Johnlock ~ Here For You

The Nightmare Has Only Just Begun

"Oh Sherlock are you alright dear? Would you like a cup of tea?" Mrs Hudson fumbled as she held the door open and helped John ease Sherlock into his chair.

"I'm fine, thank you Mrs Hudson although that cup of tea would be lovely." Sherlock smiled.

"Alright dear, just this once though as you're not feeling too well, I'm not your house keeper." she said over her shoulder as she quickly walked into a bomb site of a kitchen. Sherlock only shook his head and closed his eyes, throbbing pain radiating from his abdomen making him feel uncomfortable.

"Here." John said soothingly passing Sherlock some pain relief, "I could tell you were in pain, the doctor said you should take some of those if the pain ever becomes too much, take them with your tea." Mrs Hudson passed Sherlock the cup and sat in John's chair while Sherlock took the pills. They were pale orange in colour and tasted a little dry and were to Sherlock's distaste.

"They taste awful!" Sherlock exclaimed pulling a face of disgust, but soon felt the pain melt away.

"They're not supposed to taste nice, what did you expect sugar cubes?" John rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"No," Sherlock scoffed, "Just something that didn't taste like chemically made garbage. Orange flavour? Does the pharmacy even know what fruit tastes like? Because this certainly isn't it!" John looked at Sherlock with a slight smirk plastered to his features and started to laugh. His shoulders moved back and his body straightened out quivering with laughter. Laugh lines scattered his face and his bright blue eyes glittered. "What's so funny?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"Oh it's nothing." John replied humorously shaking his head.

"Oh." was all Sherlock had to say utterly confused. "Right and John?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm bored," Sherlock groaned "Lestrade won't give me a case either. John BORED."

"Yes I get it you're bored Sherlock and I specifically told Lestrade not to give you a case." John saw Sherlock about to protest, "And before you say anything the doctor told you to take it easy, you are not leaving the flat end of."

Sherlock just stared at John in disbelief. "Well I best be off dears." Mrs Hudson said as she walked across the room and headed for the door.

"Goodbye Mrs Hudson and thanks for the tea." John shouted to her retreating back, Sherlock just nodded in response.

"The least you could've done was thank her!" John exclaimed. Sherlock didn't answer and instead stood up with surprising ease and began to play his violin.

Frustrated John told Sherlock, "Right. Fine, ok be that way I'm going out to buy some milk." Sherlock, to John's annoyance, just continued to play. Mumbling under his breath John stood up and walked out of 221B and hailed a cab to the nearest supermarket.

Alone at last Sherlock placed his violin back into its stand and walked aimlessly around the flat thoughts whizzing.

By the time John got back Sherlock wasn't anywhere to be seen, he checked everywhere even called Lestrade to see if he had seen him, but no luck. Sherlock was gone. Slightly panicking John searched for a note or any sign of where Sherlock could've got to, but again no luck. He tried Sherlock's phone multiple times but he didn't pick up what's the point in having a phone if you can't be bothered to answer it John thought. Sighing he wondered into the kitchen and placed the milk into the fridge and then proceeded to his bedroom, all he could do now was wait...

"Oompf!" Sherlock placed the heavy bags onto the kitchen table making a loud thump in the process. "Why is shopping so hard?!" he moaned.

"Sherlock? Where have you been, I was worried sick!" John said furious.

"I went shopping." Sherlock replied in a lower volume than he expected.

"What?! Speak up Sherlock." John said more calmly than earlier.

"I said, I went shopping, alright? I never do anything for anyone you said so yourself. I do one nice thing for you, completely out of my way and this is the thanks I get?" Sherlock shouted angrily. "You know what John? I've had enough, j-just go away and leave me alone." and with that Sherlock stormed across the hall and slammed the door to his bedroom with such an incredible force the door frame shook.

John just stood there gobsmacked, he didn't know what to say he had no idea Sherlock felt this way. John fought off the urge to call to Sherlock and to check to see if he was alright but instead he did as he was asked, grabbed his coat and walked straight out of 221B and headed off somewhere quiet for a few hours to let Sherlock calm down.

Where is he? Why hasn't he checked on me yet? He never does what I ask of him. Sherlock thought as he aimlessly ran his fingers over his slightly healed stiches. "John?" Sherlock called out to him but he received no reply. "Good he's finally gone." Sherlock smiled as he heaved himself up and wrapped his dressing gown loosely around his waist. He headed towards the living room sat on the sofa, aimlessly browsing through the TV channels. "Boring...Boring and surprise, surprise boring!" Sherlock moaned without John at home the flat was boring. Out of boredom Sherlock stood up from his chair and threw himself on the sofa momentarily forgetting about his recently acquired injures. He landed roughly on his side and whacked his heel on the corner of the coffee table causing a sharp pain to travel up his lower leg. "Ow that wasn't very clever now was it? Great, now I'm sounding like John, ugh." Sherlock muttered to himself, "What to do, what to do hmmmm...." Sherlock wondered as he walked to the kitchen and back again.