John's Pov
I sit at the desk twirling a pen between my fingers watching it twist and writhe under my control. Checking the computer there are no appointments for Dr. Freeman until 4 O'clock. That gives me 3 hours to sit here and do nothing. Maybe monitor walkins, but other than that, I sit here, doing nothing.
Picking up my phone I dial Sherlock's number. He picks up almost right away.
"Hello?"
"Sherlock, you alright?" I lean forward in my seat, almost getting ready to stand up.
"Yes, yeah, fine." his voice sounds shaky, like he's scared or has been crying.
"Are you sure?" I ask, to confirm. He wouldn't lie to me.
"Yes, of course." His voice seems more lifted and I smile at hearing his voice.
"How is your day going love?" I smile and lean back in the chair again. I resist the urge to put my feet on the desk, and grab the cup of lukewarm coffee, but not drink it, just hold it.
"Good." His voice shakes and I lean forward again, suddenly worried.
"Sherlock, what's wrong?"
"John, I" His voice cracks and I hear him break down.
"Sherlock, love, I'm coming home right now!" I jump up from the chair and grab my coat from the hook. Yelling at the doctor in the other room that I need to go. Rushing from the room I run down the street, praying and hoping that he's ok, not hanging up, but not saying anything, just breathing heavily into the phone, listening to him break down.
"Please be ok Sherlock." I say as I run into the flat and up the stairs to find Sherlock in a heap on the ground. "Sherlock!"
"John, please don't be mad."
"Sherlock, I'm not mad." I take him into my arms and cuddle him close to my chest. "Sherlock, I'm sorry I wasn't here. I wasn't here for you, but from now on, I will be. I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'll be here now. I promise."
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Time Makes it Harder (JohnLock)
FanfictionWar!Lock Johnlock (Possible trigger warnings) AU where Sherlock returns from the war instead of John. The tables are turned, but will the couple be able to cope with the consequences of Sherlock's injuries?
