Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 31 - Snapped

Sherlock's P.O.V;

A month had passed since the end of Moriarty. A month since I had come so close to loosing John. The tabloids didn't know where to begin when Greg went to the press confrenece, I'm suprised someone didn't end up crushed in the crowd. Everyone knows I'm back. For Good. They know Moriarty has been handled and they knew about John's injury. I'm glad that he didn't give away our coupling to the papers however John was probably going to put it on that blasted blog! Besides a quick text to Mycroft chased all the photographers waiting outside of Baker Street to catch a glimpse of the newly returned detective. Mrs Hudson was convinced she was the celebrity with people stopping her in the street asking after myself and my soldier.

Speaking of John, he has been truly insufferable as a patient. Yes, I am infatuated with the man, but that does not mean I haven't pondered just slipping something in his food just to get him to stay in bed. Under no circumstances was he supposed to move without my aid, his shoulder needed to be rested but the second I turned my back he was up and shuffling around in his slippers again. I was currently on the way back up the stairs with John's dinner - sausage and mash potatao - courtesy of Mrs. Hudson when I heard a heavy sigh of relif from the kitchen, John was out of bed again, sighing in unison with him I made my way to the small kitchen.

"John, You must get into bed, I will not be held accountable for you being shot again." I rounded the corner to see him settled at the dining table which had been cleared of all experiments since we have more guests since John had been hospitalised. Looking down at the man who's hair was toussled and the two day old stubble on his cheeks, I thought best not to argue and set his meal infront of him.

"Again?" John looked inquisitive, I took his knife and fork from him to cut up his sausages before he even created a scene about 'not being able to cut up my own bloody dinner'

"Yes, again. Have you ever seen Mrs. Hudson on the warpath? She'll shoot you herself and then me for letting you stay here to eat. So please eat quickly and I will escort you back to bed."

"Sherlock, I'm a Doctor for christ's sake! I am bloody capable of sitting in the living room or go to the bathroom if I want, it's a shoulder injury so I swear to God, I'll be the one firing shots in a minute unless you just back off. I'm the one that has done this before! Not you. Me. Last time I was completely alone and I still fucking managed ok? So just back.." John cut off his final sentence after he must have realised his voice had gone from his facetious tone to a full on scream. He swallowed the bile that had raised in his throat before almost whispering "off."

I sat there dumbstruck as the man picked up the plate with his good hand before departing. I sat at the dinner table alone with my jaw hanging open and it was only the forceful slam of the door that snapped it shut. He's finally snapped. It's been a month of cuddling and sweet kisses spending everyday together. The two of us were together again, the way it should be. I have enjoyed catering to his every need as long as he behaved but my worry has grown everyday. Over time he had adopted a dangerous lifestyle and being trapped in the confines of our flat meant he was slowly reaching a state of stir crazy that even I had not even in between cases! It's the longest I've gone without some form of case (consetually that is-Greg once banned me from NSY for 2 months just becuase I had withheld evidence. pathetic.) since I started consulting, but I had John to occupy me as I ferrited around after him making sure he was in good health, his recovery was cruicial. I had something to priorotise, John did not, he had a bullet wound that mirrored his first accomponied by the searing pain. His nightmares were more ferocious than ever he would wake up screaming almost everynight, he still wouldn't confine in me about it but I have a good idea who was in them.

His behaviour was worsening, I had to tell him what's happening, he must know already, surely...