"John…" I said shakily. "John, please don't be upset."
John walked into the apartment slowly, his eyes flashing between Sherlock and me.
"Why are you here?" he said, staring Sherlock down. "You know you hurt her. Don't you dare say that you want her back." He said with a snarl.
"John, I only wanted to protect her." Sherlock said, standing protectively beside me.
John glared at Sherlock again, and then looked at me.
"Emily. Come here now please. He'll only hurt you."
"N- no…" I said, looking John in the eyes.
"Emily, don't be silly. You know what he's done."
"John, I didn't cry because he hurt me. I cried because I needed him. And I appreciate that you took care of me-"
"More like kept you prisoner." Sherlock muttered beside me. I nudged him and continued.
"I appreciate that you took care of me, but Sherlock is here now, and I've decided to be with him."
John was silent for a moment, but then his eyes glazed over, and he started to tear up.
"So, so all that about starting a family, and… and getting a home. That was all crap, wasn't it? You were just using me!"
"No, no! Of course not John. You know that I care about you, but… but I'm not happy here. If I stayed with you, I would be upset. I can't pretend that I'm ok, John. Please, just let me go." I said, tearing up as well. I tried to approach him, but he pushed me away.
"C'mon Emily. Let's go." Sherlock said, pulling me away.
"But… but I need to-" I said, starting to cry.
"Emily… It's time to go."
He whisked me out of the apartment, and we caught a taxi back to his place.
The décor was much the same as in 221B. It was a little more cluttered with Sherlock's microscopes, and skeletons, but I felt more at ease with his stuff surrounding me. After I wiped away any stray tears, I flopped down his sofa, and sucked in a deep breath. Sherlock walked up behind me, and pressed his hands down on my shoulders.
"You did the right thing, Emily. Don't worry about John. He'll be ok once he realizes that you're happy, and safe with me."
"I hope so."
He gave my shoulders a light squeeze, and walked into his kitchen. He came back out a few minutes late with a steaming cup of Peppermint Tea. He handed it to me, and we sat on the sofa, watching the rain bead off the window.