Title: Without You

Author's Name: Laura Sichrovsky

Fandom: Sherlock

Rating: PG

Pairing: None

Warnings: None.

Spoilers: None really.

Summary: This is my attempt at a 221B. I see a lot of stories where John is injured and Sherlock has to deal. But what if it was the other way around?

Disclaimer: This is where I put the statement saying that I do not own John or Sherlock, (Heh! I wish!), or anything relating to the show or books. No one is paying me to do this and if you feel the sudden urge to send me gifts, you might want to talk to someone about that. Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat own all things Sherlock and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle owns the rights to Holmes and Watson. None of them have given me permission to use these characters as I have so if you have problems with the story, please send the pretzel bombs to me, not them.

Author's Notes: Thanks need to be given, and here is where they go. Thanks to Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat for giving me a Sherlock I can get behind. Thanks to Benedict Cumberbatch for making this Sherlock so amazing. I tried to fight it, but he was just too remarkable not to fall for. Big thank yous to Emma de los Nardos and Gemma for the super-fast beta jobs. Your input was invaluable and I owe you both so much! And my biggest thank yous to my biggest influence and my best friend, Ann. She's the best beta ever and without her, I am nothing. (Couldn't do it without you, love. Wouldn't want to try.)

Without You

"Don't you dare die on me!" John's voice is harsh in his own ears, echoing off the stone walls of the empty warehouse.

He leans in, once more examining the bullet wound in Sherlock's side and he's having a hard time controlling the flood of suffocating panic.

"John," Sherlock gasps, his face pale and sweaty.

"No, I mean it," John responds, resisting the urge to touch Sherlock's face. "You are going to be fine and then we are taking that bloody holiday that I've been trying to force on you."

"John," Sherlock tries again, but his breath seems stuck in his lungs and John's vision is suddenly blurred by tears.

"Please," John says, his voice wavering. "You can't leave me."

Sherlock looks up at him, his eyes wide and John smiles. He can hear Lestrade and his team running around behind him and the reassuring sound of the ambulance pulling up.

"Please hold on, Sherlock. I can't…without you…please." John can't find the words, but Sherlock seems to understand and he reaches out and takes John's hand.

John sees a look of determination cross Sherlock's face and he knows that it will be okay. They'll get through this. And then they'll go away somewhere to discuss things between them. John looks into Sherlock's eyes and suddenly his future doesn't seem so bleak.