Watson's Stubborn Child
John watched sleepily as he saw the cab pull up. He had heard Mycroft's message after falling asleep. When he didn't see Sherlock rush out like he usually did, he rushed out to the cab. When he opened the back door, he saw Sherlock, passed out on the seats.
"Oh Sherlock…" What did u do" John said to himself. He started to pull Sherlock out of the cab. Sherlock awoke with a start. Sherlock drowsily struggled to get up as Watson pulled him out. John pushed Sherlock to lean on the door while he paid the cab driver. When he drove away, John put his arm around Sherlock to support him. John opened the flat door and dragged Sherlock up the stairs
"Good Heavens! What happened?" Ms. Hudson called up the stairs as John pulled Sherlock up the last steps
"Nothing to worry about, Ms. Hudson! He'll be fine after a good night's rest" John yelled as he pushed the door open. Sherlock was awake now and was struggling for john to let go of him. Ms. Hudson nodded her head and "whispered "oh dear' as she headed back in her room.
John managed to get the door shut again, and threw Sherlock onto the couch. As soon as he was pushed on, Sherlock fell on his side.
"Joh…John…" Sherlock murmured. John turned around and rushed to help him up. He leaned on the wall as john sat next to him.
"Try to sit still. I need to see what happened here" John said to Sherlock as he put his hands on his neck to check pulse.
"No...NO. Get your hands…off me" Sherlock said childishly as he pushed John's hands away. As soon as Sherlock got John away from him, he tried to get up. John grabbed Sherlock arms and sat him back down.
John looked into Sherlock's blue-green eyes and scolded "Sherlock Holmes, I am your doctor, and you do what I tell you" Sherlock scoffed and looked away as he tried to get up again. John threw his hands in the air, grabbed Sherlock and pinned him down to the floor
"Your stubborn, you know that" John said harmfully "You're a drama queen. A stubborn child. Sherlock Holmes… STAY STILL!" Sherlock looked shocked at John and stop struggling. John signed, got his gloves, and checks his pulse. He saw a small hole in his neck, he touched it carefully. Sherlock flinched. John smelled his fingers and new exactly what happened.
"The only explanation is your brother drugged you" John concluded. He put Sherlock on the couch." There blood coming out of this, see?" he showed Sherlock the small drops of blood on his gloves. Sherlock tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't
"Low…Profile…" Sherlock murmured as John threw out the gloves.
"Hmmm?" John sounded confused. He brought his chair closer to the couch and sat in front of Sherlock. He leaned in closer. "Didn't catch that, Sherlock. Speck up."
"Mycroft… Low Profile…." He spoke in a slurred voice. Sherlock tried to say more but he fell over on his side and fell asleep.
John sighed. He put his teacup away, and sat back down.
"Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock…" He whispered as he grabbed his friend's robe and put it over him, "I might as well stay here. Can't have you going anywhere. You should be fine by morning." He looked at the clock that spelled 4:00; "Well really…it is Morning" John brought over his jacket, and put it on.
He watched the drugged Sherlock as his curly, black hair shined in the light. His tall body lay motionless on the couch. John sighed