Johnlock; Rehab

Swings and Waterslides

JOHN

I was ungratefully woken in the morning by my blaring alarm clock. It was still dark and I had little motivation to get out of bed. Yawning, I rolled over and slammed my hand down on the 'off' button on my alarm clock. The peace and quiet was blissful and I had to fight myself not to fall back asleep. I changed into some beige trousers and a scruffy blue shirt before pulling on a jumper to keep me warm. I grabbed an apple that been sat on my desk for god knows how long and sunk my teeth into it. It was a bit bruised but it would provide me with enough energy to get through the morning until I was able to access the hospital vending machines.

As I entered the hospital, I saw Sarah sat alone on one of the waiting room sofas. Straightening my collar, I decided to approach her.

"Hello." I greeted her awkwardly before sitting down beside her. In response she shuffled slightly away from me and shook her head. "Sarah, I'm so sorry. I know, I've been a jerk-"

"Yeah!" she cut in "too right you have."

"But honestly, I promise you, I can make it up to you. Please, give me a chance." I begged her.

She turned to look at me, her face wavering for a moment before she simply replied "we're opening now." I stared after her as she took her place at the desk. I didn't have time to chase after right now. Making a mental note to speak to her sometime soon, I headed into my own practice room.

I checked through the log to see what I had to prepare myself for today. Boring, boring, bor- hang on, Sherlock had completely slipped my mind this morning. He had his appointment in the early afternoon. I promised myself that I wouldn't be distracted this session because we really needed to get down to business. The next few hours passed rather uneventfully. I spent a lot of time diagnosing people with colds, twisted ankles and occasionally a minor broken bone. For lunch, I grabbed a packet of crisps and a Pepsi from the vending machine, nodding to Sarah on my way past.

Finally, it was time for Sherlock's appointment and I shouted from behind my desk for him to enter.

"Hello, Sherlock." I greeted him, cheerfully, expecting an entourage of magical deductions about my morning. However, he simply returned my greeting and took a seat opposite me. "So, how's it going?" I asked, slightly disappointed.

"Well." He replied bluntly.

I sighed and asked him if he feeling more depressed than usual. He certainly didn't look himself and was no way near as excitable as yesterday. He assured me that he wasn't suffering from any withdrawal symptoms. Unsure, I ran through a list with him, warning him what to look out for. "People who are withdrawing from cocaine abuse often suffer from: depression, anxiety, chills, body aches, tremors and shakiness, pain, inability to feel pleasure, exhaustion, challenges in concentration and intense craving for cocaine. Have you recently experienced any of these symptoms?"

"Not one." he told me again, more firmly this time.

"If you're sure, but if any of these do occur, don't hesitate to let me know because there are things we can do to prevent each symptom."

"Of course." he smiled.

"So..." I started slowly "no deductions today?" I knew I was being unprofessional for changing the subject but I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so quiet.

For a moment I could've sworn I saw his eyes lit up but he cleared his throat and quickly the light dulled. "No, not today." He looked at the floor. "I'm here to overcome my addiction, not to impress anybody. Or for that matter insult them."

I nodded. "You're probably right. Same time tomorrow?" I asked.

"I look forward to it." Sherlock smiled, lingering at the door as if he was about to say something else. However, something seemed to get the better of him and he left without another word.

I only had to see a couple more patients before the end of the day and the time passed reasonably fast. By the time I'd packed and was ready to leave, I must've been the last left in the hospital except from the cleaners. However, I was surprised to find Sarah waiting outside. When she saw me she stood up and walked over slowly.

"You took your time." She joked but we both knew she wasn't just referring to me finishing my shift.

We walked together for a while, chatting before we got to an empty alley. Here, Sarah stopped and turned to face me. "Look, I think we could start again." I was dumbfounded but it didn't matter because I didn't even have a chance to reply before she leant up and kissed me, gently at first but then increasing her force. Slapped back into reality, I took control and pushed her against the nearest wall. There was no one around but even if there had been, it would've been too dark for them to see us. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pinned her wrist against the wall above her head with the other. Her free hand gripped my neck as we kissed. My breath was fast as my tongue fought hers for dominance. God, I had missed this. Our bodies pressed closer together and Sarah moaned underneath me.

"Sarah." I breathed, in between rough kisses. "God." I moaned as her hand made its way to my inner thigh. "We need to...take this somewhere else." I managed to pant.

She shook her head. "Here" She whispered in my ear as her hand found its way into my trousers. I arched my back in pleasure and my breathing quickened even more.

"Jesus." My hand tightened in her hair. "Come on." I grunted, grabbing her hand and pulling her away quickly, her house was barely a minute's walk away.