I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa, I was in the mood to write a cute Christmas fic but we're in the end of March right now so I went with the next best thing...feels :)
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"He defiantly will try to get us again…don't let him get to you."
But he did.
When Sherlock wakes up the next morning he notices John isn't there. At first he wasn't worried, he was probably out to get food Sherlock didn't bother with but then he got a text.
Roof top party. Your boyfriend and I are waiting.
JM
Sherlock stood there in shock for a moment but realized he had no time to lose. He quickly grabbed his coat and threw it over his pajamas and grabbed Shirley out of her crib. From the abrupt motion she began crying and Sherlock stopped at Mrs. Hudson's door pounding on it.
"Sherlock what's the matter?" Mrs. Hudson asked when she finally opened the door. Sherlock quickly gave her Shirley, "John!" he yelled as he ran out of the flat. He ran into the middle of the street avoiding the passing cars till he saw a cab. He ran in front of it and the car stopped with screeching tires. He opens the back door to an angry man in his early thirties on his way to work.
"Get out!" Sherlock barks, "Sherlock Holmes, this is important." He gets in and the man gives him a dirty look before angry exiting the cab.
"That is no way to get a cab Mr. Holmes! You almost got killed!" The cab driver yells.
"St. Bartholomew's now, lives depend on this." Sherlock ordered, ignoring the cabbie's remark. The cabbie turned his face and sped up the cab.
"Faster." Sherlock commanded.
"Do you want me to just fly over the cars in front of me?" the cabbie said, obviously annoyed, "I'm going as fast as I can."
Sherlock sat back and tapped his feet. At this rate they'd be at St. Bart's in eight minutes. Neither Sherlock, nor the cabbie said another word and the cab ride continued in silence.
They got to St. Bart's at miraculous speed, to Sherlock it felt like only a few moments have passed but it must have been the adrenaline. He gave whatever money he had in his coat pocket and ran out the door, when he got a phone call he was expecting.
"Hey." John said and it sounded as if he were about to cry.
"John." Sherlock said as he saw John step up to the ledge of the building, "What's it for this time?"
"What else could he want except to see you suffer?" John sighed.
"John turn around, tell him I'll jump, I'll actually die this time, that's what he really wants, tell him!" Sherlock frantically spoke.
"Oh brilliant Sherlock, I'll just step off this ledge and happily let you jump again." John retorted, "Take care of Shirley, you'll be an excellent father I know you will."
"No, John, you will live to raise her and see her grow." Sherlock promised.
"I won't. The game is over for me, I don't think I was even meant to be a player, I'm just a pawn, you and Moriarty are the kings, the game isn't over for you. Keep playing Sherlock," John said, "Win."
"Don't say that!" Sherlock shouted, "You are the most important person to me, the game will not end like this. Tell Moriarty I will get on that roof before he can escape, and I will strangle him, I will cut him open and make him eat his intestines." Sherlock growled.
"But would you really?" John asked.
"Anything to avenge you." Sherlock promised. John turned around for a moment and turned to face back down to Sherlock.
"I have thirty seconds left before his sniper shoots," He paused, "I love you."
"No John please don't do it." Sherlock began crying, and John hung up. He threw the phone to the side and spread his arms, falling face first off the building. Sherlock broke into a sprint to try and catch John before he hit the ground.
"John!" He screamed as he ran towards the building.
"John!" Sherlock abruptly sat upright in his bed. What? He thought, as tears streamed down his face. A moment later he realized it was a nightmare, he hadn't had one in a long time, let alone a dream, but that didn't stop his tears. John bursts into his room wearing a black T shirt and plaid pajama pants and his gun in his hand. He looks around the room for a moment before his confused eyes fall back on Sherlock.
"What happened?" John asked still on high alert.
"Nothing," Sherlock says and falls back on top his pillow, "it was just a nightmare." John walks over and sits on the edge of his bed wiping a tear off Sherlock's cheek.
"What was it about?" John asked.
"Nothing John it's fine. Thank you for coming, I'm sorry to have disturbed your sleep." Sherlock apologized and closed his eyes trying to show John that everything was fine, but when he closed his eyes he saw John's bloody body on the pavement and snapped his eyes back open, "Uh you should probably check on Shirley, she might be awake now." Sherlock said trying to change subject.
"Sherlock, you and I both know Shirley is quite possibly the heaviest sleeper, now tell me," John sternly said, "What is it?"
"You," Sherlock sighed, "I dreamt that you jumped off St. Bart's this time." John put his hand back on Sherlock's face and cupped his cheek, "After the fall, I woke up like that so many times. I snapped up out of bed, I screamed for you…" but you never came. John didn't say it but Sherlock new that was how his sentence was supposed to end. Sherlock held John's hand.
"I'm sorry." Sherlock sighed. John leaned over and kissed Sherlock's forehead, sliding his hand down from his cheek to his chest. He used his free hand to pull up the sheets and tuck himself under them next to Sherlock.
"Sweet dreams." John smiled and closed his eyes. Sherlock slowly wrapped his arm around John wrapping him tight in his chest. He would never let anyone harm him or Shirley. John's body was warm and welcoming, and Sherlock could feel John's heartbeat vibrating though his body. His heartbeat sounded more beautiful than any song he's ever composed, it was a sensation better than the one he gets during a case, Sherlock never bothered with religion but thoughts of heaven kept coming to mind. That was it, Sherlock had found heaven in John's arms. John shifted his head causing Sherlock to slightly pull away and look down on him.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked in a whisper, but John said nothing, he only smiled, "What?" He asked again and this time John's smile widened.
"I said that out loud didn't I?" Sherlock asked only slightly surprised. John nodded, "Yeah you did." John tilts his head and gives Sherlock a soft, slow kiss before resting his head back on his chest.
When Sherlock woke up he found himself in the same blissful position he fell asleep in, wrapped around John. John still hasn't woken yet and he uses this time to rewrap himself around John. When John starts shifting Sherlock closes his eyes pretending he was still asleep, curious to see what John would do. He feels John moving a little while longer before he hears him yawn. After that he feels a warm hand press against the side of his face, John's thumb moving in circles around his cheek.
"Sherlock," John coos, "Sherlock wake up." Batting his eyes open Sherlock yawns pulling a groggy façade, but when he looks at John the smile that crosses his face isn't pretend.
"Good morning John." Sherlock said with a warm smile. John got out of bed and headed towards the door but stops when he sees that Sherlock hasn't moved.
"Getting up?" John asks.
"In a minute." Sherlock answers and falls back to his pillows. John chuckles as he exits the room, and Sherlock turns to his right and sprawls his hand over to where John was just lying. He thinks about last night and how pleasant it was but soon in thoughts start to wander to random things he stored away. His attention was snapped back when John came back in the room with a tray of food in his hand.
"Well since you're so keen on staying in bed," John laughed as he set the tray on the bed and sat next to Sherlock, "I made some breakfast."
"John," Sherlock gasped, delighted by the gesture, "you didn't have to do this." John grinned as he scooted closer to Sherlock adjusting the tray's position.
"Shirley still isn't up so I thought we could have an easy morning." John explained as he began eating the scrambled eggs. Sherlock examined the tray with a smile, it was a light breakfast, which John had made while thinking about Sherlock. Sherlock wasn't hungry, he had a plate of fries last night, but he didn't feel right rejecting John's breakfast so he ate a little eggs, and six tea biscuits. When he finished he laid back on the headboard as John finished up.
"Gotta get out of bed someday." John joked as he picked up the tray and headed out of the room. Sherlock chuckled as he rolled out of bed, putting on his blue robe. As John began washing the dishes Shirley appeared to be waking up.
"I'll get her." Sherlock said as he grabbed milk from the fridge and put it in the microwave.
"Thank you." John said as Sherlock picked Shirley up from her crib.
"Good morning beautiful." Sherlock said just before the microwave beeped. Carrying her in one arm Sherlock got the warm bottle from the microwave with his free hand and let Shirley drink.
"It's been a long time since we got a case," Sherlock said as he sat down on the couch resting Shirley in his lap, making sure her head is still angled so she doesn't choke, "do you know why?"
"They could all assume you're still busy with Moriarty," John said as he dried his hands and made his way to sit next to Sherlock, "didn't really have the chance to write in a while, they probably think it's still going on. I could write a sentence or two right now if you're up for a case now."
"That would be marvelous." Sherlock grinned as John got back up to fetch his laptop. When he got it he sat down on his chair and opened it up.
"And do read it aloud to me before you post it." Sherlock called. Shirley finished her bottle and Sherlock set the bottle of the table and began playing with Shirley as John typed.
"The case with Moriarty is on pause for now, I'll fill you guys in later, but for now if you've been holding back on your cases, now would be a great time to come for help," John paused waiting for Sherlock's response.
"Wonderful." Sherlock called turning to face Watson.
"Sherlock is desperate," John quickly mumbled, "Post it? Okay." John laughed and he posted the entry.
"What? No!" Sherlock yelled, he set Shirley down on the couch and ran to John.
"I'm joking." John laughed.
"Oh," Sherlock caught his breath and began laughing with John. John's laugh abruptly stopped, "Maybe." He said. Sherlock took John's laptop and ran across the room while he read his blog.
"Where's the delete button?" Sherlock asked when John caught up with him and took his laptop back.
"There is none." John grinned.
"Okay," Sherlock nonchalantly replied, "I'll just post one of your love letters then."
"You don't know my email password." John retaliated.
"Sherlock is sexy sixty-nine?" Sherlock question and John burst out laughing.
"You wish!" John called.
"Eh, it was a longshot, maybe next time," Sherlock shrugged, "It's Hamish seventy-one."
John was silent for a moment, "Not anymore." He said before he began laughing again. They joked around for a while and returned to the couch to play with Shirley when there was a knocking on the door.
"That was quick." Sherlock said surprised that someone would answer in less than half an hour.
"Maybe they were already out when I posted it." John suggested as he opened the door. A tall, fit, blonde in black leggings and a grey baggy sweater smiled at John when he opened the door.
"Hi." She said with a polite smile.
"Hello," John said, "please come in."
"Sherlock Holmes?" She asked even though already knowing who he was.
"In the flesh." He answered, getting up from the couch.
She grinned, "Boy have I got a case for you."
The game begins anew.
Hope the feels weren't too bad I made up for it with fluff at the end
See you guys in the new year
