Strange Detective

"Your safe now"

John didn't have time to question how their enemy had somehow come back to life stronger than ever because the two men were closer and John began to stumble backwards. He reached around himself to check for his sling ring and then created a weapon out of his bare hands. Golden sparks everywhere as he swung out at the two men surprisingly gotten one backwards and knocking him unconscious.

He ran off and made a portal to the street where the man followed through and tried to aim a dagger at John who dodged it easily. He felt around for his gun but he realized he didn't have it and groaned irritably.

"Why can't you just die already?" John moaned, creating a spear and aiming it at the man who dodged it and threw his own dagger at John, grazing his long since damaged shoulder.

"How's your little boyfriend?" The man sneered, chucking a spear from one hand to the other.

"I'm not gay!" John said automatically, he then positioned his hands to far the earth and the earth twisted and then there was a bus heading their way and John jumped out the way but the man was hit and killed instantly. John felt a bit bad but then he remembered Sherlock and instantly any guilt he had felt left him instantly.

John made a portal onto the rooftop where he had left Sherlock and raced through it. The cape was swaying slightly as though rocking a child and John came over to it, checking Sherlock through the material.

He then made a portal straight to Bartholomew's hospital where he knew his way around and the cape followed him through, laying Sherlock carefully down on a hospital bed, still unconscious. John quickly hooked him up to a heart monitor to keep constant check of his heart rate and then began to reposition Sherlocks arm and then put it into a splint.

Once Sherlocks arm was done he checked for any other damage and began to patch up Sherlocks cuts, including a deep gash across his cheek which he then stitched up wiping away all the dry blood.

Sherlock stayed asleep for a little while more so John decided to take him home to rest therefore no one in the hospital could stumble in on them.

John made the cape carry Sherlock again and they went through one more portal leading them to John's room, John set the bed up and the cape gently unraveled Sherlock and set him sleeping on the bed as John propped his arm up with a pillow and lay the blanket over him.

The sky had cleared, the threatening galaxy was gone, but he knew it would be back, no enemy stays away. Moriarty was back but he wasn't any of John's or Sherlocks concern for now, John leaned down and kissed Sherlocks gently on the lips.

"Rest love" John whispered, taking the cape and leaving it to hover beside Sherlock, a guardian over his weak body. John then sat at the edge of the bed, watching over Sherlock until he woke up.

A few hours later Sherlocks fingers began to twitch and his eyes moved slightly until they fluttered open and looked weakly at John,

"Hey sherl" John whispered sweetly bridging a curl from Sherlocks eyes and then planting a kiss on the detectives forehead.

He tried to sit up but grimaced in pain as his arm screeched in agony.

"No don't do that, you've broke your arm" John said softly pushing Sherlock back into the bed.

"What about the seminar?" Sherlock asked, looking around himself slightly dazed.

"The damage is being sorted now and the enemy will return but not for a while I think that was a warning not an actual attack we just have to be ready when they do come back, but for now you need to rest and a broken arm that needs healing."

Sherlock groaned at his injury and sat up avoiding all use of his arm and then swung his legs round and getting out of the bed.

He helped Sherlock downstairs to his own room because he then had closer access to the rest of the house and left him to get some painkillers and water for the detective.

By the time he got back Sherlock was standing and looking through his wardrobe trying to look for something.

"Sherlock what are you doing?" John asked amused as Sherlock threw items of clothing over his shoulder.

"I was trying to find something to wear that wasn't this" Sherlock explained gesturing wildly to his attire, "can we go out later?"

"Okay do you want help with that?" John asked standing next to Sherlock and bending down into the wardrobe as well, "of course we can go out later, pajamas or casual wear?" John asked.

"Can't go out in pajamas can I?" Sherlock said sarcastically.

"Can if you want to" John said softly.

"Casual" Sherlock decided, and sat back on his heels and nearly losing his balance so he grabbed hold of John. John chuckled and took Sherlocks jeans that were folded underneath and his purple shirt because it was his and Sherlocks favorite.

"Okay so get dressed we'll go out" John said happily, lifting Sherlock to his feet and handing him the clothes along with a pair of purple converse. Sherlock went over to his bed and sat down as John left the room, waiting patiently outside.

He waited for a little while until he heard Sherlock call him and went into the room. Sherlock was standing with one arm in his shirt and the other hanging lamely, his shoes were untied and he looked fed up with life in general.

"Stupid arm" Sherlock muttered as John kneeled down and tied Sherlocks shoes neatly and then helped Sherlock slip his injured arm into the sleeve and then buttoning the purple shirt so it was stretched slightly taut over his skin.

"There we go, gorgeous as ever" John said softly, kissing Sherlocks blushing cheek and then moving to kiss his Cupid bow lips very gently with his own. He then laced his fingers with Sherlock and lead him out of the room where they met with mrs Hudson at the bottom of the stairs.

"Off out boys?" She asked sweetly, smiling at the two men.

"Yup" Sherlock replied popping the 'p', squeezing John's hand gently and tugging slightly towards the door.

"If that's alright with you mrs.Hudson" John joked, smiling widely as though asking a daughters father if they could take the daughter to prom.

"Of course it's alright John" she laughed, pushing them towards the door, John waved goodbye with the hand that was attached to Sherlocks and she squealed and began to rock back and forth excitedly. "Have fun boys!"

They then hailed a cab and climbed in, john holding the door for Sherlock and then sliding in after. The cabbie smiled at them as John pulled Sherlock to lean on his shoulder and he melted into the touch, leaning more into John as John wrapped his arm around Sherlocks waist and rested his cheek on Sherlocks head.