The night. That night.
It was about 11 pm when John walked down the Baker Street. He had been out with Stamford to talk about their time at Bart's and about their new jobs. He was quite tired and just wanted to go to bed. He walked up the stairs of 221B and noticed that the door was open. Sherlock never let it open like that.
John made his way up to the door and could just stare in shock: the flat was an awful mess! The books were all over the carpet, the curtains were torn off the windows and even the table was upside down. In the middle of the mess, John could see Sherlock who was sitting on the ground his face burried in his hands. John slowly walked through the door without making the taller man noticing. "Sherlock.... are you ok?" At that Sherlock jumped up and yelled: "Get out! Leave me alone!" But he was not facing John. Instead he stared out of the window. "Sherlock what is wrong with you?! You can't think that I will just leave after what you did to our flat!" John said as loud that Mrs Hudson even could have heard it. " What the hell happened?!" Sherlock was still staring out of the window and John could make out something that sounded like a sob.
Oh good god! He was crying! John slowly walked over to Sherlock and put his hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Hey..." he said with a calm and sweet voice but Sherlock inched at the touch of Johns hand and moved away. John really began to worry about his friend. Who of course was more than a friend to John. In the last months the Doctor had experienced some sort of feelings for the Detective. Which he was sure Sherlock didn't reply. "Why don't you show me your face?" John was putting his hand under Sherlock's chin and forced him nicely to turn his head around. Sherlock accepted finally and slowly turned his head around. John's heart stopped the moment he saw that massive black eye and the bleeding cheek that covered Sherlock's face. "Wha..." John stuttered. He just didn't know what to say. "Wha... What happened?" he finally got out. Sherlock tried to get the right words together in his head and said: " The Drugs... I... I took them again and...I just couldn't control myself... so I ... I got in a fight on the streets and ..."
John couldn't hold himself any longer and pulled the taller man into a warm embrace. Sherlock burried his face into John's neck and John could feel Sherlock's tears dropping on his skin. "Shh.." John whispered, " it's okay. It's okay Sherlock I'm here."
