AN: OH MY GOD! I am so very sorry it has taken me this long to update!

You see, AS levels are eating my life right now.

This chapter has quite a few people's prompts in it. Thanks to all who reviewed on the last chapter, I hope you all had a great summer! Review and prompt peeps. Come on. It's my birthday!

Lily

I nearly had a heart attack when Sherlock told me what he was doing.

'Sherlock! What on earth do you think you are doing?'

The snort of derisive laughter travelled well over the phone line. 'Really John. Are you honestly going to be so childish about something so small?'

'It's the law Sherlock!'

I could practically hear the petty scowl 'You know Mycroft only got that one passed to annoy me. It's like the smoking ban all over again...'

I pinched the bridge of my nose and started to count to ten, my coping mechanism when Sherlock made me want to throw things at walls. 'Do you have any idea how many people I've had to pick up after horrible car accidents? Do you know how many fatalities, I've attended?'

He sighed again 'John, I...'

'And can you tell me what the common denominator was Sherlock?' I asked patiently.

He made a sulky noise down the phone.

'They were all talking on their mobiles at the time of the crash. Now put your phone down.'

'But John, it's only driving. Seventeen year olds can do it!'

'I don't care Sher... why are you driving anyway? I thought you said London has one of the best public transport networks in the world?'

I heard some indistinct mumbling about a case somewhere over the grumpy overtones.

'But can't you...' I took the phone off my ear and breathed in. I was carrying on the conversation and thereby letting him win. 'Sherlock. Put the bloody phone down. Now!'

'Oh for God's sake John!' I heard him snarl 'It's perfectly...'

A squeal of brakes, a muffled profanity and a thud, presumably as the phone hid the floor. Then the steady Beep... beep... beep of the dial tone.

'Sherlock? Can you hear me? Sherlock?' I asked, gripping the bottom of the phone as the panic started rising in me.

I quickly dialled again, at receiving no response. This number is unavailable at this time. Please...

Swearing I ran out the door, hung up the call and rang Lestrade. 'Hello John.'

'Greg!' I wheezed down the phone. 'I think Sherlock's been in an accident...'

'What?! Slow down John, do you know where he was at the time?'

'Camden, I think...' I panted

'Look, call Mycroft, I'll check all the reports, if I get any news before Mycroft does I'll give you a call okay? Where are you going at the minute?'

'I'm going...' my phone beeped at me, signalling another call 'Speak of the devil, Mycroft's just called me, I'll get back to you soon.'

I switched the call and carried on running towards Camden 'Mycroft, what have you got for me?'

'He was travelling straight through Camden along the Transot Road. There was a crash caused by the other driver, I'm sending a car for you.' Suddenly Mycroft's clipped tones went weak 'John... it was a bad smash... I don't know how bad he is...'

'I'll find him Mycroft, don't worry... TAXI!' I yelled, stepping off the pavement in my panic.

My phone rang again in my pocket. Lestrade.

'I take it Mycroft's told you where they are then? According to this report it's been police cordoned, that means it's bad John. I can't get down there but I'll keep an eye. Show the guy on the gate that police surgeon's ID I gave you last month, they'll let you in.'

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I bit my nails all the way to Camden and asked the cabby at least five times if we could go any faster.

When we finally reached the road Mycroft told me about, we found it closed off by the police. I jumped out of the cab before it stopped fully and ran up to the policewoman standing by the tape. I showed her my NHS and police surgeon's ID.

'Dr John Watson. My partner, Sherlock Holmes, was involved in the accident...'

The woman grabbed my arm and dragged me through the tape. 'We've got no medics in here, the ambulances are stuck in traffic, we need you to take a look at the casualties, only one. One of the drivers was DOA...'

I felt the blood drain from my face 'Which driver was it?' I squeaked, feeling as though I might be sick. The woman looked at my face and broke into a run

'We don't know the identities of either casualty sir.' She led me over to a man lying on the floor, in a spreading pool of blood.

'Will you be alright looking at him on your own sir?'

'Yes, yes fine... oh hell! What went on here?'

I found myself staring down at a man, spread out on the pavement. He was pale and completely out of it, a long trail of dark red blood running down his cheek and dripping slowly onto the pavement. Oh thank god! Was the first thought in my head. It was Sherlock.

He wasn't dead, but he was very badly hurt, and it was all my fault. I stood there a few seconds, watching the blood soaking slowly into his white shirt. Even when my medical instinct returned to me, I found that I couldn't think of this bloodied and broken man as my Sherlock without becoming insensible. I had to absolutely disassociate myself with him, he became just another patient to me.

He had a massive head trauma, a long gash over the bridge of his broken nose and part of his brow bone crushed. His wrist was bent backwards and a long gash stretching back from the palm of his hand.

'Oh Christ...' I muttered 'Why's this man been moved? You might have caused a serious spinal injury!'

'Sorry sir, I...'

'Never mind, just get me your emergency kit. Quickly! I'm going to need some help over here!'

I started checking the man's vitals, breathing slow and shallow, pulse weak. Getting weaker...

'Hurry, come on, I need that kit! And an ETA on that ambulance!'

A cadet had run up behind me carrying the kit. 'Ye gods, are you old enough to operate this stuff?' I asked her, frantically trying to stop the man bleeding.

'Yes sir, I used to be in st John, I'm a lot more qualified than most of them.'

'Good, can you start... stand by!' I snatched my hands away from him as his breathing became grinding and erratic. 'Kid, can you get the oxygen out? I think we're going to need to it, and rig him up to an ECG, quickly please!'

The kid and I managed to get him rigged up to the machine just in time for the bloody thing to stop registering a pulse. 'Stop the bleeding, clinical pressure, ok? I'm going to proceed with CPR, be prepared to swap.' I raised my voice 'I need a cylinder of oxygen over here, Now!'

I stripped my jacket off and fisted my hands together on the man's chest. Every time I breathed out, I checked the ECG. I found myself whispering encouragement to him and the world at large while the kid set the AED up. For the first time since I'd seen the man lying on the pavement I was thinking of this man as Sherlock. And begging for him to live. Come on Sherlock, Make it back... I can't do this without you...

'AED ready sir!'

'Come on then Kid, hook him up.' She hooked him up to the wires coming out of the little machine and pressed the charge button. Shock advised... please stand clear... Shocking...

The body convulsed and we both glanced at the ECG. Nothing. I went back to pounding on his chest, while the machine was charging up.

Please stand clear... he convulsed again, and took a breath, his eyes opening wide. I stopped staring at the gasping man on the floor.

'Sherlock?' I whispered, he wasn't conscious but he was definitely alive. It was at that point that the ambulance chose to come wailing into the cordoned off area. I barely noticed, I was watching Sherlock's chest rise and fall with the breaths he was taking. On impulse I pulled the kid towards me in a hug, 'He's alive kid, we saved him!'

The kid was crying as the crew pulled out a stretcher and proceeded to get Sherlock into the back, eventually one of them grabbed me by the elbow and pushed me into the ambulance. Eventually one of the technicians came and sat beside me, talking to me and trying to explain what was going on.

All I ended up replying was 'Yeah, piece of cake.' I was simply watching the soft rise and fall of Sherlock's chest and just appreciating it. He was definitely breathing. I hadn't lost him.

AN: Sherlock was lying. London has crap personal transport. Anyway, I'm sorry about being so long updating. College and life started and now I'm having an ongoing scary moment at the doctors, so I'm very sorry. But please forgive. And review.