A/N: Hey Luna here, sorry it has been a while since I have posted. I was struggling a bit between what is the next move as well as studying for classes. I would like to say thank you to everyone who has read it and the people who are following! Without further ado here's chapter 2!

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Chapter 2: Frozen Pipes and Flashlights

P.O.V: Sherlock Holmes

After Watson had retired to her bedroom Sherlock stayed up. He wanted to make sure that she got rest and did not try to sneak her way down to get her tea. He kept on listening for any signs of distress. He occasionally heard the floors creak from her toss and turn. It had been approximately four hours. He stayed up for the sole purpose to wake her up. He had also read that you should wake the person every so often to make sure that they are responsive.

As he made his way to her bedroom he wondered how he should wake her. He did not think that his usual tactics would be of good use here. He soon found himself in front of her door, still wondering how he was going to wake her up. He decided that the simple act of gently shaking her awake would be the best pursuit. It was the more likely to cause the least amount of stress option.

He gently opened up the door and eased his way into her room. He walked over and placed his hand gently on her shoulder and shook her lightly.

"Watson, wake up," he said while shaking her. She moaned out an inaudible string of words.

"What do you want Sherlock?" she managed to get out. Her eyes were still closed and she remained on her stomach.

"Just checking to make sure that you do not require hospital attention."

"I told you that I'm fine. I just need sleep," she mumbled the last part.

Satisfied, Sherlock left the room so she could sleep.

The next day the brownstone felt exceptionally chilly. As beautiful of a place as it was, it can get a bit drafty. After a moment Sherlock found himself thinking about Watson, would this be too cold for her? He couldn't remember a time when he had thought of others without there being a cause and effect relation. He shook it off and went to stoke the fireplace. After he fixed up the fireplace he heard his phone go off.

Ice pack or frozen vegetables please.

It was from Watson. He figured that she must be in a significant amount of pain to not be able to come downstairs herself to get the item. Taking note that they had no ice packs, he decided to make a temporary one. He placed a bunch of ice in a freezer bag and sealed it. He went upstairs with the requested item and stood at her door wondering what the best course of action was. The sliver of worry was still there and it was slowly growing as well as a hint of concern was taking root. Sherlock decided he didn't have time to think about something as trivial as emotions at the moment. He knocked on her door.

"Are you decent Watson?" he asked as he opened the door and walked in. She was still lying on the bed on her stomach. He walked over to her and placed the homemade ice pack on her bedside table. She glanced at the pack then back at Sherlock.

"You asked for an ice pack so I made you one. At least with this I don't have to worry about the vegetables thawing and going bad."

"Thank you," she murmured as she attempted to sit herself up. Sherlock felt like he should offer to help, but he wasn't sure quite sure how with this new found concern taking root inside of him. He wasn't sure where the line was for him. Watson would fix him up and make him tea to help him get better. But a reverse companion relationship, Sherlock wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.

"If you need anything I am here to assist you in a rapid recovery," he said. She gave a small smile.

While he was sifting through some cases Sherlock got a message from Captain Gregson requesting his and Watson's assistance. He wanted to go, just so he doesn't have to remain in the brownstone, but that concern and worry that was growing didn't want to leave Watson alone in the brownstone.

He goes upstairs and walks into Watson's room.

"Watson, the Captain has just notified me that there is a case that is in need of our assistance. Since you are unable to go I have decided to go," Sherlock said. Watson looked at him for a moment.

"If you need an extra opinion I'll be here," she said. He nodded. He stood there only a moment more before he told himself to leave the room.

P.O.V: Joan Watson

Joan decided that maybe a hot shower would help relax the sores in her body. She was enjoying the quiet of the brownstone, something she rarely did without the concern of what Sherlock was doing that was keeping him quiet. She felt the difference in the brownstone when he wasn't there.

"Ah!" Joan screamed as she fumbled with the faucet of the shower. Her nice hot shower had suddenly taken a turn for the worse and turned shockingly ice cold. She moved as quickly as her body would let her and got dressed to keep herself from getting sick. She was blow drying her hair when it suddenly stopped and the lights went out.

"This. Cannot. Be happening right now," she said with a sigh as she hung her head. She finished towel drying her hair as best as she could before she made her trip to try to find the circuit breaker and boiler. She looked around her room for a flashlight and found one. She then made her trip downstairs and thought to check the kitchen to see if the circuit breaker was there. Not exactly too sure she decided to text Sherlock.

'Where circuit breaker?'

'?' was the response she got back from him.

'Power is out'

'Basement'

She really did not want to make the venture down to the basement but it looked like she had no choice. She made her way carefully to the basement. He has so much stuff down here, she thought. As she tried not to fall…again. She made it to the floor without any mishaps and was looking for the circuit breaker. She found the boiler and realized she hadn't the faintest idea of how to fix it. This was a useless trip. I might as well just wait until Sherlock is back, she thought. She was freezing by the time she was out of the basement, the brownstone had grew cold pretty fast.

P.O.V: Sherlock Holmes

"Watson, I have brought some of the case files back for us to work on. I see that you did not succeed in finding the circuit breaker," he said as he turns on his phone's flashlight. "Watson!" he screamed after not hearing a response. He goes upstairs to her room and opens the door to find her sleeping. He let out a sigh that he did not know that he was holding.

He went downstairs to investigate the broken circuit breaker and broken boiler. Sherlock thought to himself as to the possible reason for his worry. He never wanted to imagine Watson being hurt. Hurt in a way that caused her to go to the hospital. He wouldn't admit it to her but he was glad that she didn't have to go to the hospital. That was a thought that he did not want to have. He managed to fix the electricity but he was probably going to have to call in a favor for the boiler, which meant that they won't have heat for a while.