Month: September 2014

janto321:

Hope in the Darkness (1748 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Injury, First Kiss, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Watching, Post-His Last Vow
Summary:

Sometimes nearly losing makes you realize what you have.

Feels like way too long since I posted something.

teaser below the cut

It was bound to happen sooner or later. And of course it was late on a rainy London night. John groaned as Sherlock hovered over him, rain dripping from his flattened curls, hands fluttering and panic in his eyes.

“Put pressure on it and call an ambulance.” John was calm; one of them had to be.

“I’m sorry…” Sherlock started.

“Shut up,” snapped John, biting back a wince as Sherlock used his scarf to try and stop the bleeding. It was all too much like sgt, only John was the one that was hurt. The suspect was unconscious a few feet away, only the fact that John was in need of attention had saved his life.

Sherlock fumbled with his mobile as he tried to keep pressure like John had taught him. The doctor focused on breathing slowly, watching him and listening as he called the ambulance. “Don’t forget our suspect,” reminded John.

Shutting off his phone, Sherlock turned back to his Doctor. Their hands found one another in the dark and John relaxed in his grip. “It’ll be okay.”

Sherlock gave wry smile. “Shouldn’t I be reassuring you?”

“Well, I’ve had more practice.” John adjusted the hand providing pressure before looking back up at Sherlock’s eyes. “I’m a free man now, you know. The divorce was finalized two weeks ago.”

“I am aware.” The hand in his trembled slightly. John squeezed as the sound of sirens split the night.

“They’ll probably keep me overnight, but it’s not that bad a wound. I should be back in Baker Street tomorrow.” Sherlock started to pull his hand away at the sound of rushing feet, but John held him in place, holding his eyes. “I don’t think we still need two rooms.”