#getmoriarty

Stranger: Sherlock fiddled with the phone, one hand pressed against his stomach, near his left hipbone. He crawled to the nearest wall and rested his back against the cool brick, he looked down to his stomach, blood was flowing unquenched by his hand pressed to it. There was no choice, he took a deep breath and with one flick of his thumb called John "Please answer" he whispered when he heard the familiar dialling tone.

You: John was in the surgery drifting asleep slowly, when the familiar tone rang. Sherlock's personal one. He answered ''Yes Sherock? What is it? What do you need help with this time?'' He smiled softly, his head was saying something was wrong. But John could only be certain, once he had heard Sherlock's voice. ''Are you allright?''

Stranger: Sherlock sighed in relief when he heard John's voice. "I stumbled into a bit of a mishap" Sherlock said non-committally, trying to keep his ragged breaths in check and his pained grunts from his voice. "I'm in Vauxhall Arches." He straightened up bumping his head against the wall "Will you come?" he gasped, unable to contain the pain much longer.

You: John's eyes widened. Ofcourse Sherlock had stumbled...into a problem. John tried to relax, but he heard faint grunts and soft breaths. ''I will be there in five minutes, i'll bring my doctors bag. Hang on Sherlock, on my way'' John had grabbed his coat and told Sarah to cancell his appointments for the next two hours. He called a cab and said ''Vauxhall Arches, stat. If you do it in five, you will get a tip!''

Stranger: Sherlock smiled into the phone and leaned back, he was now pressing both hands to the gunshot wound, however his efforts had little effect on the wound, blood continued to pour out and Sherlock was sure that if it kept going he would pass out soon. He banged his head softly against the wall, trying to keep awake "Hurry" he moaned, he tried sitting straighter but the pain that shot through his leg and back discouraged the movement.

You: John had tipped the cabbie, he had made it in three minutes. In five he saw sherlock. He opened up his back and sat down next to Sherlock. ''Oh my god...Alright Sherlock, don't move. I will first remove your shirt , then i'll proceed to sterilize the wound after which i will bandage it tightly , to stop blood loss.'' He opened his back and got out the Jodium, he put some on a cotton rag and helped Sherlock out of his shirt. He dapped the jodium onto the wound, he grabbed a large bandage and started to wrap it around Sherlock's waist. He smiled seeing the bandage stay white after twenty layers. ''Can you stand?''

You: bag*

Stranger: Sherlock heard John's footsteps approaching him he thought of saying hello but he found that he was, for the moment, unable to from words. He was taken aback by John's professionalism and efficiency, of course he had seen John in action before but it still surprised him. He looked on as John took of his shirt and dressed the wound, it didn't hurt, John's hands were soft and gentle. John's question took a few seconds to pass through the mist that clouded his brain and be processed, he nodded weakly.

You: John smiled. He put an arm around Sherlock's waist, above the wound and he hoisted him up. Sherlock was now slightly hanging on his shoulder. He walked back to the cab and carefully positioned sherlock onto the backseat. ''221B Bakerstreet, same as before. Get there quick and you get a tip'' He looked over Sherlock, he brushed the dark curls out of sherlock's face ''How are you feeling Sherlock? Nausia? Headache anything?''

Stranger: Sherlock gasped when John pulled him on his feet, he found that putting weight on his left leg was absolutely out of the question. He bit his lip and leaned on John, everything looked dream-like, apart from the pain he couldn't feel anything and he suspected it had something to do with the blood loss, John's words were echo when they were not directed at him. He shook his head at John's enquiries and said "I'm tired, everything is hazy" he sucked in a sharp breath when the taxi hit a bump.

You: John nodded ''That's normal, you have lost a lot of blood. A weeks rest and you will be your old self again'' He smiled and held onto Sherlock, afraid he might fall over if John didn't hold him. John looked at Sherlock directly and said ''Allright Sherlock, here is how it's going to go. We are now on our way back to bakerstreet. Once there i will carry you up the stairs and to your bedroom. I'll prop some pillows under your leg, to make it relax and heal itself. You can call me anytime you want something, just don't get up. Right now the only thing you need is rest and time.'' He smiled softly.

Stranger: Sherlock nodded and widened his eyes in an attempt to make himself wake up. One could say he was comfortable if it wasn't for the pain in his leg, the way in which John held on to him made him feel safe, his words calmed him and he was ready to let unconsciousness claim him once more. He leaned closer to John and shivered "Couldn't you stay with me?" he whispered against John's jacket.

You: John nodded ''If you want me to , then i will not leave your side Sherlock.'' He looked down at Sherlock's leg, which he was obviously trying to not put weight on. John would check his theory back in 221B. John smiled softly as they turned the corner, he paid the cabbie in advance, seeing 221B draw closer and closer.

Stranger: Sherlock began to slide out of the car, but his limbs were not responding properly, which resulted on bad coordination, and his leg was constantly sending sparks of pain up his back, he was frustrated but then he remembered what John had told him, John would help, he always did. Sherlock turned his face to see the doctor "I can't" he mumbled looking pleadingly into John's eyes.

You: John nodded, he put an arm under Sherlock's waist and one under his knees. He lifted him up, cradling him like one would with their bride. He carried Sherlock up the stairs of 221B and laid him down in bed. He grabbed the union jack pillow from the couch, and layed Sherlock's leg on it slow and gentle. He proceeded to tuck Sherlock in. He traced down Sherlock's jawline ''Anything you want? Just ask..i'll be here''

Stranger: Sherlock flinched when John picked him up, he wished the pain would subside for a few seconds, just so that he could enjoy being carried by John Watson. Once on the bed he felt sleep reclaim him, cutting loose the threads that tied him to consciousness. He closed his eyes for a second but awoke again when he heard John's voice. "You" he whispered tiredly "Will you stay here?" he patted the bed lazily.

You: John nodded and he sat down on the bed next to Sherlock. ''Ofcourse i will. I won't leave your side'' He brushed through Sherlock's soft locks ''Just go to sleep Sherlock, you are safe in 221B. You are out of imment danger. Just relax'' He texted Sarah ''Sherlock's heavily injured, taking the week off. Not negotiable -JW'' Sent. He relaxed a bit on the bed looking at Sherlock softly sleeping.

Stranger: Sherlock relaxed as soon as he felt John's weight on the bed, he drifted into sleep and smiled weakly when he felt John's fingers on his hair. When he woke up he was sore, the pain in his leg had been reduced to a dull uncomfortable ache and he felt light-headed, he moaned quietly when he moved his leg, apparently it would only be achy if he didn't move, if he did, it would be painful. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what had happened the day before, he remembered everything up until John and he were inside the taxi, after that there were only images of John taking care of him. "John?" he said softly.

You: John looked up ''Yes sherlock? What is it? What do you need?'' John rubbed his eyes, he couldn't sleep at all last night. He had to be certain Sherlock wasn't going to die, not on his watch. He had an asperin and a watergoblet in his hand. He raised Sherlock up a bit and he put the pill of his tounge. He poured some water in aswell ''Swallow Sherlock, it will numb the pain. I will check on your leg this afternoone promise. Any improvements or clear changes?'' He smiled softly down at the detective.

Stranger: Sherlock did as he was told. John looked tired and Sherlock was certain that the doctor had not slept at all, he smiled fondly and wondered briefly what he would do with out him. "Fine, just achy" he said sleepily "I'm still light-headed, I don't like it" he closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair "You should sleep John, I'm fine" he mumbled opening his eyes again to see John's face. It was clear to him that John was worried and wondered by the hundredth time what he had done to deserve someone like John.

You: John smiled weakly and he placed the goblet on the table again. ''It's normal, you won't feel completly yourself, till perhaps friday perhaps saturday. '' John shook his head ''No i shouldn't, i want to keep you safe Sherlock, more then ever. What happened yesterday...the thought of losing you, it was too much to bare. I won't leave you, until you are back to full strenght, and deducing like usual. Now...Would you like some scrambled eggs and bacon on a toast?''

Stranger: Sherlock smiled "I'm fine, really, sleep" he wanted John to be comfortable "I'm safe" he whispered and it was true, as long as he was with John he would be fine, he had realised that when he was bleeding in the alley, he was scared, there was no denying that, it wasn't that he was scared of dying but the pain and the clear lack of John weighed on him as soon as he heard the gunshot and the thug's steps running away. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you, I was in the middle of a case and didn't think that it would be dangerous. I'm sorry" he sighed "I'm fine though, thank you, I'm always fine when you're here"

You: John yawned again. He laid down next to Sherlock ''Fine , fine, as you wish. But i will sleep here. I want to be sure this isn't just a nightmare or a lovely dream. John laid down close to Sherlock and he laid his head on Sherlock's chest softly. ''It's fine, if you say you didn't knew it was that dangerous, i believe you.'' John blushed slightly ''That's really nice of your Sherlock....'' John smiled softly ''I promised i won't leave your side and i didn't. I enjoy it too much, and you putting anderson and donnovan down is funny as hell'' He grinned and snuggled close to Sherlock's body.

Stranger: Sherlock shivered when John laid his head on his chest, the closeness sent a spark through his spine and he smiled. His eyes were wide open and he felt more awake than ever, his hands were trembling and Sherlock knew that it was because of John. He chuckled at the man's words and suddenly go the urge to kiss John, he pondered the implications of his desire and soon found that his body was moving at his own accord, he placed a gentle kiss on the back of John's head "I mean it, it's always better when you're here" What? where was that coming from? His brain stumbled through similar thoughts and the rational part of his brain seemed to have stopped working. His hands were shaking furiously again and he couldn't see how John would react.

You: John smiled feeling the shiver travel over Sherlock's body. He tried to relax and he could hear Sherlock's heartbeat. John looked confused, sherlock didn't talk anymore. Did he fell asleep again? He felt Sherlock's soft lips on his head and he blushed. He shivered , pleasure going straight through his brain. He bit his lip to stifle a moan. John grabbed Sherlock's hands and put them on his own Chest. ''Can you feel it ? I love you too Sherlock, always have always will''

Stranger: Sherlock's eyes opened wider and his stomach felt as though it had shrunk. The feeling of John's chest under his hands sent shivers up his spine once more, the heat that emanated from John felt familiar under his perpetually cold hands even though they had never touched with this level of intimacy. Love? he searched his mind palace for a definition but nothing came to him, except for a stupid pop song. He looked into John's eyes and everything was clear to him, his brain stopped stumbling and his thoughts settled, yes, he loved John Watson, yes, it scared him shitless, and yes, he would continue to love him forever. His body was acting on its own accord once more, he leaned in and pressed his lips against John's "I love you too" he said against his lips.

You: John smiled , he loved feeling Sherlock's cold hand on his heated chest. He turned to face sherlock. God those eyes , john could get lost in them , and wander around for months, years even, not wanting to love them'' He smiled at Sherlock, he saw how sherlock was thinking this over. His eyes widened before falling back relaxed once again. He smiled feeling Sherlock's hot breath against his lips. ''I'm so glad Sherlock'' He put an hand into Sherlock's dark curls and pulled him in softly for the kiss. First it was sweet and patient, then it became deep and passionate. He moaned soft in Sherlock's mouth ''How did i ever deserve a man like you? You changed my life, and got me out of depression. I owe you soo much Sherlock, thank you for all of it.'' He smiled and continued the kiss. Kissing from sherlock's lips, up till he kissed his forehead. At that moment he was panting softly and he looked back into Sherlock's eyes.