Victim in the Hospital
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Summary: Sherlock is attacked. John is absent.
Rating: T
AU for obvious reasons

Disclaimer: Characters and Sherlock do not belong to me, but to Moffat, Sir A.C. Doyle and all associated thus. I am responsible for creating the alternate universe, the OCs, and the storyline only. Please do not take and use or post elsewhere without my permission.

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A week later, John is still gone, and Sherlock is wondering. He left no sign, said nothing. He hadn't even woken Sherlock to warn him of his departure! And then came the doubt. Had Sherlock done something that irritated the odd vampire? Had he scared him off just like he scared off everyone else?

No, of course not, how silly, he immediately chastises himself. After all, how could he possibly scare off a vampire? If Sherlock had really bothered the man, he's certain that John would have just... eaten him or something.

And you are officially obsessing, a cynical voice comments in the back of Sherlock's head. So he shakes off the line of thought and focuses on his latest experiment.

Eventually, he's too tired to keep his eyes open, and stumbles to the bedroom. He flops out over the blanket, and drifts off. Twenty minutes later, he starts awake to find he's moved onto his back and there is a hand over his mouth.

"It's me," a familiar voice says, smile audible. Light, cold fingers slide into Sherlock's hair, and the creature leans over to smell him. "I can see why he likes you... such a tantalizing smell..."

Sherlock knows he's pale, and that his heart is hammering excitedly in his chest, and this evil creature is going to eat him. Prophecy, encroaching on John's territory.

"John is gone," Sherlock whispers around the hand, that fact sticking to him like glue. "He left a week ago..."

Lips press against the tendon, and they are smiling. "Even better."

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The first time Sherlock regains consciousness, there's darkness and panic and a calm voice very close. He sees Lestrade, and reaches out, grasping his hand. "Prophecy," he says, and fades again.

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Next time, he doesn't even open his eyes, but he can hear a steady beep, beep, beep, and the shifting of fabric. Can smell the sterility climbing into his pores. "John," he mumbles, but it's Lestrade that answers.

"Sorry, we can't find-"

The rest is lost to vague recollections of kind eyes and a kinder smile, of a girl crying and a man staring in mute fury. But Sherlock knows he's alone now.

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There's white all around the third time, and Sherlock struggles desperately to keep his eyes open. There's a needle in his arm, giving him blood, among other things. No one is with him this time.

Sherlock really is alone.

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Some indeterminate time later, after five more false starts, Sherlock stirs to the feeling of fingers brushing his hair from his face. Gentle, warm fingers. He wonders if Ms. Hudson has come to see him, and his eyes slowly open.

John is sitting on the edge of the bed, and withdraws his hand when he realizes the consulting detective is awake. "I'm sorry," he tells the human immediately. "This is my fault."

Sherlock just stares at him.

The blond shifts uncomfortably under his gaze. "I let him in, Sherlock. I just... I didn't know he'd..." John sighs and rubs the side of his head.

It's only then that Sherlock realizes his ear is bandaged. He reaches out, bewildered, but his fingers fall short mere inches. John blinks at him and catches his hand. "Alright?" he asks, brow furrowing. "You should get some rest, Sherlock."

But the detective can't stop staring. Can't believe his eyes. What has happened? Why is John behaving this way? He's behaving almost... human.

The hand holding his is warm. Warm like the living. Sherlock shifts in bed carefully, reaches out. Fingers brush a pulse point, thud thud thud against his fingers confirm it. He's so tired that he barely manages, "How?"

He closes his eyes. Opens them. He isn't stretched out, he's laying in the middle of the darkened hospital room. No one else is here, because it is just him. It has always been just him.

Was I dreaming?

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ZOMG I updated! And I'm a horrible person for doing this to poor Sherlock. Anyway, thank you for all of the wonderful reviews! Please keep it up!