"Where's John?", Sherlock asked to Lestrade. They had just saved John out of the well and medics rushed to the both of them. John was taken to an ambulance and Sherlock was told to talk to some officers.
"He's over in that ambulance", Greg pointed out.
"Thanks Greg. Look after Mycroft okay? He's not as strong as he thinks he is".
Slightly stunned, Greg smiled and said "Of course. Look after John".
Sherlock strode off to the ambulance to hear a familiar voice shouting. "No please I don't need a sedative, I'm just cold. Please leave me alone".
"You heard him. Shoo.", he ushered the medics away and climbed into the ambulance. John was sitting on the floor of the ambulance next to the bench huddled in blankets. He was cocooned in blankets so sitting on the bench wouldn't have been comfortable anyways. Sherlock grabbed two other blankets, wrapped one around himself, dropped down to the floor and put the other one across the two men. They both sat with their backs to the trucks wall, legs stretched out, gently touching one another.
Once sat down, the detective spoke. "Hello, John. How are they treating you?", he asked in a manner that suggested nothing unusual had just happened. John snorted in response. "I'm okay. Just a little cold".
Sherlock shifted and put his hand underneath the layers of blankets to rest on John's waist, he pulled him closer.
"How are you, Sherlock?".
"I'm okay, John".
"You're not okay", John said quietly as he leant his head onto his shoulder.
"No, I'm not okay. But I have you John, so it'll be okay".
"You're being sentimental", John teased.
"I did just get tortured by my psychotic sister, I think I can be sentimental for a moment. Do you want me to stop hugging you?", he teased back, retracting his hand.
"No, no I was kidding. You know I was kidding".
"Yeah I know", he rubbed his back gently.
"Actually could you remove your hand?", John asked.
"Oh right, sorry", Sherlock coughed awkwardly and took his hand away resting it on his leg. His nerves were relieved almost immediately as John took his hand and laced their fingers together. He budged over to Sherlock a little. He put his leg over his, wrapping them ever so slightly so that he could rest his head on Sherlocks chest more comfortably. Once in his desired position he sighed and Sherlock dropped his head into Johns head in response. Their intimate moment together was short lived, a familiar voice approached the vehicle.
"Hello boys, glad to see you're alright. John how are you doing? Not going to get hyperthermia?"
"I'm okay, Mycroft. No, I shouldn't get hyperthermia. Thank you".
"Good to hear. Sherlock, glad to see you're alive", he smiled despite his voice sounding like a mockery he was deeply relieved. "Likewise, Mycroft. Going home with Lestrade?"
Mycroft smiled again but this time it was one of those scary menacing ones, fear. "Yes I am. I see you and John finally admitted your feelings", he said as he tried to subtly gesture to their intimate position. Sherlock was about to respond with something snarky but John got there first. "Yes Mycroft, we're in love. Now go to Greg, he loves you back. I know you need him".
Mycroft's eyes widened then he stiffened and gave a nod to the two men sitting on the floor and was off. John snuggled deeper into Sherlocks chest. Neither of them spoke, John knew what thoughts were going through his mind so he decided to use the last of his energy to answer them.
"Yes I am actually in love with you. I've felt this way for years but there was never the right time to tell you. I realised your feelings after the Magnussun thing. Now I'm tired and I'd like to sleep before we get to the hospital. We can talk when I don't feel like shit", with that he inhaled Sherlock's lovely scent and closed his eyes to drift off into sleep.
Sherlock remained silent for a few minutes, soaking in all of the new information. He was jolted out of his thoughts when the ambulance started moving. He placed a tender kiss on John's head, "I'm in love with you too".