Only Yours

19

John's P.O.V

The sun is setting as I walk through the long winding roads of London. I don't know where Sherlock is and I am now freezing cold, having forgotten my coat in my haste to get out of the house. I have visited the Yard and Bart's and after where I am going now, I have no other ideas. I'll have to give up and go home. I should have given up over an hour ago when I went back into that drugs den he liked to go into. After he fell (the first time), when I was engaged to Mary, I found him in there, high and lying on a filthy bed with another druggy. After I woke him up, he insisted that he was doing it for a case.

'Why the hell have you gone back to this shit?' I clasp his arm firmly as I pull him out after me. His greasy hair hangs in his eyes and his eyes are still glazed.

'I was undercover, John!' he trips and I right him, walking faster. As we go out of the door, the 'guard' calls after him. 'Bye, Shezza!'

'Shezza? You are joking, right?'

'It was my codename...my name when I first started going with...I was a teenager. The people here remember me by it.' I briefly wonder who he used to go out with to get high but when he walks into my car I forget about it. 'Sherlock! Mary'll kill me.' his face tightens and he kicks the wheel. 'Screw Mary, John. Screw it all. She doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone much better. Someone like...I don't know. Someone who loves you more than anything in the world. Someone who sits outside your bedroom door and listens to you breathing as you sleep just to make sure you are ok. Someone who would kill themselves to let you live...' he trails off and I look at him eagerly, waiting for him to continue until I realise he has fallen asleep.

It was when I first suspected he might have feelings for me.

Everything was perfect. We had a proper family, always happy. I don't think me and Sherlock fought once in three years before Rene turned up.

He spends all his time with her now. All of it. She's also replaced me as his assistant on crime scenes.

The worst part is I don't know if Sherlock really is doing it deliberately. Although he has got better in the past four years at sensing people's feelings he is still pretty crap at it and he may not know that he really does flirt with Rene.

I hate her.

I hate her because she has replaced me as Sherlock's main confidant.

I hate her because the boys both love her.

I hate her because Sherlock likes her. Maybe he likes her more than me.

And I hate her especially because she knows what she's doing. She smiles at me as she bends over Sherlock to inspect a body. A few weeks ago I caught her staring at his arse when he leaned over to take something off Greg's desk. She saw that I saw her and just smirked at me, shrugging.

She laughs at almost everything he says. She blushes when he talks directly to her. And she ruffles his curls and he doesn't mind.

Only I am allowed to do that.

'Fuck!' I punch the wall of the house next to me and gasp as a jolt of pain goes through my knuckle. I inspect the rapidly swelling bone.

Perfect.

I am at the crime scene we were at earlier. Mark and Edward, (the two dead DC's) bodies have been cleared out and all that remains is the occasional splatter of blood and another DC, who is standing by the side of the road.

There is no sign of my partner or his slutty friend.

I look once more around the Yard but there is nothing so I turn around, my heart filling with despair. I have no idea where either of them could have gone and it suddenly hits me I am losing Sherlock. I am losing him and if I don't try to fight against Rene he will be gone forever.

Then I hear a sound from behind a corner. A whisper, followed by a sort of slurping noise.

I investigate.

Pushed against the wall is Rene, with Sherlock's mouth pressed against hers.

Universal P.O.V

'Sherlock Holmes! How dare you! I knew it! I knew I couldn't trust you! How dare you!' Sherlock jumps backwards, glaring at his boyfriend. 'What the hell are you doing here?' John gasps in shock, looking between Sherlock and Rene, who is leaning against the wall, eyes filled with lust fixed on Sherlock. 'What? I just caught you cheating on me and suddenly-'

A gunshot.

A single bullet, headed straight for John.

He turns just in time to see it, headed directly for him. He can't move in time.

Sherlock pushes John out of the way, the same thing he did to their son earlier that day.

But this time the shot hits him.

Sherlock crumples to the floor, clutching his abdomen. 'Shit.'

John crouches down immediately, ripping off Sherlock's scarf and pressing it on the wound. 'Sherlock...'

'I saw the sniper, up there, aiming for that detective.' He points at the DC, whose running as fast as he can in the opposite direction. 'I didn't want us to be noticed so I started kissing Rene. I was planning on shooting him. I can't believe you don't trust me, John.'

His eyes close.

John doesn't hear Rene ring for the ambulance. When they arrive and put Sherlock on the stretcher, he stays where he is, crouched down.

He caused Sherlock to get shot. He might have caused the death of the love of his life.

All because he was jealous.

And now Sherlock thinks that he does not trust him.

Two updates in two days!

this one is a lot shorter though.

I will try and update later on in the week, if i can. i have exams :( so...

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-Jordanx