[Sherlock]

It had been three weeks since John had gone to prison, and yet I already missed him immensely. I'd lived without him for three impossibly long years, but somehow this was worse. It was as though I was being taunted, allowed to see him and hear him but never touch him. I had been to visit him at least once every day since the start of his sentence, and frankly I was certain the guards were sick of me. It seemed as though every day they hoped it would be the day I decided not to come, though to see their faces drop in disappointment was somewhat entertaining.

I had actually considered doing something mildly illegal just to join John, but I had been advised by every single person I had ever spoken to that it was not as good an idea as it sounded. I couldn't see how it would really affect me, or anyone else around me for that matter, however I deleted the idea once I came to the realisation that there would be no cases for me, and if I became bored I couldn't exactly shoot the wall. John understood, he was actually one of the people who had advised me against criminal practices in the first place. I suppose he regretted his own and was trying to ensure I didn't follow in his footsteps.

Visiting hours only began at two, but I always arrived at half one and picked all the information I could out of unsuspecting visitors and guards. Needless to say, they didn't find it as entertaining as I did. John had really been the only one to appreciate my deductions, and I really did miss having him call out "amazing!" and "brilliant!" at every chance he got. I was actually rather excited to see him, as just the day before I had solved a particularly challenging case, and I wanted to explain it to him. He did always seem to enjoy my descriptions, and it was nice to have someone who actually listened with interest.

I strode up the steps leading to the prison and I could see the familiar faces of the guards glowering at me through the window. I was nearly to the top when an explosion shook the ground beneath me, and the windows shattered. The force sent me flying backwards and I winced as my head collided with the ground. Fortunately I wasn't seriously injured, but I realised that the same couldn't necessarily be said for John. I clambered to my feet, ignoring the pain in my head and ran forwards into the building. Alarms were blaring in my ears and various moans of pain could be heard from the staff who had been knocked to the floor. I decided luck was not with me as I realised that the explosion had come from inside the prison itself, meaning that it was most likely deliberate. Such an attack could easily have been intended for John, which would mean there was high probability he was already dead.

I ignored the panic that threatened to overwhelm me at the thought and kept going, eventually reaching a doorway surrounded by policemen and medics, all attempting to get through. It was simple enough to slip in with the masses and enter the main prison, where I was met with a horrifying scene. The room certainly looked as though it had been hit by a bomb, as the walls were blackened, and people littered the floor, most were motionless, very few were conscious. Those who were screamed in pain and fear, and once again the image of John lying in a corner, bloodied and broken, filled my thoughts. I searched frantically for him, but could not see those greying blond locks in the mass of bodies on the floor. Whoever had set off the explosion had chosen the prime time to do so, it looked as though everyone had been having lunch. The medical staff had already begun checking the bodies for signs of life, moving between them far too quickly for my liking. I began my own search, growing more frantic each second I couldn't find John. Where was he?

Just when I had given up hope, I heard a mumbled "Sherlock..." Coming from my left. I followed the sound to find a familiar pair of dark blue eyes staring up at me, slightly disorientated. I knelt beside John and checked him for signs of injury, thankfully not finding more than a few cuts and a possible concussion.

"Stop looking so smug you prick." John said and I grinned at him. Definitely nothing serious, then.

"I did tell you it was a bad idea," I replied sternly, though I couldn't keep the relieved smile off my face for long. I helped him to sit up slowly, and a few minutes later he managed to stand with minimal difficulties. I led him towards the exit where we were being given some suspicious looks.

"You'd better ring Mycroft before you just take me away, I don't think the police will approve." John said.

"I'm sure he's already been informed." I replied. John snorted unattractively, but didn't question me further. Surprisingly, no one actually stopped us from leaving. I was thankful for my brother's efficiency, especially since there was already a car waiting for us which we happily climbed into. I would never tell him so, but I was grateful that I had him as a relation. How else would I have been able to get John out?

As we pulled away from the prison I realised I didn't know what was going to happen next. After all, if someone was after John, he wasn't safe back at Baker Street. In fact, I wouldn't rest until he had protection worthy of Mycroft himself. No one would get within a mile of John with intentions to harm him, I would make sure of it. For now, we would have to find a suitable arrangement, which, unfortunately, meant enlisting my brother's help as a more permanent measure. The thought made me shudder, but at least I would be able to annoy him while I was at it.

A man watched as the detective and doctor got into the car. He grinned and sent a quick text, before turning away and quietly humming to himself.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive."

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