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between moments (s4)

(Spoilers for s4)

"if you would just say hi, come over for a Cup of tea, yes John?"

"Please, John call me back. It's about Sherlock, he is.... oh i don't know, i think he just needs you. Call him."

"John. This is getting out of Hands. I don't know what to do anymore."

John listened to the voicmails Mrs Hudson had left him. He knew he could just call. Just drop by sometimes. Just send a text. But he didn't knew what to do, what to say and how to act. It seemed that everything became more complicated. He couldn't just Forget the death of his wife and he couldn't just act like this all didn't happen and not the roll Sherlock had played.

Not even after Mollys words.

They kept him thinking so. About what happened. About Sherlock. About their Friendship. What Kind of friend didn't saw when his friend was so Close to the abyss. What kind of friend has he been to Sherlock?

It been a while since he visited baker street. He didn't hear anything from Sherlock, aside from Mrs Hudsons voicemails.

It would be so easy to pick up the phone. And so hard at the same time.

He could talk with his therapist about Sherlock. But he was not in the mood to explain their relationship. 

It was a Tuesday afternoon, in the middle of his therapy session when he heard a loud noise outside. It was the growling noise of a car, maybe more than one and the sirens of police cars coming closer. John and Ella stood up to look out of the window to see a red sportscar dashing in to their direction to crash into his bins and stopping half on the pavement. The police cars were just seconds behind them.

John had opened the door to tell the maniac of a driver to get of his front garden when the car doors opened and mrs Hudson herself got out of the car. A rather angry policeman was about to tell her about trafic rules when she gave him her phone with the words "Mycroft wants to talk to you". The policeman straighten up at these words, nodded and grabbed the phone.

John stood perplexed at the door. "Oh John, it's so nice to see you. How are you doing ?" she hugged him and let herself in. While John still tried to find words.

"Is this your car?" were the first ones he could find. "for gods sake, my husband was a drug dealer, I own property on central london. I'm not your housekeeper" Mrs Hudson rolled her eyes.

"So what are you doing here?" John asked.

"You won't answer the phone. So i had to come. Would you please see Sherlock? I know he needs you, even when he wouldn't admit it, but he is in a bad shape. Very bad."

"Well, maybe..yes okay, fine, when i get the chance." he couldn't resist Mrs Hudson face to face. but he was not prepared that she would open the trunk and reveal an anxcious looking Sherlock who was high as a kit and handcuffed.

"Well, on you go. Examine him"

John could convince Mrs Hudson to bring Sherlock inside first. When they entered the living room where Ella was stille waiting, Sherlock looked at her like shortly and then decided "I don't know her face, i don't like her" while letting himself fall in an armchair.

"Are you telling me what you took?" John ignored Sherlocks comment and asked as cold as he could. He couldn't look him in the eye. Now he had to be a doctor.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "It's nothing, i'm fine" he mumbled. Then he took a sip out of the Vase infront of him. Mrs Hudson was shaking her head.

With a trained movemene John had grabbed Sherlocks sleeve and turned it to him. Little dots showed were the injection had been. John inhaled sharply a let go again. Before Sherlock could turn away, he had his face between his Hands and examined with a small flashlight his eyes.

Close up. Sherlock couldn't breath while his heartbeat gained Speed. Maybe it was the drugs in his blood System but he could see every Little peace of Johns face, like he would look at him through a microscope. The touch of his fingers on his cold cheeks were cooling, but firm. Sherlocks eyes rested on John, his lipes trembeld, while Johns face tried not to Show any visible emotions.

What felt like a lifetime was over in a few seconds and Johns face distanced again.

"All we can do is to wait untill the drugs are out of his System again." John said. His voice was steady, nearly sharp and still he didn't look at Sherlock. Not really.

"I told you I'm fine" Sherlock said again.

"You nearly killed yourself" the words came out as a whisper. An angry whisper. Johns blank face turned furious. He smashed a fist against the table. "How many times, Sherlock, have i told you that you could have talked to me or anyone. Instead of doing that disgusting thing, that will destroy you eventually"

Now he looked at Sherlock. Looked him right in the eye. And saw the broken man in front of him.

"How do you feel?" Johns therapist asked after Mrs Hudson and Sherlock went home again. After he promised to see Sherlock tomorrow, for another check up.

"I don't know"

(AN: Sorry that this took so Long, i hope i have more time the following days/weeks to up-date sooner. And sorry for grammar mistakes.)