Sherlock pov
"Run." My low voice carried down the alley, almost so low it was a grumbled. The men standing around John looked towards me stopping completely dead in their actions. The guy holding the knife to John's face looked confused and slighty startled. I could tell that many thoughts were running through his head, whether to attack me, whether to hurt John or whether to take my advice. I thought I'd make this choice easier by stepping slowly forward dragging my gun up from my side and aiming it straight at their heads.
"Run before you get a nasty headache!" I roar.
They flee leaving John's body to fall on the floor banging his head on the cold concrete below. After the mens bodies were no longer in sight I place my gun inside my coat and let the space between me and John become nothing. I join him on the floor and take his head from where it lays and I place it on my lap.
"John?" I whisper touching his cheek as his eyes flutter.
"You bastard." Was his reply and then that was the conversation over. I helped his floppy body up putting my arm around his waist while his arm lolled over my neck.
(Shortest snipit in the world, I know.) Will get 'Not again' in the next few months. I'm so sorry guys, I will get these out as quick as I can. <3
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Fixing the Broken
FanfictionAfter John finds out Sherlock's death was fake, everything is okay for him, but on the other hand, Sherlock is slowly destroying himself with alcohol and drugs. John is trying his best to try and help Sherlock, but so far he is having no luck... un...
