You need to leave. Now. -MH
Sherlock looked down at his phone.
"Dammit, Mycroft. John. How are you feeling? Nevermind, we will get a doctor on the plane. We need to run. Now."
"Sherlock, what?"
"There was a reason I stayed away. Do you think I wanted to be away from you? I have just risked both our lives, ironically, to save our lives, but now we must run."
"Sherlock, I-" Sherlock cut him off by pulling him off the bed and running. John was so confused, but so happy that Sherlock was back that he didn't ask anymore questions. They ran into a field and boarded a plane where Mycroft was drinking tea.
"Cutting it a bit close as usual, dear brother. How do you do, Dr. Watson?"
"I, uh, what?" John spluttered. As per usual, anything to do with the Holmeses was very confusing.
"If you make your way to the back of the plane, Dr. Evans will see you now. Sherlock, a word." John gripped Sherlock's arm tightly, shaking his head quietly.
"Mycroft, It can wait. I will be with John for the moment."
"I'm not going to leave you, Sherlock. I haven't seen you for months. You can't leave me now." John said quietly. Sherlock shook his head"I'm not going anywhere, John. I'm just going to talk to Mycroft about something I'll explain to you later. Go see the doctor." John stood still
"You're not going to jump off the plane, are you?" Sherlock laughed until he realised John was being serious.
"I promise I won't jump off the plane, John. Now go see the doctor."
"You better not." John said firmly before he turned around and left.
"Sherlock, he cannot be here. You are putting both your lives at risk."
"Obviously his life was at risk when I was gone, Mycroft."
"Sherlock, this will not end well."
"I am aware of that Mycroft, but I can't just leave him, not again. I promised."
John came back just in time to hear Mycroft harshly say
"Well, then you'll just have to break your promise. He lost you once, he can lose you again. And this time, dear brother, you must do it properly. No softening up and giving him clues."
Sherlock heard the gasp behind him, and watched as John slank down against the wall.
"You promised, you're here. I can see you, I can feel, and you promised."
"Shit, Mycroft! Don't you have a heart?"
"No, and you used to not have one either." Mycroft said coldly
"I am not leaving him, Mycroft! Look at what has happened to him when I was gone!" He shouted. He closed his eyes for a few seconds then stared directly at Mycroft.
"Look at what has happened to me when I left him."
Sherlock rushed over too John, quickly putting his arms around the man, shuddering when he realized just how skinny John had become.
"I promised, and I will keep it, John. Don't worry, John. I'm here right? You can feel me, and I feel you. We are both here. We are both alive and here, John." John stood up and tried to regain his composure.
"Right then. Is someone going to tell me why I- Why we're here?" Mycroft started to talk, but Sherlock cut him off
"Excuse me, but I will be doing the explaining, Mycroft."
"John, Moriarty has a very loyal network." John nodded
"Yes, I know that much for myself thanks.
"And to put it very simply, they are trying to burn out my heart. Namely, you. But I won't let that happen."
Sherlock pulled John into a tight hug, John clinging on to Sherlock's shirt just to make sure he was real. They stayed like that for a few moments until John broke the silence
"God, Sherlock have you eaten at all?" Sherlock nodded. "It doesn't look like it." Sherlock smiled sadly
"I did tell you that I'd be lost without my blogger."
"But wait, what do you mean? They're trying to burn out me?" Sherlock smiled
"Burn out my heart. And my heart is you." John suddenly forgot how to breathe.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"John, I care for you. I have always cared for you. You are the first, the only person to make me feel...sentiment. I could spend years talking and I wouldn't even begin to cover everything I feel for you. In short, I love you."
John didn't know how to respond. So he did the best he could and simply said
"I-I love you too." Sherlock smiled and slowly leant in and kissed John. Claimed him. Claimed him for his own. His heart was singing. John Watson loved him! John was his and he was John's. John wished that the moment would never end.
They broke apart when an announcement was played over the sound system
"We have landed. Prepare to depart."
Mycroft's car was taking them to Baker Street
"Has Sherlock explained everything, John? Now do you understand, why you cannot keep in contact?" asked Mycroft. John shook his head
"I will fight. I will fight alongside Sherlock for as long as we have to." Mycroft sighed.
"It's not safe, John!"
"Fighting in the army wasn't safe either, but I did that! This is just another adventure." John smiled
"You could die, John. I believe that that is not an adventure!"
"Every adventure has risks." They had arrived at 221B and were standing at the door.
"John, my brother cares deeply for you and I care about him. Can you even begin to imagine how he will feel if he has to stand over your bleeding body? If he has to see you dead?" Mycroft persisted
"Mycroft! Don't say-" Sherlock started but John cut him off.
"Yes, actually. I can." He said quietly. Mycroft's eyes grew wide with understanding.
"But that will never happen, John." Sherlock said firmly
"Don't you mean, it will never happen again?" John said coldly.
"John, I-" John walked into the apartment and slammed the door.
