Friends and maybe a little more.

Chapter 11

SO SORRY FOR THE LATE CHAPTER. I had a little family emergency and I sorry for the last chapter being a bit on the short side. Okay so we all know who the last people were in chapter 10. (If you don't it's Charles Augustus Magnussen, Jim Moriarty, and Sebastian 'Sebby' Moran.) okay so I love that you actually read this!

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With a mind-banging headache John woke up with a groan. John felt that something was holding him. he stiffened up. When he opened his eyes, he was a little more than shocked. He saw Sherlock, looking down at him. Holding him.

"Good morning." Sherlock said.

"Gah!"

John pushed himself out of Sherlock's grip.

He stood up, a bit too quickly and fell right on top of Sherlock again.

"Umph... John groaned into Sherlock chest.

"Uh, John?"

"Hmm?"

"Is.... are-How do I say this?"

John looked up from Sherlock's chest.

"Do... do you want to be?"

"If that's alright with you."

"To be honest, its a bit better than alright." John laughed.

Sherlock joined in on it.

"Okay. Im going to take a shower." John said.

"Alright. want me to help you up?"

"I got it"- John started but was cut off by Sherlock lifting him into the air and setting him by the wall.

"Sherlock," John smiled, but left his face when he looked up from the floor. John looked completely white and sick.

Sherlock turned around to see what his John was looking at when he saw. On the window, the one that had the curtains pulled back from the night before, was covered in taped pictures of John in Sherlock's arms. them together indulged in each other. At the bottom left corner, there was a letter. it read:

Johnny-boy, what will daddy say when he sees this? Ooh can't wait.

Love,

JM,CAM, & SB

Sherlock looked back when he heard a thump. He saw John leaving the dorm.

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"John?" Sherlock peeked out the hallway door.

John didn't respond. He kept on walking.

"John!" Sherlock ran up to him.

"John, are you alright?"

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"John will you stop for one second?"

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They passed the library, all the dorms and made it to the field. John went behind a brick building next to the track and flung himself at it. he released all his terror at the wall. He screamed at it. Clawed and kicked for what it seemed like a century. Sherlock stayed and watched for 30 seconds in awe. he never thought that John could be so.... terrifying. soon, though he began to see that his knuckles were needing as well as his head.

"John! Stop! Your hurting yourself!"sherlock pleaded as he grabbed johns arms.

John didn't seem like he cared. He pushed Sherlock off him and pounded the wall with his arms.

"Might... *smack* AS WELL.... *smack* GET...*smack* USED......*smack* TO..... IT....*smack*" is all that John said.

"John please. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't allow it." Sherlock said.

Sherlock wrapped himself around John. he put one hand on the back of his neck, rubbing soothingly, and the other on his back holding him close. His nose rested on top of johns hair. He breathed in johns smell and it rested his lips on Johns forehead.

"I will never let anyone hurt you John. They will have to go through me."

John calmed down, but his breathing was still labored. He just couldn't stay in that room. He knew the inevitable will come. He just doesn't know when.

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Okay, so sorry for late update (family issues agin) I hope you all like it! I love you guys. A bit of angst in here

-Luna