Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible

chapter 19

A/N I'm so sorry guys. complete writers block, and i've just been ignoring my alarm that tells me to update because i've had no idea what to do, but no matter. We can keep going, and see how terrible it is. voila. an update

After hours of searching, and calling, and hard work climbing through the forest, Sherlock and John gave up.

Well not gave up, as Sherlock would demand. Merely retiring for the day to commence tomorrow. They were hungry, and tired, and sweaty, and neither of them had any clue where Molly and Jim could be, so rather than risking their own health searching, they decided to go back and ask, and maybe tell a teacher (because John insisted).

And, both feeling like failures, they returned to their dorms to shower and cool down before dinner.

Sherlock looked at the ground, annoyed at himself.

"We couldn't find her. why couldn't we find her?" He mumbled, pacing. "It can't be that hard, and if anything happens I know it's my fault. I didn't meet him sooner, and couldn't warn her and John why couldn't we find her"

"I don't know, Sherlock" John replied "But don't beat yourself up about it. It's not your fault if anything happens. It's entirely Jim's fault, and just because we couldn't find her, doesn't mean the blame falls on us"

John stepped towards Sherlock, kissing him. Sherlock felt his heart race as John's lips lingered on his.

"You know what, why don't we have a shower. Clean ourselves up a bit" John suggested "Help us clear our minds"

John stepped towards the shower room, pulling off his shirt as he went.

Sherlock heard the water running from where he was standing in the other room.

"Well, you coming?" John called.

"Wait you mean like shower... like together? both of us in the shower together?" Sherlock asked, slightly surprised.

"Well of course I mean't that, dumbo," John replied. "The hot water's gonna run out."

And so , with barely a moment of hesitation, Sherlock stripped off his dirty clothes and joined John in the shower.

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"Sherlock, we need to go" John tried. "Dinner started ten minutes ago. People are probably wondering where we are"

"Who cares?" Sherlock replied, not bothering to lift his head of John's chest. The evenly paced beats of John's heart calmed him, and he couldn't imagine anything bad happening to them in that moment.

"Come on. We kinda need to go. I'm starving, and I don't want to miss dinner. I'm sure you don't either, really" John replied, sitting up, which left Sherlock to slide down his stomach, not expecting the sudden movement.

As they were in John's dormitory, he had easy acces to clean clothes. John offered Sherlock his, but they were too short, and too large for his tall, skinny figure, so Sherlock had to put his dirty clothes back on.

"It looks fine. Don't worry Sherlock," John told him, kissing him on the cheek, and hand in hand, they went down to the great hall for dinner.

A/N well that was new. Sorry I couldn't put anything more... you know in there, but I feel awkward just READING smut, so this is all you're getting for now. Anyway, I'll try to get back to updating regularly, but I might get writers block again. Anyway, thanks for being patient with "bad at keeping an updating schedule" me.

I can't write smut. remember that when you want to criticise the chapter :/