'Come on, John!' Sherlock shouted, his flustered, excited face only just noticeable across the field.
John had no idea where they were going, but Sherlock had received a call, and without explaining, he'd dropped his suitcase which he was unpacking at the time, and ran out of the house, only stopping to shout for his friend to follow.
When John finally caught up, he found Sherlock sitting by a younger boy, who he was telling to go home. The boy was scruffy, and he looked like he hadn't washed for days. 'Just go, James. I'll look after him, just go. Take this for your mother'. Sherlock handed the boy a £20 note.
The boy finally stood up, and handed the tiny rabbit to Sherlock. He took one last, longing look, smiled a deep, yellow toothed grin at the two boys, and finished with 'Cheers, Sherlock. Ma will be 'appy.' And he sped off into the distance, at a speed which didn't seem possible.
John sat next to Sherlock and the sleeping rabbit, and waited for an explanation.
'That's James. His family is homeless, I help him along sometimes. I'm beginning to set up the homeless network. I scratch their backs, and they scratch mine. Then I disinfect myself, of course'.
John grinned at this, seeing the flicker or adoration in Sherlock's eyes as he stroked the tiny animal.
'So, why do you have a rabbit?' John asked.
'James found him, and he's unwell, I promised I would treat him, and then return him to the wild.'
'Wait this is what we ran for? A rabbit?' John questioned, his smile broadening.
There was no response, but he saw Sherlock's lips turn into a small smile, before returning into its normal, icy posture.
'How do you know he won't just spend that £20 on something before he gets back?'
Sherlock paused, ruffling his hair with his right hand. 'His sister, Lucy, is dying. I'll find a treatment, but at the moment… I can't do anything but help them get her food and water' Sherlock sighed at this, and avoided eye contact with John.
'That's… incredible, Sherlock. I didn't think you would care that much, but surely if there hasn't been a found treatment, it's a long shot that you'll find it?' John asked, frowning.
Sherlock stood up, and straightened his clothes and kept a tight hold on the rabbit. 'Let's go home, John.' He whispered, pulling his friend up.
They walked in silence for ten minutes, until John couldn't handle it any longer.
'Sherlock… thank you for letting me see another side of you, I'm so grateful.' He said, slowing to a stop.
He reached towards Sherlock, and stroked a fine strand of dark hair to the side. He cupped his chin and raised it down, standing on tiptoes and reaching towards his face.
Sherlock leaned in, his mind blank, no idea how this could be happening.
John brushed his lips against Sherlock's and they both poorly attempted to supress a moan.
John violently shoved his lips into Sherlock's, slowly working his mouth open. His partner complied, breathing heavily, and only began to pull back when he needed to breath and didn't want to do it into John's mouth.
He shook his head. Was this a dream?
John's eyes widened at what he had just done, and he looked at the unhidden fear in Sherlock's eyes.
'What. The. Fuck'