that he could finally see that stupid face of his.
John smiled and rested his head against the warm window. He closed his eyes and just felt happy. He felt Sherlock's long fingers lightly brush his that were almost covered by the cast.
They didn't say a word to each other the whole car ride back to the school. They were all stuck in their own worlds. Each of them satisfied with the silence.
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John helped Sherlock up the stairs making sure that he wouldn't fall if he couldn't get pass a step. It took a little longer to get up the stairs than if would have if they both weren't injured. When they made it up to their floor only a few people were lingering in the hallway. When they were walking down to their room a kid glared at Sherlock and another stepped up to him and told him, to just leave and that he was trouble to everyone. He asked John how he could be able to stand near the same person that got him kidnapped.
John simply blinked at him before saying, "Because I love him." They left the guy and continued on to their room. Sherlock couldn't contain the smile that was brought on by the statement.
They made it without anyone else coming up to them and making snide remarks. Once in John stared at the wall that had the map that Sherlock drew on it. "You were busy," he mumbled.
Sherlock smiled at the wall. "I didn't have a map at hand and I needed to find out where you were," he said.
"Can you believe it?" John asked as he took of his light jacket and dropped down on Sherlock's bed.
"Believe what?" Sherlock asked lowering himself on the bed.
John draped his broken arm on Sherlock's abdomen and took in a deep breath of his scent. "That even after you save a few people from being killed and risking your life while doing so people still hate you," he told him.
"What'd you expect?" he asked with a laugh. "Do you think they would have thought of me as a hero?"
John nodded and looked up and to his eyes. "It would be true," he said.
"John, there is no such thing as heroes," he said to him like he was shattering some kind of boy hood dream.
"That's what you think," John laughed, he lifted himself up as best he could and kissed the tip of Sherlock's nose. "Anyone could be a hero, even the great Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock rolled his eye and just kept his mouth shut.
"What are we going to do today anyway?" the blond asked trying not to yawn. He's been sleeping too much lately and he was growing tired of it. "Do you want to take a trip down to the library?" Sherlock didn't answer him. He looked up and noticed that the genius was asleep. "I'll take that as a no." He laughed quietly and figured if he was with Sherlock he wouldn't mind sleeping a bit more.
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"So Mr. Watson where's Mr. Holmes?" Anderson asked eyeing the empty seat next to John.
John glanced at it and considered telling Anderson what Sherlock told him to tell him but decided that 'Sherlock said he didn't want to see your stupid face anymore so he gouged out his eyes and is back in the hospital' would fly over well with the teacher. "He's still not feeling well," he answered instead.
Anderson glared at the desk before finally turning his gaze onto Watson. "Yes, he did have a rather rough week last week, didn't he?" he said with malice in his voice. "You both will have to stay after with me to make up lost work." He turned around and went to the board to start working.
John made a few dumb faces at the back of Anderson's head. A few kids saw it and snickered, John stopped the moment they did though because he knew Anderson would turn around and immediately think it was him doing something. Usually it was Sherlock but since he wasn't here John was his prey now.
"Is something funny Watson?" he asked with an overly polite smile.
John smirked, if he was taking Sherlock's place in class he better do it right. "It wasn't me, sir," he said making sure he put emphasis on the word 'sir'. Anderson hated being called sir.
Anderson set his jaw and was about ready to turn around when John raised his hand. "What?" he asked ready to lose his nerve.
"I can't write," John told him. "My left arm is in a cast."
Anderson sighed and rubbed his face roughly. "What would you like me to do about it?" he asked.
"Can you print me the notes for today's lesson?" he asked nicely, making sure to use his best smile. "Please sir."
Anderson huffed and turned back to the board with a stiff 'sure'.
John smiled feeling accomplished for the day. He could finally check 'Annoy Anderson' of the list of things to do. "Thank you sir," he said. He practically could here the stress lines forming on Anderson's forehead and he said a gruff 'you're welcome' without turning around.
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John walked beside Sherlock across the campus as they were going to the library. They were having a lively conversation about who left the most stuff lying around the room.
"No Sherly, you definitely leave more than just socks on the floor," John shot back to one of his comments. "What about your skull, that sits on the floor in the middle of all of your stuff."
Sherlock huffed and gave him a look. "Drop the nickname, just because my family uses it doesn't mean you're allowed to, and the skull likes to sleep there it's not my fault he barely wakes up," he said. "What am I supposed to do, just move him?" he made himself sound offended with the idea.
"Oh of course, we don't want you to go against the skull's wishes," he drawled sarcastically.
Sherlock stopped and gave his shoulder a pat. "I'm glad you see it my way."
John rubbed his face and sighed in defeat. He opened his mouth to say something when Jane ran into him. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed. "I'm so sorry John," she cried.
John looked at Sherlock who pretended he wasn't there and awkwardly patted her head. "What for?" he asked.
Jane pulled back and wiped her nose. She had a huge bruise on the side of her head from where she was hit with the gun.
"She was working with Moriarty and that's why she took you to London," Sherlock told him.
John stared at her with wide eyes. He was angry that someone he thought was a friend would do something like that.
"Let me explain," Jane said in a panic.
"Yeah I kind of would like one," John told her. "Come on cough it up."
Jane swallowed and shakily looked over at Sherlock then back at the blond. "Mr. Moriarty kidnapped my brother, he said no harm would be done to him if I helped out and got you to London without Sherlock," she explained. "You see I was only doing it to help my brother. After seeing what him being missing did my parents I wouldn't want to see what he being dead would do. I am so sorry that I had to do that."
John was silent through the whole explanation but Sherlock could see him softening with every word. John looked down at his feet then back up to Jane. "I understand," he said and walked away.
Sherlock had to work fast with his crutches to catch up with John who was speed walking towards the library. "Well you took that very well," he muttered when he finally caught up to him.
John rolled his neck and sighed. "I can understand why she did it, but I don't think I'll forgive her," he said. "You knew about her being involved?"
"Yes," Sherlock said.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
Sherlock shrugged and sat down in one of the library chairs. "I had a lot on my mind," he simply told him.
John nodded and sat down next to him. "Did you know when I went to London with her?" he asked picking at his cast. He didn't want to know if he knew because if he did know then he sent John out there as bait for his "game pal" to take.
"No," Sherlock broke his thoughts. "I found out the moment she was brought into the room with the other victims."
John nodded and sighed. He was relieved beyond belief. "That's great to know," he said looking up with a smile.
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School ended and everyone was all packed up and ready to go. John's parent's were waiting for him out in the car so he could have some alone time with Sherlock. They were sitting in the now empty room of 221 b alone waiting for someone to speak.
Sherlock took a hold of John's hand and squeezed it. John looked at him and smiled. "I guess we should get going soon," he said trying not to sound like he never wanted to leave Sherlock's side. "You'll make sure you remember to call me when you get home so we can work out some time together, right?"
Sherlock swallowed and looked down at the floor. "John," he said softly. He could hear John take a sharp breath in and willed himself to push forward with his plan. "Do you remember when Moriarty said he wasn't going to stop coming after me until he had me?"
"Yes," John said quietly. He didn't trust his voice that much at the moment.
Sherlock shook his head and looked John straight in the eye. "I think we should stop seeing each other," he told him quickly. "It would be best; if you're not around he can't hurt you to hurt me. I know that must sound selfish but it's not, I don't care if I get hurt as long as you're safe."
John nodded. "So," he started but then shook himself so he wouldn't get emotional. "So you don't me to get hurt, so you're going to hurt me by breaking my heart."
Sherlock raised John's hand to his mouth and kissed it. "A broken heart can heal, but if he kills you then I'll never have you again," he said.
John shut his eyes as the warm breath spread over his knuckles. "I don't think my broken heart will heal Sherlock," he said keeping his eyes shut.
"This is the only way to insure your safety," he said. "Surely you will believe that I don't want this as much as you do."
John stepped forward. "Won't he know that you still have feelings for me?" he asked.
"John, I've been hiding any type of emotion that I have had for the past eighteen years of my life I think I can hide them once again."
John nodded and stepped back. "Well, then I guess this is goodbye," he said swallowing the lump in his throat.
Sherlock leaned forward and was going to kiss him but John's hand on his chest stopped him. Sherlock at him with pleading eyes, he wanted so much to feel John's lips once more.
"If I have to break up with you then I'm doing it right," John said an edge to his voice. "Sherlock Holmes, I hate you."
Sherlock's heart broke as the words left his mouth. He knew they were fake words and meant nothing but he couldn't help it. He watched as John stalked out of the room slamming the door in his wake before he collapsed on the bed and did his best to hold back his tears.
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John sat in the back of his family car silently crying. He knew his mother was checking on his and asking if he was okay but he didn't want to talk to her or anyone else. He felt horrible, like his heart was being beat from the inside out with a bat.
He scrubbed his eyes with his sleeve and tried to calm down. He reached into his back pocket for his wallet and pulled it out. He grabbed the edge of the picture Sherlock that his cousin took for him with the intent to rip it up. His eyes caught sight of black marker on the back of it and he turned it around.
'John, I love you so much. I am sorry that I had to do what I just did. I miss you already. –SH' it read.
John breath caught in his throat as he read the last words that Sherlock had for him. He stared at the words with a small smile on his face. He couldn't rip it anymore; he knew he would never be able to. He flipped it over and stared at the man he was never going to see again. The greatest man he has and will ever meet and the only man he will forever love, Sherlock Holmes.
So that's that. I hope you liked it. Now I have a few things to ask of you. 1. I would love to see this get up to at least 100 reviews, if that will happen I will be extremely happy. Even if it's 'OMG I hate your story why do you write?' it still a review. 2. Now second and I do believe last, should I write a sequel for you guys? I have one in mind but will only start writing it if you guys really want it. If you don't that's fine that means you're satisfied with this ending or you just didn't like it. That's all I really wanted to say. Oh and thank you all for your wonderful reviews and you just sticking around till the end. I really do love you all. I wish I could hug each and every one of you. Now I'm going to go before I start crying. BYE GUYS!