Chapter 7
"You, need to get out of those wet clothes, you're going to get hypothermia." Sherlock frets, starting to unzip John's water sodden coat.
"I can get it myself you know." John says quietly, more than a little amused. He can't seem to wipe the grin off of his face. Sherlock doesn't let him though, and John is glad. He doesn't want Sherlock to see how much his hands are shaking.
"There." Sherlock says with a flourish, wringing out John's jacket and laying it on the stones to begin drying out. John shivers involuntarily and tries to hide it from Sherlock but fails miserably.
"Here. Come here, I'll make sure you're warm." Sherlock says in a demanding tone. John sighs in defeat and scoots from his patch of grass to Sherlock's. Sherlock smiles and pulls off John's sweater and then his t-shirt until he has nothing left on besides his pants, jeans, and his boots. John is getting really red in the face and Sherlock simply says,
"There is no one around to see, and even if there were, I wouldn't care." Sherlock takes one arm out of his coat and gives one side to John. They have to coordinate to get the buttons buttoned up but eventually they get there and they lay back in the grass, sharing body heat and a coat.
"So, how did you manage to not get shot?" Sherlock mused. "Because there were no gunshot wounds anywhere but your coat was absolutely soaked in blood."
"Well, here's the tricky part. I'm not entirely sure myself, all I know is that I truly believed that I had been shot, and I had a flashback- to the war." John paused, nervously licking his lips. "I think that that kid jumped in front of the bullet for me. Why? I have no idea." John quietly contemplated this relavation when suddenly Sherlock kissed the top of John's head an murmured,
"It's all gone and done now, let's forget about it for a while." John could feel the heat building in his cheeks again. "For now, let's go home. Lestrade should be here any minute to take us back to London."
"Yes, home, 221b Baker St." John said softly, closing his eyes and laying his head back in the grass.