A/N: Yeah I know sorry again. BUT HERE CUTESY JOHNLOCK. Prompt 10: Years
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Dedicated to my dear friend Brooke… or Broccoli. Love ya!
Saved
Water. So much god damn water and it was so heavy. John couldn't fight the oncoming blackness as he sunk down towards the lake bottom. Lung filling with water, he watch as the comforting daylight slipped away and John wondered if the last thing he would ever hear was Sherlock's panicked cry when the drug dealer they were chasing shoved John into the canal next to them. As he was giving into the idea of a watery grave, a strong hand clasped around his own, and the last thing he saw before his eyes slid shut was Sherlock's long coat billowing around his as he swam back to the surface, dragging John along
"Come on, John. You're not going to die. Not like this," Sherlock's voice was low and fevered with anxiety as he dragged John out of the water. Laying his best friend down on his back, he began chest compressions, watching as the water trickling out of the blogger's lips. He tilted John's head back, pinched his nose and breathed once, twice into his mouth before continuing chest compressions. One, two, three, four, five. Breathe, one, two. Chest, one, two… Come on John. Come on. Please. There was a coughing and spluttering and John's eyes flew open as he retched. Rubbing his back, Sherlock helped John to sit up so that he could cough up all the water. After he had, John turned his blue eyes on Sherlock's grey ones and croaked,
"You saved me. Thank you." Sherlock's chest was tight as he spoke,
"Of course I did, John. Now we must return home for we will catch pneumonia if we don't get changed." As he turned away from John, who was grumbling that he was a doctor, you know, Sherlock permitted himself a small smile. He had saved John. Saved his blogger and the only person whom he could ever call a friend. Saved him for the years to come