dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-09-03 21:40:00 |
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Never Lose You
Title: Never Lose You
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating:PG13ish
Word Count: 400
Notes:Unbetaed. Prompt 39.) Body. Warning: a little angsty. Don't worry will write fluff soon!
I'm in a horrified stupor. I should be examining the crime scene for clues, pointing out everything that is so obvious to me.
However, all I can see is the likeness of the body to my John. The only friend I've ever had in my entire life, the only person I've ever come to trust, my John, is being threatened. All I can think of is what if?
What if I'm called to examine a body one day and it isn't just a likeness of John but my doctor himself?
I run from the scene, barely making it out the doors, before I vomit, choking on bile and my own horror.
“Sherlock?” Lestrade is stunned, having never seen me react to anything with this much emotion.
“I can't...” I manage to get out, even as I pull out my phone and dial a familiar number with hands that are shaking. When did they start to shake?
“John,” I whisper as his voice reaches me through the line.
“Sherlock, what's wrong?” The phone drops from my still shaking fingers. I don't want to lose John's voice but I can't seem to hold on to anything. I'm losing myself in my own thoughts. I barely register Lestrade picking up my phone and telling John my location.
It could have been hours or days even for all the awareness of time that I have right now, before John shows up.
He gathers me in his arms. He's so warm. I sag against him arranging my head so it's on his chest so that I can hear the steadiness of his heartbeats. His jumper is soft against my cheek. I breathe in deep, breathing in his scent. Tea and comfort.
John is here. John is safe. I'll give up the game, give up the cases completely before I allow the threat that Moriarty is clearly making come true.
John will not die before I do. We'll die when we are old, not now, not in London. The death of John Watson will be of natural causes and not anything else.
I become aware that I'm speaking, “Never lose you, never, ever, ever...” I'm saying as I cling to him. His hands are stroking through my hair as he attempts to calm me.
“We're going home,” he says.
Home. Home with John. Warmth fills me again. John is here and we're going home.