A Burning Desire (Johnlock Fanfic)

Fire

A/N ~ At this point in the story John doesn't know Sherlock is alive. (Just thought I'd put it out there since Sherlock reveals himself to John beforehand in the episode)

It was getting hot. Too hot for John to handle. He could feel the soles of his feet getting unbearably warm. What was happening? Why was he in this mess? Where was Sherlock when you needed him? A tear formed at the thought of Sherlock. "At least when I die I'll see you again Sher." John said softly. He managed to curl into the fetal position and the tear fell. John closed his eyes and more tears began to fall. His feet were burning and he was pretty sure his shoes were on fire. The smoke was making it harder to breathe and John felt as though he was was going to pass out. Then, John felt his arm being pulled. Hard. He was too weak from the fumes to resist as he felt is arm being pulled more and more. Then fresh air. He bagan to hear a voice calling his name with desperation. "JOHN! JOHN! JOHN PLEASE TALK TO ME! JOHN!" That voice...it was so familiar...but from where? "JOHN PLEASE? CAN YOU HEAR ME JOHN?" Sherlock... Sherlock! It was Sherlock! But...no. It couldn't be. Could it? Sherlock is dead, there is no way he'd be here now. John's thoughts were racing. The voice was getting louder and slighlty calmer. "John please? Please be okay, you're safe now, I promise John. You're with me. You're okay." There was no mistaking that voice. It was Sherlock. John found the strength to open his eyes. Everything was hazy but he could make out the outline of his rescuer. John tried to speak but nothing came out, his throat was dry and burned. "Sherlock? Is that you?" He managed to ask before breaking out into a coughing fit. "Yes John, it is, I promise you. Drink this, you'll feel better." Sherlock helped John drink some water to soothe his throat. "Thank you, but how can it be you? I thought you were dead? I saw you fall from the building! It can't be."

"I assure you John, it is me. I'm not dead. I promise."

"Then what..how...I?" John was silenced by Sherlock's finger on his lips.

"I'll explain when we get back home" The last thing John felt was Sherlock's arms lift him and carry him bridal style before he blacked out.