Safe

Chapter 10

(Johns POV)

I start to wake up, and already I know I'm not dead. I barely open my eyes and know where I am. I'm at the hospital. And yep, I got my stomach pumped and everything. My eyes open more and I start to try to move when I hear it.

"John..." It was soft and quiet, and to familiar.

"Sherlock?" I question, I must be hallucinating. I hear him come close to me, I keep my head in the opposite direction.

"John, please look at me." Says the hallucination.

"No your not real, you can't be, your just a hallucination coming from my self conscience." I say denying any possibility that it could really be him.

He comes closer and holds my hand. "John, please."

I turn my head to find Sherlock alive and real. I let my hand slip away from his. I'm to confused, to mad, to happy. "Sher... Why, how?Why did you do this, leave me here thinking you were dead?" I chocked out.

"I had no choice, it was either I die or you, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson get killed. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let that happened. I'm so sorry John." As he begins to cry. "Please forgive me..."

"Sherlock, why am I here alive? I should be dead." I tell him.

"I got your note you left me, I knew exactly where to go. The doctors said if I didn't get there any sooner you'd be dead." Tears still leaving his eyes. I'm so pissed off at him, but I know how he's feeling. "John, I never meant for this to happen." He's now down on his knees, head down into the hospital bed, sobbing his eyes out.

As mad as I was at him I couldn't help but comfort him. I put my hand on his head and brush my hand through his soft curls, that I miss so much. I then bring my hand to his. He looks up, face wet with tears. I take my hand wipe away his tears, I touch his cheek with my hand and pull his face closer to mine to where our noses touch.

"John?" He whispers to me.

"Shut up Sherlock." I whisper back him. Our faces lean in to where we kiss. It is a long, enduring, and the best kiss I've ever had. My heart racing a thousand miles, our love is official. I pull back just a bit so the I could look into his beautiful eyes. "I forgive you."

(Sherlocks POV)

I look at John, he's tired and weak. I should say something, we did just kiss. "I...I..."

He seems confused "Sorry I thought that."

"No, no don't be I just, I've never done that before." I say as I feel myself starting to blush. Everything in my mind has froze, for once I'm calm, well kind of. I manage a smile to reassure him. We just look at each other for a moment, taking in the fact that both of use are alive. But I then start to frown.

"What's wrong?" John asks.

"I really am sorry, John." I say apologetically.

"I know."

"I didn't know what else to do, there was no other option." My voice starts to break again.

"I know Sherlock." He brings his lips to my head and kisses it gently. "It's all ok now, we're both safe and have each other." He moves himself over in his hospital bed, a gesture for me to join him. I lay next to him in the small hospital bed, his head lying on my shoulder drifting into sleep. I watch him for awhile, then rest my head on his and fall asleep.