Sorry for the cliff hanger. I own nothing.
"Oh Johnny boy! I thought that was you!"
"No," the blonde whispered as he walked faster. He could hear one of them following him. No doubt Trevor coming to rub it in his face. John took a deep breath and was prepared to run when he rounded the corner. He yelped as he came face to face with someone's chest and was on the ground. He looked up and sighed in relief. "Drew, oh thank God. Help me up and get me out of here."
"Are you alright?" the darker man asked as he pulled John upright. A swift shake of his head and they were walking down the street when John heard the footsteps again. He sighed and took deep breaths. "John take my arm and don't hold this against me."
"What?" the blonde asked as he looked up he was met with a gentle kiss. "Oh."
"Oh, hello," came the terrible voice. John held Drew's arm tightly.
"John, is this the guy you told me about?" his friend whispered. John nodded silently.
"Hello tall, dark and handsome, my name is Victor. Yours?" the man asked with a sickening smile. John hid behind Drew as he turned to face him.
"Drew, and I'm sorry, but not on the market," he replied with a smile. He felt John hold his hand tightly. "Sorry, but I need to take him home. You weren't supposed to leave without me John."
"S-sorry Drew," the blonde murmured. His breath hitched as he saw another shadow in front of Drew and hid even more behind his friend.
"Sherlock, this is Drew. Isn't he amazing?" Victor's voice sang.
"Yes, quite the looker. Who is that hiding behind you?" the deep baritone asked making John shiver. Drew looked behind him with a worried look. John felt tears streaming down his face as he clung to the tee shirt on his comrade's back.
"This is John, we were just leaving, have a good day gentlemen," the darker growled as he turned. He carefully turned and took John's hand. Suddenly the blonde gave an abnormally high pitched noise. Drew turned back to see the other man with John's arm. "Leave him alone."
"Enough, I know you two aren't dating. John, where have you been?" he asked with a frown. The shorter only looked at the ground sadly. He swallowed thickly before looking up schooling his features to a stern look.
"You should be able to tell with your deduction skills. I'll let you get one good look at me and you can use that. After you do, I'm leaving with Drew," the doctor responded with a sigh. He stepped back taking his arm from Sherlock and looking at him with a frown. "There's your look. Good day gentlemen. Drew, let's go."
"Right," the other responded and walked off following.
"Drew, how did you know where I was?" the recovering man asked.
"Went to Harry and Clara's to see you. Told me you went out on a walk. You always went on about your walks in the park so you would be at the park," Drew explained slightly worried. He walked in front of John to see his face red with anger. "So, that was him?"
"Yup," John responded popping the p. They walked back to Harry and Clara's to find a small lunch of sandwiches made for them. "Thank you Clara, you're too kind."
"It's no problem John. What happened at the park?" his sister in law asked innocently.
"We had a small run in with a certain person," Drew replied with a frown. Clara nodded sadly. "He seemed rather over everything. Course he also seemed like an ass."
"Yes, he really is," John replied with a blank stare. The other two looked at him concerned before he stood and gave them a small nod. "I need to rest. Sorry Drew, I'll see you again soon."
"Yeah," the other man responded dejectedly. He and Clara watched as the blonde made his way to his room. The doctor sighed as he fell on his bed and sobbed uncontrollably into a pillow.
"Stupid bloody Holmes," he cried as he beat the pillows. He sighed heavily as he walked through the corridor to his dorm room. He pushed the door open and sighed. Only after the noise left him did he hear the slapping of skin on skin. He looked in the room and inhaled deeply. He looked at the two young men in his bed for minutes before he realized and left closing the door. He ran down the hall, to the left and straight to Mike's before finally stopping. When he tried to open the door it was locked and he frowned. "Mike, Mike, please open the door. I need you right now. I really do."
"Yes, I know," Mike answered as he opened the door. His friend smiled sadly before fading to black and John shook his head. He looked around quickly before another door opened. He walked into his room with a small smile. Sherlock smiled and turned around. The blonde could see it in his eyes as he smiled. He thought he was fooling John. But then he came back from class that day to find that he was wrong. John had happily taken all of his possessions and moved out that day. All that had been left was the silver band Sherlock had proposed with and a small note telling him to forget about John forever. Then it all faded again. Sand fell as he ran from place to place until he found the injured and helped them. Then he saw Carter coming over the hill and drop as bullets rained down on him. John sat straight up breathing deeply as he looked around. Tears fell down his face as he breathed. Harry walked in quickly and hugged him.
"Harry, I feel so terrible. It should be me in that grave and Carter should be able to laugh with everyone else. He didn't deserve this. None of them deserved this," he sobbed into her arm. She shushed him gently rocking him back and forth.
"John, I know you how you feel, but you deserve to live just as much as anyone else. Just think if you died, I'd be alone with Clara. She never would have met you John. And I never would have found my brother. Clara and I are happy to have you here. We'll never regret having you here. I love you Johnny and that'll never change," Harry whispered as she gently ran her hand through her brother's short blonde hair. She looked down and smiled as she saw him asleep. She carefully left him and went back to her own bed.
Three months later.
"Johnny, wake up. You'll be late today."
"Right, sorry. No," John quickly sighed as he rolled over. He groaned as his shoulder ached. His feet touched the ground and he smiled slowly as he thought of going to work at the small surgery Clara suggested a while back. He ran and showered quickly before going down the stairs. He smiled wider as he saw Harry and Clara waiting at the table with toast and eggs. "Morning."
"Morning," Clara answered with a smile. She patted the chair next to her and he sat. They smiled evilly making John look between them curiously. "Well, you two should get going or you'll be late."
"Right, love you both. Bye," John declared hopping up and kissing their heads. He grabbed his jacket and left quickly. He smiled through the day wondering what made his sister and her wife smile so widely. When he got off hours later his smile had faded. A child had puked on him as well as an elderly man coming in to talk John's ear off. A text from Harry made him worry as he started for the tube station. He was on his way to meet his sister at a pub which spelled trouble until he walked in. He frowned as he saw no one around. "Hello?"