Old Friends

Unexpected

It all happened too fast for any of them to grasp it. The gun fired, pulling all of their attention to the man in front of them. The smart smirk had broken away and disappeared and had been replaced by one of pure rage.

"Now, who wants to take one for the team?" He growled, pointing the gun at the group and shot it again. It just grazed the side of Sherlock's head causing him to fall backwards and hit the table; Piper ran at Max, tackling him to the floor and using whatever attack she could against him, just when she thought she had the upperhand, he pulled out a small knife and burried it into her side, dragging it all the way up to her rib cage. She yelled in pain and fell to the floor. Max went to fire the gun at her, John jumped into action and pulled him down, thumping his head against the wall, dazing him. Lastraude burst through the door at that very moment, watching John throw the man onto the floor. He grabbed him off of John, tightening cuffs around his wrists and passing him off onto another officer.

"How did you-?" John started, but didn't know what the rest of his question actually was.

"Sherlock" was Lastraude's only response. "Need any help?" He looked to John whilst offering Piper a hand off the floor without breaking eye contact.

"Uh, a ride to Barts and a babysitter for Rosie?" He asked, hopefully. Gregg nodded and supported Piper as John grabbed Sherlock. He asked another officer to sit with Rosie whilst he took the trio to the hospital and dragged Piper down the stairs. Her legs collapsed halfway down causing both her and Gregg to stumble a little. He lifted her up bridal style and carried her to his car, placint her in the passengers seat and opening the back door for John and Sherlock, who was now concious, but unable to form any words. The drive to Barts was short and silent. Molly was waiting outside with her arms crossed and an extremely stern look plastered on her face.

"Can't you two just make any normal enemies?" She asked looking at the state of Sherlock and Piper.

"That's exactly what i said" John exclaimed, shaking his head. Gregg handed Piper over to Molly, who smiled sympathetically at the woman she held in her arms.

"Right, i'm off. No more getting into trouble you lot. I'll be back at your place with Rosie around six" He nodded at John, sliding back into his car. The four headed inside to Molly's lab. She handed John a small bottle of red pills for Sherlock to take and an icepack for his head and dragged Piper into the room opposite them. Sherlock sat there on the counter, slowly piecing himself back together when he felt something ice cold touch his head. He flinched back and turned around to see John smirking.

"Here. Molly said this should help numb it and these," he passed over the crimson coloured pills "should help with the pain"

"Ah, swell. Drugs" Sherlock smiled sarcastically before rolling his eyes. John scoffed and shook his head.

"Sherlock, you literally overdosed on Heroine"

"Your point being?" He looked at John a small light in his eyes. They both chuckled and looked over to the room that Molly and Piper were in, just in time to catch the end of a kiss. "Oh" Sherlock whispered, looking taken aback. "That is one thing i did not expect"

"You can say that again" John muttered, both their eyes glued to the women looking lovingly into each others eyes. They looked away quickly, silently agreeing not to say a word. Both women walked back into the room, Piper with a slight limp, but a smile in her eyes and Molly with small spring in her step and a smile on her face.

"It's ok. We know you saw. We were actually going to tell you today, but then you guys just so happened to get attacked by some psycho in a suit" Molly sighed happily. John and Sherlock let out a breath that neither of them knew they were holding in. Sherlock pulled Piper and Molly into a hug, lauging slightly.

"I'm happy for you two. Really. I'm glad you found each other" he cheered as he pulled away.

"Really? You're okay with it? Just like that? Huh" Molly smiled looking over to the shorter black haired girl, who had, by now, grabbed her hand. Both men looked at them, confused.

"We though we may have had to convince you a little, but that doesn't seem to be the case" Piper tilted her head happily. A habbit of hers that started from the day the Holmes family took her in.

"Let me look at your head" Molly broke away from Piper and gently pushed Sherlock's face to the side, examining his wound. "It doesn't seem to need stitches, just the ice pack and the painkillers, oh, and a lot of rest. No cases for at least a week, no firing guns, no being dangerous and take it easy" She ordered as she stepped away from him. "I'll let you guys go home, clean up, take the rest of the day to realax and i'll pop in tomorrow to check up on you" she smiled softly, placing a gentle peck on Piper's lips. "I love you" she whispered in her ear as she hugged her.

"I love you too" Piper whispered back and off they went. They hailed a cab and slid in. When they got home the place was silent. There was blood on the floor still and the contents from the table scattered over the floor. John pushed it all to the side with his foot, mumbling something along the lines of 'i'll deal with it tomorrow' and helping Sherlock onto the sofa.

"If neither of you mind, i'll take that cup of tea now" Sherlock spluttered the pain slowly reaching his senses.

"Sure thing" John nodded, looking to Piper, silently asking her.

"Please" she asked breathlessly. "Tea would be wonderful" John smiled and pointed to the other end of the sofa, ordering her to sit and she did, lying one foot over Sherlock, trying not to crumple her stitches.

"Today was eventful" Sherlock yawned, looking to his best friend.

"Ugh. Don't go there. The last time i left him he was dead" she threw her head back in frustration.

"Well clearly not" he teased, chuckling at Piper's reaction: her head whipped up as she glared at him, daring him to go on. That's how the rest of the night was spent. Sherlock and Piper winding each other up and John trying to be the mediator between them and calm them down, eventually giving up and putting on a Disney movie, distracting both of the fully grown infants. It was a great night. John got to see the Sherlock that Piper grew up with and they all got a moment to relax. That was until morning, when there was a loud knock at the door that woke everyone up causing the room to become full of the whines of three children and the grumbling rants of John. He went to answer it, fumbling as he went. He opened it to see a tall, black haired woman standing there with a go bag.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" He groaned, clearly annoyed by the sudden appearence of strangers over the past two days. Piper walked up behind him to see what the noise was about, but stopped dead in her tracks as she saw who was standing at the door.

"Mum?"