I finally got another fic done this week. Somewhat s3 related if that’s a concern.<\/p>\n
Empty Spaces<\/a>\u00a0–\u00a0John hurries to Sherlock’s side to pick up the pieces.<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n John hurried up the steps of 221B, heart heavy and fear chasing his steps. Pushing open the door he found Sherlock on the couch, curled up on his side. The syringe lay on the coffee table.<\/p>\n \u201cSherlock.\u201d John\u2019s voice was calm, even though he wanted to scream at the man. He found his pulse, high, but probably not an overdose. His body was hot to the touch, breath shallow.<\/p>\n First things first. John ran the bath, water lukewarm but not too cold. He pushed up his sleeves, got his arms underneath and lifted the lanky detective. He whimpered as he was moved. John got the robe off, but didn\u2019t bother with the rest of his clothes as he slid him into the bath.<\/p>\n Sherlock\u2019s eyes flew opened with a gasp. \u201cI can tell you nothing!\u201d he cried, struggling against John\u2019s grip.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not there,\u201d said John through gritted teeth. \u201cYou\u2019re home, you\u2019re safe.\u201d<\/p>\n Slowly Sherlock stopped struggling as his eyes focused. \u201cJohn?\u201d<\/p>\n