John jumped to attention.
He couldn't lose Sherlock. Not again.
He ignored his wifes shouts and sprinted out onto the street, his grey dressing gown flailing behind him. It took an agonizingly long time for a taxi to stop for John who was shaking with fear and cold.
John was aching with longing and regret, he had to get to sherlock in time. He just had to.
When a taxi finally stopped John got into it without hesitation.
"Where to" the driver asked
"221b, Baker street. Could you hurry please" John replied.
John arrived outside the flat ten long minutes later.
As he walked to the door he wondered
Am I too late?
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Old habits (Johnlock)
FanfictionWhat is Sherlock without John. Sherlock is back to where he started. Back to old habits TRIGGER WARNING. THEMES OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE
