Johnlock Oneshots

Blindsided

"You think you're clever, don't your, Mr. Holmes?" the teacher asked, his hands clasped behind his back.

"I'm not as clever as you think." Sherlock spoke coolly, "You're just less intelligent than I expected." The teacher growled, staring daggers into the detective's icy eyes. Sherlock turned to speak to John but was met with an empty space next to him. He circled around, his eyes scanning the area in panic.

"Or are you just blind to perfect opportunities?" The teacher purred as he revealed a small vial of what looked like water, "Do you know what this is, Mr. Holmes?" The detective stared at it for a moment before answering.

"That's either water or hydrochloric acid." He backed away cautiously, watching as the criminal opened the vial.

"A plus, detective." The man purred as he circled around the ravenette, making Sherlock spin to follow his every move, "It's a shame you won't be able to find Dr. Watson." Suddenly he threw the liquid at Sherlock, causing him to bend over to avoid it. He watched as it sizzled on the ground, easily tearing through the school floor.

"Nice shot, teach." Sherlock smirked as officers ran into the room, grabbing the man by the arms and forcing them by his back, "Now, where is John?!" He asked loudly. The teacher laughed and shook his head.

"You twit, he's in the supply closet." He motioned with his head to a door with a foggy window, "But be careful~" He purred. Sherlock growled as he hurriedly approached the door, peeking through the window to try to see his friend.

There he was. He was tied up in a chair, his head slumped down from being badly bruised. John looked up for a moment and looked at Sherlock, a pained smile on his face. The detective hissed as he imagined all of the things he had in plan if he ever saw that teacher again. Sherlock fiddled with the doorknob, finding it unlocked. 'Weird..No matter! I need to save John!' He shook his head.

The detective swung open the door,

"John!" He exclaimed.

"Sh-sher, wait!" John painfully responded as he watched his friend get splashed in the eyes with a chemical. Sherlock collapsed onto the ground in pain, rubbing his eyes to try to get rid of the stinging in his eyes.

"J-JOHN!" He cried, "MY EYES!" He whimpered on the ground and curled up into a ball when Lestrade walked in. He saw the detective in his state and rushed him to the ambulance that was outside.

"Sherlock?" Lestrade grabbed him by the shoulders to try to ground him, "Oi, can you hear me, mate?"

"Ngh-please..It hurts.." The detective blinked his eyes, trying to see. He swatted away any hands that tried to touch him, "..J-John?! I can't see!" He cried, his face burning as tears cascaded down his face.

"Hey..Hey.." Lestrade tried to comfort the detective who was hyperventilating, "They're just going to take you to the hospital now..You're in no condition to be..you." The DI shivered as he saw the poor excuses for eyes when he tried to blink, wanting to forget that memory. His eyes looked..horrendous.

Lestrade watched as the EMTs struggled with Sherlock, practically forced into holding him down on the gurney so that he could be taken away. But soon enough the ambulance sped off, leaving the DI to talk to John. He took a deep breath before approaching the blogger who was sitting on the back of another ambulance, an orange shock blanket draped around his shoulders.

"..Greg." John's eyes darted to his friend as he watched him approach, "I-Is Sherlock okay?" He asked quietly, causing Lestrade to wince.

"Erm." Lestrade scratched the back of his neck before continuing, "The chemical got right into his eyes. I'm not a doctor but it looked bad.." He said honestly, watching as John's eyes fell to the ground. It was silent from then on, Lestrade not wanting John to worry about his best friend and John wanting to keep his composure.