Discovered (Johnlock Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

Time seemed to slow (it didn't actually slow, of course, the extra adrenaline in my blood caused me to become hyper-aware) as multiple events happened fleetly at the same time. The bullet flew from my gun right between the two burly guards, grazing both of their upper arms enough to draw blood. Both of the men yelped in surprise, one dropping his gun to place his hand over the wound. Banks looked surprised, and turned toward the closer of the two to check if he was okay. While he did so, I moved forward and quickly kneed him in a most painful place , causing him to scream and double over. As Banks was bent over, I brought my elbow down hard on the base of his skull. I felt the crack of his neck snapping with the impact, paralysing if not killing him. The kidnapper went down.

I didn't take time to marvel my success; there were still two men staring straight at me, one bearing a gun and both glaring murderously at me. I balled my fist and sent the strongest punch I could muster at the closer man's nose, breaking it and sending him to the ground. I hopped over him to get to the second guard, who was pointing his gun at me with a smug grin on his face. I could see though it though; there was a glint of terror in his eye. I didn't hesitate for a second: I grabbed his head with my hands and collided his forehead with my own, knocking the final guard out cold. His head slipped from my hands as he crumpled to the ground. I stepped back, avoiding the three men collapsed around me, and rushed to the front of John's chair.

As soon as I started moving I cried out in agony. My hand flew down to my lower abdomen and my whole midsection felt as if it were on fire. The last guard must have shot me as I knocked him out, because when I pulled my hand back, it was dripping with fresh blood. The adrenaline was draining from me quickly, along with blood, so I needed to sit down. I went around John's chair so I was right in front of him, my breaths becoming quicker and shallower. My knees buckled, and I fell on the floor, my hands on John's legs to keep my upright. I grabbed his hand with one of mine to keep myself sitting up, and with the other, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and phoned Mycroft.

I was drifting in and out of conciousness as he answered. "Brother! What happened? Are you injured?" He could tell that I was injured from my ragged breaths and lack of immediate answer, but I tried to reply anyway.

"I-I've been s-shot..." My voice was small, and my words stuttered as I breathed. "Ban-Banks...dead. Get...get h-help. John...John...J-J-...Joh..." I could hear Mycroft speaking louder and faster, but his words faded as the world span into darkness, leaving me clutching the unmoving hand of my John.

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My eyes opened, disoriented, trying to find out where I was and how. Everything was white, the ceiling above me, the walls, my bed. It became obvious that I was in a hospital from the beeping monitor and the white gown I wore. I lifted my head up and attempted to sit up, but that immediately started to make my stomach hurt a lot, so I stopped, letting out an involuntary gasp before laying back down.

At this point, I noticed another figure in the room. I looked over at Mycroft, who was now moving to the chair next to my bed, hair dishevelled and looking as if he hadn't showered in days. His suit was slightly wrinkled, suggesting he slept in it, and the purple rings under his eyes suggested that he didn't sleep well.

"Don't get up, Brother dear, you can't yet. Just be still." His voice sounded lethargic; he just woke up from a nap on the small sofa near the door.

"Where did they put John? Is he okay?" My voice was hoarse, but I spoke anyway.

"John's fine," Mycroft said assuringly. "He's in the next room, actually. He's lost a lot of blood, but otherwise, you two both have nearly identical wounds, and you will both recover. He hasn't woken up yet, though. He needed a bit more blood, so he may take another day or two."

I almost asked Mycroft how long I was asleep, but I looked at his facial hair and figured that I'd been out for about two or three days. "When I'm able, I'd like to see him. I need to apologize."

At the last word, Mycroft raised his eyebrows and bore a confused expression. "Did you just say you were going to apologize?" He looked taken aback. After a moment of me silently giving him a look, he replied with a short "Hm," and went silent for a little while.

"Oh," I added quickly. Mycroft raised his eyebrow. "What happened to Banks and the other two?" My brother looked down for a minute before lifting his head, smiling just a small bit.

"Banks was killed immediately from a blow to the top of the spine. Great job, if I may add. The other two guards were knocked out briefly, but will recover."

I grinned.

Over the next day, I tried to get myself to sit up, and eventually stand. This consisted of several failed attempts, many of those involving me laying back down, nearly screaming in pain, and one including me falling to the ground, also almost yelling out. By the evening, I was shuffling painfully down the hallway, Mycroft standing protectively next to me, preventing me from falling.

As soon as I deemed myself fit, I went straight into John's room. There he lay, sound asleep. Still breathing. I made Mycroft leave, telling him to go home and spend the night there. He only would have left if he could come back early the next morning, so I obliged. Once Mycroft was out of the room, I made my way painfully over to John's bed. I pulled a chair up so it was right at his side and sat down gingerly. Just as I grabbed his hand, a nurse walked in with a confused expression.

"Mister Holmes, sorry to intrude, but you're not supposed to be out and about quite yet, do you mind going back to your room?" She spoke politely, ignoring the interlocked hands, and had a slightly fearful expression on her face. I deduced that Mycroft had spoken to her on him way out; he probably told her to be careful. Good thing, too.

"Yes actually, I do mind," I stated flatly. I added in an angry tone, "I need to stay in here to make sure he's okay. I'm not leaving this room because the only reason I made it in here was because I had assistance, and that assistance is now gone. I'm staying the night here, in this chair. Do tell the other nurses before they try to get me back to my room. Good night." I gave the now terrified nurse a look suggesting she leave us alone. She nodded quickly and walked out. I smirked and turned back toward John, stroking his hand with one thumb, his hair with the other. I don't recall just how long I stayed like that, but after a while I found myself dosing off. I let my eyes close and I fell asleep.

(A/N) Hello everyone! I honestly can't remember when I updated last, so I'm not sure if this took incredibly long to publish, and if so I'm sorry. But, I hope you enjoyed! Sherly's gon see John next chapter, y'all don't wanna miss that! Until the next chapter!