Warnings: Johnlock slash (Rating could go up), beta'd now, I'm not British, Bullying, Mentions of drug abuse, AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Special Thanks: Anne, my lovely Beta, who keeps reassuring me and giving me wonderful advice!
Sherlock and John were in the hospital for three (insufferable) days. By the time they have exited the establishment, Sherlock has made five nurses cry, three janitors angry, (When the nurses would bring him food, he would hide it from John and let it sit until mould started growing from it. When questioned why he had done such a thing, he mumbled the word experiment before bellowing "BORED!" in which he proceed to curl in on himself for a good sulk. The livid janitors did not see the brilliance in said experiment or amusement in having to clean up the mess left behind. Sherlock finds it amusing that they are still finding the experiments.) and one frustrated John Watson.
John wasn't embarrassed by his love, he was in fact mostly very proud, but he could do without the agitated whispers coming from the other nurses and staff members. So, when they finally returned home, both blogger and detective breathed a collective sigh of relief. The doctor told both men that the healing process would take three to four weeks and during that time Sherlock couldn't do any strenuous activity, he would have to drink plenty of fluids, get plenty of sleep, and eat a healthy diet. Sherlock ignored the doctor but John nodded his head diligently, already planning out dietary plans and rest schedules that will most likely be ignored by the wounded sleuth.
As they stepped through the threshold together, (Sherlock, then closely followed by John) they looked around and noticed Mycroft had kept his word. John's possessions now fill the empty crevices that were once conspicuous and mocked Sherlock, every time he viewed the bare places. John knows that without having to look, that each and every item would be in its proper place.
The pair carefully makes their way to Sherlock's room in order for him to change out of his gross-smelling hospital clothing and into his silken pajama bottoms and his dressing gown. John helps him out of said disgusting clothes with red stained cheeks and eyes firmly locked on the plain wall in order to give his love some privacy. When the clothes have been replaced without to much embarrassment, John leads Sherlock back out and into the living room.
He carefully lays Sherlock down on the sofa and then walks into the kitchen to prepare tea. He takes two mugs down along with two tea bags, fills the kettle with water and sets it on the stove to boil. When the high shrilling sound is heard, John carefully pours the boiling water into the, tea bag filled, mugs and gives it a stir. He takes out the milk and pours the perfect amount into his own cup before doing the same to the other. Once the liquid has turned the right color, he removes the tea bags and measures out two spoonfuls of sugar into Sherlock's mug.
With two perfectly made teas in each hand, he takes both mugs out of the kitchen and into the living room in which he sets Sherlock's on the coffee table in front of him and gently helps the consulting detective up. When that has been accomplished, John sits in his own chair and sips his tea. Two sets of eyes gaze into the other, in a silent inquiry of 'Now what?'
Before either party could do anything, a knock sounded from downstairs and then there was a brief conversation before feet pounded their ascension into the stairs. Moments late Lestrade poked his head out behind the door and steps into the room. "I thought I'd stopped by and give these to Sherlock." He then steps forward and hands the cold case files to the gleeful looking detective. "I figured he'd be bored soon without something to- how do you put it?- 'stimulate your brain'? Anyway, that's all I really wanted. I'll be off." Lestrade turns as if to leave but John pipes up and asks the greying DI if he would like a cup of tea.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind. Black, two sugars, please?" John stands and nods and the answering "Ta." sets him in motion toward the kitchen. Lestrade walks forward and sits down in Sherlock's old chair. Sherlock then pulls his dressing gown tighter around his exposed chest and Lestrade shifts in his seat awkwardly. The silence feels oppressive and deafening, so, when John finally does return, both detectives sigh in relief as John inquires about the last football match. Sherlock watches contentedly as the conversation carries on without him. He picks up the case file and takes one last look as his thread-mate, small smile painting across his angular features, before delving into a case about a 70 year old man murdered in a pet-shop.
Time elapses and several cups of tea have been consumed. During the two hours, Sherlock has pretty much solved the case and was working on finalizing all the details in his mind, that is until Lestrade stands to collect his coat, which had been discarded after the first hour, and walks over to Sherlock and takes his hand saying, "I'm glad you are alright, mate." Sherlock nods, gives a small smile, before shaking the hand clutching at his own. Lestrade then goes over to the door and inclines his head, silently asking if John would follow him down. Without waiting for confirmation, Lestrade heads down the stairs to await at the bottom for the loyal blogger. A minute later both DI and Doctor stand at the bottom of the staircase, in front of the door.
With one hand gripping the door knob, Greg turns to John and says, "Listen, I just wanted you to know that I'm thankful Sherlock has you. I was there when he had his danger nights. I knew him at his worst. I thought he would never find anyone, because he never had anyone but me and Mycroft. I know the pompous uncaring arse, but with you he is like a totally new person. At one time I said he was a great man, but you make him good. I just wanted to thank you for sticking by his side and loving him. He needed someone like you."
John softly smiles at the aging detective before quietly whispering, "No. I needed him. He's the best thing I never knew I needed. When we first met, I had no idea when we first met how important he would become to me. He's my whole world. He brought me back to life and gave me a reason to live when I had given up. I owe him so much. I need him with me always." The only reply John receives from the DI is a firm embrace before the sentimental man leaves the flat with one last departing nod. John then travels back up the stairs to rejoin Sherlock on the sofa. "What did George want?"
"Greg wanted to know when you would be coming back into Scotland Yard. I told him it would be a couple of weeks at least."
"Hmm. You're lying, but I'll figure it out later. Now, I want to tell you what I found out about the case!"
That's how the evening ends. Sherlock's head in John's lap as John cards his fingers through silky benighted curls while Sherlock reveals each detail of the case and unravels marvelous deductions for his blogger. The occasional 'brilliant!' or 'extraordinary!' could be heard coming from the flat until it came time for bed. Blogger and detective lay down together with the hands connecting and kisses being peppered onto lips, faces, and necks. Two whispered "I love yous" are the only thing said before both men fall asleep, red threads glowing brightly throughout the night.
Notes: Here I am! I'm feeling much better! I plan to go back into chapter 11 and fix it. There was so much more I wanted to do with that but couldn't because I honestly felt so bad. I hope you like this one better. Fluff, fluff and more fluff! I look back on chapter 11 and then to this one, and it looks like a totally different writer almost. That's what a medicated induced haze can do to you kids ;) Sorry I'm posting so late... My mother is sick (with the same illness I had) so I took care of her. Oh, and before I forget, check me out on Rebecca E's blog. I did a guest writer thingy. Giver her much love! :D Here it is: .
Now, On to the reviews! :D
Kestrel98:I love you too! I'm feeling much better thank you! *hugs*
Randomplotbunny:I enjoyed writing for medicated Sherlock. I want him in my life always . I feel much better, thank you! I hope you enjoyed eleven. I plan to re-write some of it though. I wanted them discuss so much more, but I felt so bad...it didn't happen XD
DemonicAngel363: I thought so too! When I saw it on tumblr, I had a fit and I had to write it in. :D So props to whomever made it :D
TheMysteriousGeek2345:Some might even say 'high as a kite' lol. Jawn loves his Sherlock too :D I love their love I'm going to rewrite it. Some parts I like others... Not so much XD