Johnlock Oneshots

The Bees

"I don't really want to be the one to tell you this. John has about three months, maybe less. The amount of smoke he inhaled, and the fact that he was right next to the source of fire, there is serious damage to the lungs and I would put him on a transfer list, but the waiting period is about two years, and he doesn't have that long and the operation is extremly difficult."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks. I'd like to take him home as soon as possible."

"You can check him out tomorrow. Make sure he drinks plenty of water."

"Will do." Sherlock walked back to the room John was put in. He started crying the moment he saw John and ran to him, burrying his face into his chest. 

"You know?" John asked.

Sherlock nodded his head.

John held onto Sherlock and tried not to cry, knowing he would get out of breath and something could go wrong. 

Sherlock took his face out of John's chest and looked at him.

John wiped Sherlock's tears away with his tumbs and held his face. "We are not going to treat this like it's the end of my life, ok?" John whispered.

Sherlock nodded.

"I don't care that I only have three months, that doesn't matter. To me I still have a full life time with you."

Sherlock held one of John's hands. "You can leave tomorrow." he said, looking down at John's hand and rubbing it with his thumb. "But I don't want to go back to the flat. Let's go to the country or something, where there's fresh air and clear night skies."

"And the bees," John smiled.

Sherlock smiled, "And the bees."

Lestrade stayed with John while Sherlock went back to the flat. He packed some clothes for the both of them and got every thing that was important. He took a few mintues to cry and once he was done he said bye to Mrs. Hudson and went back to the hospital. John was asleep by the time Sherlock got back to the hospital. Lestrade left and Sherlock took the chance to look for cottages out in the country for him and John.

When John woke up, Sherlock was on his laptop. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"Look." Sherlock said, putting the lap top on John's lap. "It's got four acres of land it's a one story, it's got a beautiful patio, and it's got a flower garden, and two bee hives. Two John!"

Johm smiled and looked over every thing. "I like it."

"Really?"

"Let's get it."

Sherlock smiled and kissed John. "I love you."

"I love you too." John set the lap top on the chair Sherlock was just in. He scooted over some and patted the space next to him. Sherlock took his shoes off and laid next to him, nuzzling into John's chest and falling asleep.

In the morning, they left the hospital and drove four hours to the cottage. A realitor met them there and went through every thing they needed to. Once it was theirs, they went out and got some food and some other things to keep them busy.

John sat outside on the patio the rest of the day, watching Sherlock tend to the bees, sipping iced tea. Sherlock would come over and show John parts of the honey comb and tell him everything about it. John went inside and made dinner, while Sherlock put away his bees. Since he couldn't eat a lot of solid food, John made soup. Sherlock had picked some flowers while John was cooking dinner and set them in the vase on the patio table. He got the fairy lights theu had bought and hung them up out side. John tried to carry the food outside, but Sherlock stopped him before he could and did it for him. They sat out side all night and they laid out in the grass together and looked up at the stars.