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"SURPRISE!" came the loud yell from everyone as they jumped out. John jumped but laughed as he looked around. Al, Drew, Mindy, and Sandy were all there, so were Harry and Clara. They all laughed at his amazed expression. He smiled and tried to blink the tears back. Before he knew it there was a small crowd around him hugging him tightly. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy biirthdayy dear Jooohn, happy birthday to yooooou!"

"Thank you all," the doctor sighed as he wiped his eyes. He looked at them and smiled until they all started laughing. They all walked to the booth in the corner laughing with pints in hand. Hours later John felt himself smiling happily and talking with his sister.

"Tell me about what happened. Between you and your man I mean," Harry declared with a drink of her water. John nodded and frowned.

"I was at uni of course. I was walking between class and my dorm room which I shared with him. Then out of nowhere I was jumped by these three guys. They took my bag and looked through it. Then they threw everything on the ground. They stole my money. After giving me several bad bruises in all places, they left. I gathered all of my stuff together and headed back to my room. That's when it all went to shit. I opened the door and there they were, on my bed, goin' at it like there was no 'omorrow. I left and when I came back he 'cted like it never happened. Thought I had no idea that he was fucking someone 'hind my back. Thought that until I packed up all my stuff and left. I was so upset that I jus' enlisted and went. I didn' even think of you, 'cause I thought you were off having a good life and didn't need li'l Johnny to come crash the par'y," John explained looking at the table sadly. He frowned as Harry nodded. She hugged him tightly with a sad face.

"I love you Johnny, and I will always welcome you home no matter what," Harry responded with a smile. She stood and walked to the bar and came back with a lemonade and another pint. She sat with a smile until she noticed John's horrified expression. "Johnny? What's wrong?"

"Need to leave, now," he responded looking at the door. She turned and sighed when she saw a man with dark curls and a head of straight lighter brown hair.

"Just Sherlock and Victor. They're harmless," Harry responded with a frown. John looked at her in shock.

"You know them?" her brother asked as he tried to control his breathing. She nodded. "How?"

"They're ex-addicts, they come to my group every Wednesday. Actually, that was today. Guess they missed the e-mail I sent," the elder replied with a shake. He stood shaking his head. "John, what's wrong?"

"No, no, no. D-Drew, need help. Gotta go please?" the doctor pleaded as he looked for his friend. The darker man came out of nowhere and took his arm. Drew sputtered out a question which John couldn't hear for the life of him. He shook his head as his breathing became more frantic.

"Excuse us, this man needs some air!" he yelled loudly getting everyone out of the way. The small blond took deep breaths as he was led out. He sighed as they reached the cold air outside. "Shit John are you alright?"

"No Drew, I'm not. Harry's group that she runs, he goes to it. She didn't know, but he goes there. What do I do?" John sobbed into the taller man's chest. He cried harder as he felt his stomach stirring. He turned and held his stomach as he vomited on the ground. "Jesus, I'm a wreck. What am I supposed to do Drew? I can't go anywhere else. Hell, he'll just follow me won't he?"

"Hey, John, John, listen to me. You're a brave strong man, I've never seen you break on the battle field, and this still counts. So do what you never did before and lean on someone else. Sandy, Mindy, Al, and I, we're all here for you no matter what. You can always count on us," Drew replied hugging his friend with a sad smile. He looked at the door as it opened. The two men from before walked out and froze as they saw Drew and John. "What do you want?"

"Nothing from you. I want to talk to John," Sherlock responded. Drew shook his head as he held John tighter. "Let him answer."

"No, I want nothing to do with you. I thought you knew that from the note and the ring being left on the nightstand. Sherlock, you blew it. I'm done, I can't," John replied with a tremble to his voice. He looked at the ground then to the men a few meters away. "Just leave me alone."

"John, I'm sorry. I really am," the pale man called as the blonde walked away. John froze and turned.

"You never apologize," Victor hissed offended.

"I will for John. I'm truly sorry, and that's all I wanted to say to you John for the last few months. I'm sorry and happy birthday," Sherlock said with a deep breath. He turned and started walking away. Drew looked at his friend and felt his eyes go wide. Tears lined the blonde's face making him look almost childlike.

"My God, John. Go, you still love him, I can see it. Go get him before he's gone," Drew hissed as John let more tears fall. He turned to Drew and shook his head. "Go now. If you don't that bastard, Victor, will have won. Don't let him win. Go and get your Holmes back."

"Drew, thank you so much," John sobbed as he hugged his friend. He ran after the other two men. "SHERLOCK!"

"John?" the brunet asked as he turned. He grunted as the blond leapt onto his torso.

"Sherlock, I'm so sorry, I don't want you to leave me ever again and I don't want to leave you again. Please forgive me?" John sobbed into his shoulder. He felt arms wrap around him holding him to the lean body. A hard kiss was pressed to his lips as he took deeper breaths.

"I forgive you John. How could I not?" Sherlock responded. He put the blonde down and looked at him. "Only if you forgive me for being such an idiot. I should never have done that to you. you deserve someone better for you like Drew."

"Excuse me, he's my boyfriend. Get off of him," Victor huffed angrily. John sighed heavily and looked at the brunet holding him. "Sherlock."

"Victor, we're done. I've been looking for him ever since the day he left me," Sherlock replied shaking his head. "I'm not letting him go for anything in the world. Not this time."

"Sherlock," John cooed as he cupped the pale face between his hands. He leaned down and kissed him again. He smiled wider as he heard an annoyed huff from Victor. "Sherlock, can we go home?"

"Yes," the brunet whispered with a smile.

"You take care of him or I'll be after you," Drew called as they walked to hail a cab. The musician smiled and ran back to drew leaving John waving at the passing cars. He looked back and smiled when he saw Sherlock talking to his army buddy. He looked forward to see a cab had pulled off and was waiting for him.

"Sherlock! Cab's here!" John yelled as he climbed in waiting. His smile widened as the tall brunet joined him. After a short drive they were at a flat complex with Sherlock leading John to his. The door opened and the blonde smiled. "Just as I thought. A mess, so much like you Sherlock."

"I need you to keep me right John. This included. I am a terrible person when it comes to cleaning up."

"Among other things."

"Yes, among other things. John I'm sorry, please let me show you how much I missed you."

"That sounds promising. Sherlock, I am here and do what you will and want with my body," the doctor declared standing in front of the back of the couch. Sherlock smiled as he walked forwards and pinned John's legs to the couch. He delivered a searing kiss to the soft tan lips with a sigh. "Sherlock."

"John, I-I can't hold back," the brunet breathed as he lifted the smaller man to rest with his legs around the narrow hips. He moaned loudly as his neck was bitten.

"Sherlock, now," he choked as the pale man kissed and sucked his neck. He groaned as his neck was released. John sighed as he leaned back over the couch and felt his head meet the cushions. He groaned loudly as the other pushed two fingers into his lover and began to move them. "Sherlock, please."

"Very well," the taller declared as he pushed into the waiting body under him. Loud moans filled the room as Sherlock bottomed out. "Good God, you're just like I remember. God John so tight."

"Sherlock, Jesus, move!" John growled as he waited for any movement from his boyfriend. The brunet smiled and began thrusting quickly with no indication of slowing down. Loud moans and incoherent words escaped the doctor as he felt his prostate hit with every hard thrust. "Sherlock, Christ!"

"John," Sherlock chanted as he held onto the thick hips, using them to push himself farther into his boyfriend. "Oh hell, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

"Sherlock, apologize later!" John screamed as he was pushed farther over the couch. A loud shout echoed around the room as the shorter exploded leaving hot ropes of ejaculate all over his stomach and chest. Shortly after Sherlock followed with a shout and nearly fell on top of the army doctor. John sat up slightly to put his forehead to the other's with a smile and began panting. "Sherlock, you haven't changed."

"God, John, I love you," the younger replied with a soft kiss on the other's chest. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much, and I will never hurt you like that again so long as I live. I swear it."

"Oh Sherlock, I love you too. Now, help me sit up. This is killing my back," the older growled as he struggled. They laughed as Sherlock pulled his boyfriend up and kissed him. "I love you."

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