I AM SO SORRY to keep you guys waiting..
Basically this is the end. This chapter wasn't what I originally planned to happen, so it's kind of a plot twist. I had a whole chapter written out for the original story-line but fan-fiction deleted it! So I decided to change it.
I'm sorry it took so long! I've finished my exams now (whoop) but I have a job interview on Friday (boo) so depending on what happens there may also affect if I have any time to write as much as I would like too.
This chapter hasn't been betaed as I wanted to get it done and completed for you guys, so if there are any mistakes, I am sorry!
John heard the distinct sound of a door opening below him. He listened as footstep graced the floor. From what he could hear John guess it was a single man, but it sounded too loud to be Sherlock. It must been Moriarty, John was right as he watched the other man's head come into view as carefully walked forward towards the end of the warehouse. Adorned in Westwood Moriarty, span around to face the door at the front of the warehouse. Unknown to John, Moriarty knew exactly where the Doctor was hiding.
The same door creaked open.
"Ah Sherlock nice to see you. It's been too long" purred Moriarty grinning at the detective.
John stiffened at the mention of his partner's name. He hoped that he would have got this personal mission over with before Sherlock arrived.
"Where's John?" calmly demanded Sherlock as he stepped towards his arch enemy.
"John who? Oh yes, your pet. Or should I say your lover?" stated Jim, his smile dropping at the end of his sentence.
Sherlock couldn't react. They hadn't told anyone about their relationship not even Mycroft knew. In that moment Moriarty had just shattered their safe haven they had created around themselves.
"The great Sherlock Holmes speechless" spat Moriarty his mood darkening into anger.
"Did you really think I of all people wouldn't find out? Do I look like an idiot? You should have realized Sherlock that you are mine and only mine" exclaimed Moriarty.
John was ready to take a shot at Moriarty just to end this nightmare. He paused as Sherlock's curls came into view.
"I'm surprised you didn't see the obvious Sherlock. Remember I will burn the heart out of you" spoke Jim. Moriarty then raised his hand and clicked his fingers.
It was a signal.
Two of his men bundled John wrenching the gun from his grip. He didn't even see it coming. He gave a small yelp as he hit the floor. Sherlock turned to see what was happening. He was witnessing the worst situation as each of the men dragged John down the steps towards their boss. The men dropped John at the feet of their master.
"What do we have here?" questioned Jim as he placed a well aimed kick into John's ribs.
John clutched at his chest and wheezed as Sherlock gasped in horror, he was about to aid John but another click of Jim's fingers signaled the men to pace towards Sherlock to hold him in place.
Although he didn't like to get his hands dirty, he made the exception in this case. He continued to kick John. The doctor took the beating as he held his arms up to protect himself. Jim then bent down to haul John up onto his knees. He looked into John's eyes as blood slowly dripped down his face. Jim pushed John's fringe back to view the whole of his face.
"This isn't easy for me to admit John, but I really don't understand Sherlock's attraction to you. You are mundane and plebeian. So this means we have a problem" mumbled Moriarty stroking John's cheek softly.
Sherlock simply stared at Moriarty unsure of his intentions.
Moriarty stood up straight as he walked over to Sherlock. Placing both hands of the sides of Sherlock's head he spoke quietly to the other man.
"Leave him and come with me. We both know our minds could be wonderful if we put them together"
"Only if you leave John out of this." replied Sherlock, hoping to face his partner rather than himself.
Moriarty grimaced at the sound of John's name but nodded in agreement.
"Boys terminate " ordered Moriarty clicking his fingers like a king. The men pulled John from the floor and took him to another room. Panic over took Sherlock, there was no way of getting out of this situation.
"That's not what I meant and you know it" stated Sherlock, heat rising from his face.
"John will be left out of it; dead. Then we can continue with our destiny" asked Moriarty stepping towards Sherlock to take his face in his hands.
Sherlock let himself relax into the touch and close his eyes for just a moment to give the impression that he would be compliant. Sherlock began to grin, and then smirk.
"What did I miss?" demanded Moriarty shaking Sherlock in an attempt to get him to answer quicker. Sherlock pushed the other man off of him.
"Put this way Moriarty, over half an hour I smashed my phone. Effectively cutting off the GPS signal do you really think my dear brother would have let me drop off of his radar" spat Sherlock as the other man gravely realized what this meant.
A shout of command outside filtered through the walls of the warehouse as armed men stormed the building, shouting for all weapons to be put down and hands to be put behind heads. Moriarty was the first to be cuffed, while Mycroft hovered by the door overseeing the operation. Sherlock impatiently waited for the men to clear the room that John had been dragged to. He just needed to know that John was fine and that it was all going to be okay.
Sherlock attempted to rush past one of the armed men but was held back as they brought the two men out. The blood and cuts on their knuckles relieved to Sherlock instantly their activities. Sherlock was more worried; the armed men still wouldn't let him into the room. From Sherlock's angle all he could see was an outline of a body, facing away from him. He knew it was John, he just couldn't tell whether the body was alive or dead.
"Ambulance for Dr. Watson, now!" called one of the men. All of Sherlock's worst fears were suddenly coming true.
Blue lights flashes across John's vision as he felt his body being moved with his conscious permission. External voices whizzed around his head as people tried to communicate with him as they checked his vital signs for life. Among all the commotion John recognized the familiar texture of Sherlock's hand gripping onto his. He blocked out all the other voices and centered his mind on Sherlock. As he focused he picked up the frequency of Sherlock voice. However he was too far gone to understand exactly what Sherlock was saying. The words were being over-powered by the sirens that surrounded them. With the only remaining energy he had in that moment, he squeezed Sherlock's hand back as he reluctantly let himself drifted into an unconscious state.
Everything hurt. His muscles felt stretched to breaking point and the clothes he was wearing felt heavy on his bruised skin. John hadn't opened his eyes yet, he needed thinking time to remember what had happened. The images his memory could provide were those of pain and beatings. Those henchmen were certainly handy with their hands.
The constant low buzz of beeping seeped into John's fuzzy mind. Heart monitor. He couldn't quite tell how many beats a second he was giving out, nor could he use what strength he had to open his eyes. He had to rely on his other senses to visualize where he was. John knew he wasn't alone. He tried to focus his mind on the breathing pattern of the other person.
He tried to fight the cloud of haze that was descended over him. Sensation was returning to parts of his body. Sherlock's hand on his felt warm, protective and comforting. However the dull ache of his injuries was just taking hold.
He let his hand tighten around Sherlock's hand. Just to let the other man know he was conscious. This earned a gasp from Sherlock, followed by the predictable questions of 'John can you hear me?' And 'Can you open your eyes for me?'. All to which John couldn't respond to, as hard as he try too.
Nurses soon stepped into the room followed by another doctor, all checking John over. Sherlock knew John would hate all these strangers touching him, especially after what just happened as well as his past experience of hospitals. He tried to keep in close bodily contact with John just so the other man didn't feel alone. The nurses gave John more pain relief as he groggily woke up from his medically induced sleep.
John's eyes fluttered open as the light of the room slightly burned his eyes. He blinked repeatedly letting his eyes adjust. He silently watched as the nurses moved around him. He ignored the staff as he observed Sherlock's figure.
Sherlock's brown curls were a mess as it stuck up in areas where he had run his hand through it in frustration. Sherlock didn't hide his tired face and the darkening bags under his eyes stood out from his pale face. Not to mention the fact he was covered in dried blood, mainly John's blood from the warehouse. He looked like hell.
"Shlckk" choked John as tried to call out Sherlock's name.
"I'm here John. Don't try to strain yourself" replied Sherlock as he pushed John's hair back from his face.
Satisfied with his recovery, the staff left the two men alone in the room. Silence engulfed the room as the two men didn't know what to say in this situation. They both just held on to the other, neither taking their eyes of the other. Sherlock broke the silence first.
Tears gently rolled down John's fragile face. Sherlock leaned forward to kiss the tears away from his partner, when John flinched.
"Shit. Fuck, I'm sorry John" whispered Sherlock. For a moment he let himself forget that John had been beaten half to death and probably didn't want to be touched.
"Hurts. Need rest" numbly replied John.
As the day passed nurses wandered in and out of the private room. Dinner time soon came. Sherlock pulled the hospital table over John's bed as the nurse placed his meal onto the tray. In John's opinion the food looked a lot better than most other food served in NHS hospitals. This private room was being funded by Mycroft so the food should at least look and taste decent. Sherlock gave an encouraging look as John slowly reached for his fork. It was hard not to notice how John's hand had developed a shake. Sherlock tried his hardest not to focus on the unsteadiness of his hand as he ate his meal.
The shaking became so over-whelming that John dropped part of his food. John hated himself for letting his body be so weak; he should be the strong one willing to save Sherlock at all costs not stuck in a hospital bed being useless.
Sherlock picked up the fork and began to help John feed himself. This angered John more.
"For goodness sake Sherlock, I'm not a child" shouted John as he pushed the tray away with such force it hit the floor.
Sherlock took a deep breath to calm himself in order to not raise his voice with John.
"I'm only trying to help" commented Sherlock as he cleaned up the mess John had made.
"I don't need your help, I can do it myself. I just... I just... I can't." John broke down.
Sherlock didn't know what to do. John had never showed this kind of emotion in front of Sherlock before. Sherlock had heard and witnessed the night terrors of post traumatic stress that John suffered from but this was different. Sherlock instinctively wrapped an arm around John to comfort that man and to show support.
John wiped away his tears with the material of his hospital clothes.
"I'm sorry. I just hate these types of places, ironic really seeing as I'm a doctor. When I was shot I was in hospital for weeks, nearly went out of my mind with madness because of it" explained John while holding on to Sherlock.
Sherlock wasn't sure exactly when John had drifted back into sleep because he was so tired from the injuries. He was just grateful that the doctor was finally resting. Sherlock detached himself from John's sleeping form as he wandered over to the chair next to the bed. He let his eyes close as sleep also claimed him.
An ear blistering scream woke Sherlock. He fell over his feet in haste as he reacted to the noise. Once on his feet he saw John squirming in his bed, screaming Moriarty's name. John was having a nightmare, and a horrific one at that. Sherlock tried to shake him from his dream. He then held John against his chest as he rocked him. This calmed John down. The heart monitor also calmed down as John gently awoke to cling onto Sherlock.
"I'm sorry you have to see me like this" stated John settling back into the hospital bed.
"Non-sense. We will get through this. Do you know why?" ask Sherlock, carefully holding John.
"Why?"
"He is gone and I love you, that's why" replied Sherlock gently kissing the top of John's head.
Sherlock had all but demanded that John stay in the hospital until every bruise and every cut had healed. Over the weeks John regained his strength and was finally putting the ordeal behind him now that Mycroft was using the government resources to keep Moriarty prisoner. John had just about gotten use to the hospital food when Sherlock told him they would be releasing him in the next couple of days. Eager to get back to Baker Street he had also ready signed the discharge paperwork and was waiting for Sherlock to order a taxi for the journey.
Mrs Hudson welcomed them with open arms as well as the offer of tea and biscuits. Both politely declined in favour of getting back to the flat, back to their home. The mirror was still in pieces on the floor.
"Yeah... about that. I'll clean it up later" stated Sherlock, guiding John towards the sofa.
"I'm just glad to be back" smiled John, taking in the regular features of the flat.
Switching on the television, both settled down on the sofa for a relaxed night. Sherlock didn't interrupt with any comments about the programme they were watching; he just let John enjoy the peace and quiet for once.
John shifted in his seat, closing the gap between him and Sherlock. Both leaned in each other's touch. They both had missed close bodily contact; it had been weeks since they had last touched each other, weeks since they had shared intimacy. John twisted his neck to look up at Sherlock. He marveled at the way the light from the window was streaked across Sherlock's face, making his pale skin glow. His eyes focused next on Sherlock's cupid bow lips. John wanted nothing more than to trace the light pink skin with his fingers. John covered Sherlock's hands with his, enlacing their fingers. John glanced back up to Sherlock's face, and that's when it hit him. The over whelming sense of want, need and desire. Reaching up to cup his face, John gently pulled Sherlock towards him, lightly kissing those tantalizing lips. Sherlock didn't need much encouragement as he pushed himself onto of John, placing a leg each side of John with one hand still interlocked. John pushed his other hand through Sherlock's hair, twirling those curls through his fingers. As the kiss deepened, the moans and the sound of clothes rubbing together got louder as the men became more passionate with each other. They really needed to take this somewhere more comfortable.
"Bedroom, now" Sherlock grunted quickly returning his lips to John's. John could only nod in agreement.
John pushed forward from the sofa; Sherlock took this opportunity to wrap his legs around John's body. It took John a few attempts to gather the strength to lift his lover. Once lifted John made his way to the bedroom, occasionally stopping every few moments to push Sherlock up against the wall to deepen their kisses as well gain some strength to carry Sherlock the rest of the way.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, John placed Sherlock down onto the bed and climbed on top. He began to tear at the other man's clothing, wanting them off as soon as possible. Sherlock reached for John belt, making light work of the buckle, while John struggled with Sherlock's tight buttons of his shirt. Once John had managed the first few buttons, the rest came undone with ease. John's shirt was pushed over his head and thrown across the other side of the room. John grabbed hold of Sherlock's sides with eagerness, and then tugged at his trousers. Sherlock wriggled out of the trousers with the help of John and was just left in his underwear. John took that moment to remove the rest of articles of clothing from himself including his underwear. John kissed his way down Sherlock smooth chest, kissing each area of his skin. He stopped at the band of Sherlock's underwear. He hesitated for a moment to build up a little bit of suspense for Sherlock. He slowly pulled down the material using his teeth. Sherlock's heart rate increased as he tried to control his breathing. His hands were scrunched in the bed sheets in order not lose his self-control.
The material was soon dumped on the floor. John ran his hands over the skin of Sherlock's upper legs, feeling the goose bumps that were forming.
"John, please" whined Sherlock pushing his hips up towards John.
Grinning he continue his torture on Sherlock, skimming over his the skin but never touching Sherlock's groin area. Finally John gave into Sherlock's desperate moans. He took Sherlock into his mouth. The sensation causes Sherlock to arch of the bed, moaning as he grabbed John's hair to ground himself. John continued to suck and pull up and sink down onto Sherlock's member. John had reduced Sherlock into a babbling mess in moments.
"Too much, too much John" groaned Sherlock, fingers running through John's short blonde hair.
John pulled off of Sherlock and began to kiss him. Sherlock reach towards the side of bed and pulled a bottle from the bedside table, then quickly pushed it into John's hands. John didn't question the signal as if flipped Sherlock onto his front. Spreading his legs, Sherlock grabbed onto the pillow in anticipation. John squeezed the liquid out of the bottle on to his fingers and began to prepare Sherlock. Sherlock gave little resistance as John slid his fingers inside of him, preparing him. With the other hand, John was about to reach for a condom from the bedside.
"No protection" quickly demanded Sherlock.
John was a little stunned, they were both old enough to realize the consequences of unprotected sex, but those men were clean. John agreed and flipped Sherlock back onto his back, facing John. John smothered himself with the rest of the clear liquid. Lining himself up with Sherlock's entrance, he pushed himself in gently to not cause his lover any pain. Once inside he paused for a moment to give Sherlock time to adjust, Sherlock pulled John's face towards him, they weren't quite kissing, but their lips grazed each others. Sherlock pulled John's lip with his teeth; this small action caused John to push forward a little more. Sherlock gave a satisfying moan. John took this as a sign to continue.
Pulling out and pushing back forward, John began making love to Sherlock. Both men were caught between the sensation of the sex and trying to grab hold to as much of each other as possible. It was a mess of limbs and heat as they rocked against each other, in their own little world. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall, but neither of them cared.
"Shit Sher, do you have any idea how you look right now?" questioned John, just before attacking Sherlock's neck with love bites.
Sherlock titled his neck to give John easier access.
"Tell me Jooohn"
"So fucking hot. I can't believe I get you all to myself"
Sherlock reply was a long drawn out moan of pleasure. John attempted to increase the speed as he took Sherlock in hand to match his rhythm. Sherlock clawed at his partners back in a fit of over excitement. Sherlock was soon pushed up to the edge of pleasure ready to tumble over at any moment.
Sherlock came first; digging his nails into John's back as his jerked and screamed his way through his orgasm. John was still pounding into him. He took a detour licking the fluid off of Sherlock's stomach. Then he came, filling Sherlock with a warm sensation. John was riding high on the euphoric feelings of the orgasm.
"God Sherlock. You are perfect. I wouldn't want this with anybody else but you. Marry me?" babbled John, not quite realising what he had said until it had left his mouth.
Sherlock looked back at John, waiting for him to take back what he just said. John pushed himself back up to face Sherlock.
"If you want you I mean. Ah shit. I'll just be quiet now" commented John, slightly avoiding eye contact with Sherlock.
"Yes" instantly replied Sherlock
"Is that a yes to me being quiet or a yes to the marriage thing?" asked John just too quickly clarify what was happening.
"A yes to the marriage, John" grinned Sherlock, like the cat that had just got the cream.
John was dumbfounded this brilliant man who had cured his limp and brightened his universe up wanted to marry him. John kissed him lightly on the lips, showing his love for the other man.
Sherlock wrapped his arms around John, pulling him closer to get better access to him.
"I guess this is a new beginning for us.. Round 2?" Asked John pushing the curls away from Sherlock's eyes.
"You read my mind"
Fin.
A happy ending for once! I hope you guys like this.
Feel free to comment if you hated or whatever.
For those of you that have read my other story (falling apart in your arms again) I've got a bit written down and the sequel should be with you shortly! :)
Thank you for taking the time to read this. You can find me over at Tumblr under the name of cannibal-for-hannibal if you any future ideas or just want to talk! :)
Kt