Sherlock wondered round the kitchen, as John sat down in the front room. The detective opened the fridge. The contents were...well it was just food and drink. Anger punched him.

"Mrs Hudson!" This made John jump.

"Are-are you okay?"

Sherlock turned to John, "Yes I'm fine." Then turned back to the fridge. "Mrs Hudson!"

The door was opened and she walked in.

"Oh Sherlock what's the matter." She smiled at John and walked into the kitchen. Sherlock came very close to Mrs Hudson as he whispered angrily.

"Where are my experiments?"

"Your, your experiments? Oh with the body..." She trailed off while gesturing her hands in circles.

"Yes, where did you put them, I need them."

"I got a message from your brother..." Sherlock groaned. "...He said I had to get rid of them, you know..." She whispered "...for John."

"Okay, so where did you put them? I was working on the bacteria of a finger nail. I've had it for two months, another week and it would have been finished."

"Two months?" Mrs Hudson face turned to disgust. "Well it should long gone by now, and you have better things to do then watch finger nails."

"I wasn't watching them...I was observing them." He completely avoided the other point. An alarm suddenly beeped and caught them both by surprise.

"What is that, Mrs Hudson, what is that..." His guards were on.

"Oh don't worry, it's the alarm." She said laughing.

"Alarm, alarm to what?" Confusion invaded his face.

"Your dinner. I put it on, before you came in. I've also made some food for myself."

"You've made us dinner." His face still held confusion.

Mrs Hudson laughed, "I've only put some chicken pies on, and cooked some chips with it. Mycroft told me about John...and..."

"This is perfect, thank you." Sherlock said with a genuine smile.

"Though just this once, young man, I'm not your housekeeper. I'll go, but Sherlock you, you do know how to cook?"

I'm sure if I can deduce different types of ash, I can manage to at least cook a meal...even if it is all burnt."

Mrs Hudson laughed and Sherlock hugged her. She said goodnight to both John and him and left.

"Do-do you want me to set the table?" John asked.

"Umm yeah, the knifes and forks are in the top drawer."

Sherlock could see that John couldn't wait. He smiled, then remembered.

"Are you okay, to get it, with your..." He gestured to John's leg.

"Oh, I'll-I'll be fine."

"If it gets too much, tell me." Sherlock responded. John nodded.

John's face was full of eagerness, as his dinner was placed in front of him.

"Is this, definitely, all-all for me?" His eyes glistened.

Sherlock laughed, "Yes and before you ask, you can start now."

Immediately John did. Sherlock thoughts swam around, as he ate as well. He knew John didn't eat much at the hospital, but that was unsurprising. He knew as time went on, John would be able to eat more. Sherlock cringed at this, a teenager, a proper teenager. The thought was horrendous.

John ate all of his pie, but was still trying to finish the chips off. He's being polite, he silently agreed with himself.

"You don't have to eat it all."

John looked up and smiled. Sherlock finished his meal as well.

"Oh, would you like me to show you the bathroom to, well, to shower?"

"Yes-yes please. I might need some help though." He gazed down at his arm.

"Ah, yes."

They went upstairs and into the bathroom. Sherlock helped him, by undoing the buttons on his long sleeved shirt.

"Do-do we keep the plaster on?" John's voice spoke.

"Cast, and yes we do."

"How?"

"Luckily I have a thick plastic back and some tape..." He stopped, as he did the last button of John's shirt. Scars littered John's torso and arms. They would fade, but not completely disappear. He went out the room, John was about to follow.

"I'll be back." Sherlock yelled. Outside, the bathroom door, Sherlock put his hands on his knees. Took a deep breath, then got the bag and tape. When Sherlock returned, he saw John's back and that was dealt the same punishment as his arms and torso. The belt marks seemed to stare at him, menacingly.

"Are you okay?"

John's voice startled him,

"Yes, yes I'm fine."

"You say that a lot, when you aren't."

Sherlock looked up at him and laughed.

"You and Molly would get on splendidly." Whoa, Sherlock thought, he wasn't meant to say that out loud.

"Who's Molly?"

"Umm nobody, don't worry." Sherlock's face was getting more pink, he was grateful that John didn't comment on it. "What we do, we wrap the bag around your cast. Then we tape it to your arm. Don't worry it won't hurt." Sherlock did just that. "Now the water cannot get into it." He then went to the shower. "This button turns it on. Then you just turn the dial to whatever temperature you want. Will you be okay to work it on your own?" John nodded. "Okay, let me just get your pyjamas and a towel. Call my name if you want any help."

John nodded as Sherlock got his pyjamas, Sherlock came back, put them on a rack, then closed the door. He immediately went into the front room and collapsed on his chair.

"You're doing okay, Sherlock, you're doing fine." He said to himself. "John likes you, and he hasn't run off and called you a freak. You're doing fine."

As soon as he heard footsteps move about more frequently, he moved upstairs. He knocked on the bathroom door,

"John, can I come in?"

"Umm errr yes..."

Sherlock opened the door, John had taken the bag off and put his pyjama trousers on. However his top was only halved buttoned up.

"I'm-I'm so sorry. I can't do the rest." Sherlock did up the rest.

"You don't have to apologise, I know it's different, but you can ask for help."

Sherlock led John to his room and tucked him in. Sherlock was about to walk out, when John spoke. "I feel like this isn't real. When I wake up, will it just be a dream?

Sherlock sat on his bed,

"I will always be here, even if it doesn't seem like it. I will always be watching over you. John you have nothing to worry about."

John smiled. Sherlock stayed there, until he heard John's soft snoring fill the air. As Sherlock went out of his room, he said one more thing,

"Goodnight John, my strong little soldier."

A/N: Hopefully this chapter's not boring.

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