Fluff & Stuff

Relief

"Honey, I'm hom-" John was cut off by a cup shattering next to him, narrowly missing his head. "Jesus!" John yelped in surprise.

He walked into the living room ducking from a book being thrown across the room. He noticed the table was flipped over, the couch cushions were spread everywhere, many books were thrown across the floor, Sherlock's armchair had been knocked over and the small coffee table was upside down. He spotted Sherlock sitting in his chair, that had not been moved from place. Her knees were tucked in and her hands were covering her face.

"Sherlock?" John asked unsurely, causing her to snap her head to face John. John then noticed how red her entire face was and the tears that dripped down her quickly. Her eyes widened, her whole self seeming to transform into one emotion.

"John!" She cried happily, scrambling out of her seat and tackling him with a hug. Luckily, John could hold her weight and stood standing. "I thought I'd lost you." Sherlock said, hugging John tighter.

"Why would you loose me?" John asked softly, half understanding why the place was a mess. He ran a hand through Sherlock's hair, untangling a few of the small knots that had done their way into her hair for the past few hours. This small action seemed to bring Sherlock to ease, her pacing heart finally slowing down and beating normally.

"Moriarty threatened me again yesterday. I thought he killed you." Sherlock said, running her hands through John's hair in return as if to help John comfort her.

"It's okay. I'm fine. Don't worry. I won't ever leave you." John assured her, placing a kiss on her head.

"I sure as hell hope not." Sherlock said, breathing a shaky sigh of relief.