*Sherlock POV*
"Mycroft!"
"Its alright, I'm right here. Relax, okay? Stay where you are, I'll come to you."
John drops to his knees, slowly inching towards me until we bump into each other. He instantly wraps his arms around me, whispering softly in an attempt to calm me back down.
"You're okay."
I feel him pulling on my waist, carefully moving me so I am leaning against the counter before he moves away.
"Ill be right back, let me grab a torch so we can see."
John stands slowly, using the wall to feel his way around the kitchen until he is able to open a drawer. A light flickers on suddenly, blinding John as it is pointed directly at his face when it turns on.
"Damn it!"
I scramble up, groaning as pain floods my body.
"Sit back down, I'll bring it to you once I find a second one. Okay?"
I nod, slowly lowering myself back onto the floor and watching him dig around until he finds another torch.
"Catch!"
He tosses it over, chuckling as I catch it at arms length. I turn the switch on, instantly relieved at the ebbing shadows that surround me. John sits back beside me, turning off his torch and leaning against my side.
"Lets get you to bed somewhere. Okay?"
He stands again, helping me slowly to my feet and half carrying me down the corridor to what I can instantly deduce to be his room.
"Here, you can have the bed."
I lie down when he tells me to, struggling slightly against him as he wraps me up in blankets.
"Stop it, I'm trying to help you."
"I don't want them."
"You're shaking Sherlock, obviously you're cold."
I frown deeply, but allow him to wrap me up before closing my eyes.
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Found Me
FanfictionJohn finds Sherlock in an alleyway on his way home from work. Sherlock, too high to function, is taken in by John until someone can come get him. The power goes out, followed by a strong snowstorm, that further complicates the situation.
