Protection-3

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John spent the majority of the next weekend by Sherlock's bedside, but when Monday came and he had to go to work, he left, saying goodbye to Sherlock with a wave and, as Sherlock drifted off to sleep, a kiss on the forehead.

"You alright John?" Sarah asked, leaning across the desk and smiling at him.

"Yeah. It's just Sherlock. He's in hospital."

"Oh dear! What happened?"

"Stabbed?"

"Oh goodness!" Sarah yelped.

"Mm." John said, massaging his forehead to try and relieve some stress.

"Is he alright, or is he?"

"He's fine." John said, "Well, as fine as possible."

"Does he want flowers?"

"Probably not." John laughed fondly.

He arrived at Sherlock's bedside that night. The detective was lying with his eyes closed, murmuring. Suddenly his hand whipped out and clutched at his wrist.

"JOHN!" he yelled, then cleared his throat, going red, and withdrawing his hand. John, on instinct grabbed it.

"John." He choked, "Please don't let me go. I know I say I don't need you… but I do. Please, hold my hand. Tell me I'm going to be ok."
"I will..." John whispered, stroking the man's palm. The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance.

"Oh god!" the injured soldier whimpered, clutching at John's uniform. As his hands fell they left blood stains behind.

"Stay with me!" John pleaded, wrapping his lover's chest in a bandage, trying to stay calm, knowing that only he could save him, that they were the last two on this side of the barricade left. No help was going to arrive.

"Please. You have to… stay with me…"
he was silent now, blood spilling through the bandage and out his pale lips. He was convulsing, the bullet slowly killing him as John struggled to pull it out.

"No!" John yelped, shaking his fingers, trying to move aside the flesh and cause the least pain possible. He had to remove the bullet. He had to stop the bleeding. He had to save his love.

"John." He said, voice croaky. "Please don't- waste time or supplies on me. You have to escape. You have to be safe. Just give me a gun and I'll cover-"

"Don't you dare." John said, kissing him, "I won't."

"Go!" his love exclaimed, eyes meeting John's, "I would rather I die than us both."

The sound of approaching feet made them both jump. His lover grabbed a gun, "GO, JOHN!"

John shook his head. "Go!" his love yelled, pointing the gun at his own head, "Or I'll shoot myself."

John whimpered.

"please. The others- they need you. You're the best doctor we've got. Possibly in England."

John smiled slightly, feeling tears spill down his face.

"Will you go?" his love said, pointing the gun towards the only other exit.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now go."

John nodded, bandaging him once more before backing away, spying one of their trucks in the distance, "I can go get help!" he exclaimed, and began to sprint.

"Watson!" a soldier addressed him, "Quick, it's a full retreat."

"There's a soldier still there!" John panted, "We have to-"

The chilling sound of a distant explosion broke his heart and destroyed all hope.

…

"He was… a brave man. he took his life protecting his fellows, and with his own took thirty terrorists' lives. Because of this, he probably saved hundreds of innocents lives. And for this we are truly thankful."
John watched the leader speak, not registering anything. His love was gone. What had he left?

Sherlock's eyes widened as he stared at John's hand on his, "J-john."

"I… um…" John smiled weakly. "Have no idea why I did that-"

Sherlock just smiled, "No it's… ok…."

John smiled weakly. Could this possibly be it? when he finally managed to be with somebody else? That was over 10 years ago, and everyone told him it was time to move in. it was just too bad that the man he'd fallen for was a sociopath whom could never love him.

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