I'm sorry! I normally upload each morning but I had to be at work at 6:30a this morning so I didn't have time. Please forgive me!
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"Technically," Sherlock said firmly. "He hit John first."
"I'm aware of that." Irene said rubbing her temples as she stared at the boys in front of her. "But John breaking his nose is not good."
"I apologized." John huffed.
"I know you did." Irene answered. "I just want to know what happened."
Sherlock opened his mouth but Irene held up a hand to stop him, "From John please. He won't lie."
Sherlock huffed but turned to face John who was holding an ice pack to his slowly bruising eye. "We were sitting under the tree by the pond when Sebastian walked up to us. He started yelling and talking about Sherlock owing him a new video game or something. I told him to back off and then he called Sherlock a freak and I told him to back the fuck off. He hit me in the eye and I told him to get the fuck away from us and then he turned to hit Sherlock as well. That's when I broke his nose. He started crying and ran off. That's when the orderlies showed up and brought us all in here. I apologized because the git was crying like a baby but he just started yelling again. Sorry."
Irene dropped her face in her hands for a few minutes before staring at the boys again. She couldn't actually stay mad at them. As she watched Sherlock wrap a protective arm around John and lean into his side, she could only feel slightly awed at this extraordinary boy who seemed to capture the affections of Sherlock.
"Why didn't you hit him, Sherlock?" She asked curiously.
"John told me not to." Sherlock shrugged not looking away from the shorter boy. "I knew that if I got in a fight with Sebastian, John wouldn't be able to stay. I'd lose my privileges."
Irene shook her head wryly staring at this impossibly wonderful match. "You boys are giving me a headache."
"I am sorry." John said quietly. "I just…I couldn't let him hit Sherlock."
"It's fine." She sighed. "He technically started it and you were just defending yourself. We'll have to move you to a new room though, Sherlock."
"I'm fine with that." Sherlock shrugged.
"Alright." She said. "Get out of here. John's train leaves in a couple of hours."
They turned to leave as she called after them, "Don't get into anymore trouble!"
She collapsed back into her desk chair and took a few deep breaths before picking up her phone and dialing.
"So what is your recommendation, Dr. Adler?" The voice said as a greeting.
"I think it would be the cruelest form of torture to keep those boys apart." She said honestly.
"The codependency does worry me a bit." Mr. Holmes said hesitantly.
"I wouldn't encourage it for most people." She answered. "But they help each other. They protect each other."
"So, having Sherlock stay with Mycroft in London would be better for his recovery?" Mr. Holmes asked.
"Not just his recovery." She said. "I think it will make him a better person."
"Thank you." He said. "I appreciate you taking the time."
"Not at all." She answered. "Sherlock is a fascinating young man. They both are really."
"I do believe you're correct." He said, and Irene smiled catching the first glean of emotion in the man's voice.
"He discharges in a month." Irene said.
"Wonderful." He said. "I believe that my wife and Mycroft will be there to accompany him home."
"Fantastic." She replied. "Have a good day, Mr. Holmes."
"You as well, Dr. Adler." He said before hanging up.
She swiveled in her chair letting a fond smile settle on her features as she watched John and Sherlock lounge under the tree again. Sherlock resting on John's stomach as the shorter boy played with his dark curls.
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"Why exactly couldn't John be here?" Sherlock scoffed as they finished packing his bags into the boot of the car.
"Despite what you may think, Sherlock." Mycroft said, twirling his umbrella. "His world doesn't entirely revolve around you."
"That's your opinion." Sherlock said snarkily.
"Stop it, you two." Anna Holmes sighed. "We have a four hour drive. Could you please attempt to get along civilly for at least the drive back?"
"Yes, Mummy." Mycroft said obediently while Sherlock just snorted in reply.
Sherlock spent the time staring listlessly out the window. John had been mysteriously unreachable via text all morning. John had assured him that he'd be at the Manor when Sherlock returned but had been unable to make the drive to pick him up because his train back from London didn't arrive until early afternoon. John had elected to stay in London for the summer taking a summer job at a restaurant as a prep cook. It sounded incredibly dull to Sherlock but he couldn't really complain considering that John was able to travel up to see him once every couple of weeks. Sherlock couldn't wait to see John again. If he was being completely honest with himself, he'd have to admit that getting John alone for an extended period of time was his top priority. He was incredibly ecstatic every time he saw the shorter boy, but they were always being watched which was causing a frustration of a different sort. He wanted John so badly. He was determined to lock the blond up for at least seventy-two hours to satisfy his more carnal urges regarding the shorter boy. The idea sent delicious heat crawling up his spine.
Seeing the long driveway for the first time in a year sent a jolt of excitement through his body. He was practically quivering as his mother pulled the car into the garage. He leapt out ignoring the indignant huffs from his older brother and made a beeline for the house. He returned Mrs. Hudson's hug earnestly but pulled away quickly running up the stairs to his room. He took stock and felt a shot of anxiety at the boxes lining the walls.
"Deduced it yet?" He heard John's smug growl from behind him. He was incredibly curious about the state of his room, but he had his priorities after all. He whipped around and almost threw John against the wall. He let all of his frustration and need flow into the shorter boy through the contact of hand to hip, hand to neck, lips to lips. This was all he would ever need. This heat and security and happiness.
He smiled into the kiss as he felt John's body respond just as quickly as his own. They'd been careful about restraint while at the facility. It was much easier to restrict their caresses and kisses to slow, soft affection than to try to rein in their urges of more…intense…emotions. But there were no orderlies wandering around. No prying eyes of the other boys. And no insufferably smug smiles from that woman. There were only John's hands rubbing circles against his hip bones. John's mouth tracing a hot line against the taller boy's jaw. John's firm chest crushed against his own. Sherlock ran his hands through the blond strands and felt electricity skitter across his skin.
He groaned in frustration as John pushed back a bit fixing Sherlock with that adorable smirk. "I'm not going to get off with you in your room with your mother and brother downstairs, you git."
"Why the fuck not?" Sherlock whined. "I need you so badly."
John crushed their lips together again before growling back. "Don't say things like that. You'll make me come in my pants."
"Interesting." Sherlock said licking at John's ear. "That sounds like an experiment."
"Get back, you lusty stork." John giggled. "Care to tell me what you deduced from your room?"
"I'm moving." Sherlock rolled his eyes. This was child's play.
"Well done, genius." John said. "Where to?"
Sherlock glanced around and felt warmth flood through him as he turned back to the blond with a huge grin lighting up his features. "London."
"You'll be staying with Mycroft." John added. "Just a few miles from my aunt's flat actually."
Sherlock kissed him soundly effusing the touch with every ounce of excitement that was filling him to the brim. They broke apart as Sherlock's mother called to them from down the hall. "Boys! We've got tea and cake."
John had to practically pry Sherlock's hands off of him before hurrying down the hall. Sherlock followed grumbling but obedient. They quickly grabbed some cake and a cup of tea before turning to perch next to each other on the couch.
"I'm sorry boys." Mrs. Holmes sighed turning to look at Mrs. Hudson. "But we have a lot of business to discuss regarding the dinner being held here tomorrow. Why don't you get out and enjoy the sunshine while we talk?"
John didn't resist as Sherlock grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him out onto the grounds. They were barely three feet out of the door before Sherlock gripped John's waist and pulled them flush against each other.
"Fancy a swim?" Sherlock purred and smiled smugly at the shiver that ran through his John.
"Oh, god yes." John whispered.
They ran to the pond and stripped down to their pants quickly before wading into the cool water. John pulled Sherlock close and wrapped his arms tightly around the taller boy's neck. Sherlock felt his entire body flood with heat as the shorter boy took charge, pulling up and wrapping his legs around Sherlock's waist before moving his hips seductively. Wrapping his arm's possessively around John's waist, the taller boy sucked at the delicious skin just below the blond's earlobe. He felt tendrils of hot lust settle in his gut as John began to move rhythmically against his hips. They kissed and sucked and licked for what seemed like hours meanwhile maintaining that steady, rhythmic thrust of their quickly hardening cocks.
"Sherlock," John panted struggling to form coherent thoughts. "I want you…I need you to…god, why is it so hard to say it?"
"Say it, John." Sherlock gasped. "Please."
John seemed to gather courage around him before whispering silkily. "Fuck me."
Sherlock was fairly certain that he'd never heard anything more arousing and wonderful in his entire life. He motioned for John to drop down but kept a firm hold on the shorter boy has he nudged him backwards. They were just stepping out of the water when a dark chuckle sent a pulse of chill through Sherlock's veins.
"Fucking the pets, Sherlock?" Jim giggled. "Oh, how sweet. You're even servicing the crippled runt of the litter."
Sherlock could practically feel John's embarrassed blush radiate off his skin and the taller boy's heart hitched painfully as he felt John hide his scar from Jim's gaze behind Sherlock's leg. How dare he? How dare that insufferable useless prick hurt his John? And then, Sherlock felt something grab hold of his consciousness. It was pure loathing and it was directed at this sniveling little shit standing a few short feet away insulting the one person who truly understood and accepted the genius.
Sherlock glanced over at John to gauge his expression and his heart leapt with affection at the sight of it. His John. So steady and sure and brave. He wasn't cowering from Jim. He wasn't scared of him. John was standing relaxed but attentive. His gaze was sure and trusting. He trusted Sherlock. Trusted him to make the right decision.
And with that simple gesture of confidence, Sherlock felt grounded, solid, strong. He felt capable of anything if only because John believed in him. It was a rush better than drugs. It was clearer and cleaner and infinitely more exhilarating. It was love. Fuck. It was love.
Sherlock felt his entire brain short-circuit from information overload and resolved to spend the rest of the afternoon cataloging and relishing in this new revelation. He would begin straight away. He just had to get rid of this little pest first.
Sherlock completely forgot the fact that he was dripping wet and wearing only his shorts. He strode forward with purpose and adjusted his stance before slamming his fist into Jim's cheek. He felt a delightful jolt of pleasure as he watched the druggie at his feet wail and clutch his face.
"You always did underestimate me, Jim." Sherlock sneered. "I'm a very proficient boxer and, according to my therapist, I have anger issues when forced to interact with inferior beings. That would be you, of course."
"That's bullshit." Jim said wildly as he jerked to a standing position. "You need me."
"Oh, please." Sherlock said rolling his eyes. "The only thing I ever needed from you was a 7% solution. Now that I have more important things to fill my time with, I'm afraid you've become superfluous."
"You'll be back." Jim shouted. "You'll get sick of your little crippled mutt and come crawling back."
Sherlock didn't even think before shifting to throw another powerful punch at Jim's nose breaking it soundly and sending a spurt of blood down the psycho's face. "Don't for a second think I will hesitate to end you, Jim. And I am a bloody genius; no one would actually be able to identify your body."
Sherlock felt a fierce rush through his chest as Jim turned quickly and rushed away through the underbrush. He was breathing heavily and small tremors were running over his skin as the adrenaline fought against his parasympathetic nervous system. He let John direct him to a nearby tree and almost fell to the ground as his legs turned to jelly. At the feel of John's hands through his hair, he reached forward and pulled the shorter boy close resting his head against John's chest so he could hear that wonderfully strong heartbeat echo through his own body.
"How do you feel?" John asked quietly.
"Lucky." Sherlock whispered. "I feel so lucky."
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Let me know if that is enough payback for that little shit, Jim. I can always torture him more if you ask nicely.