A Study In Him (Teenlock)

Wake Up

"Wake up? What do you mean?"

"Now, Sherlock. You're dying."

"N-No, no I'm not, John. I'm fine, and I'm awake. You're just being silly," Sherlock gulped. He seemed serious.

"They've kept you alive this long, but," John sighed, "At high noon, they're pulling the plug. Please wake up."

"I-It's past high noon, John. Stop it, you're scaring me."

"Wake up! Please, Sherlock...For me," John pleaded.

"I...Okay?"

John stopped, "No, scratch that. Wake up for you."

Suddenly Sherlock felt dizzy. REALLY dizzy. His vision grew fuzzy as he fell into the lush green grass, John kneeling over him.

"You'll see me soon, Sherlock..."

***

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The irritating but comforting sound of a hospital pulse monitor beeped casually as Sherlock opened his eyes, adjusting to the light of the hospital room. Where was he?

He looked to see his parents, quite solemn looking, sitting on chairs beside his bed.

"Mom? Dad?" He said weakly, surprised at how difficult talking was.

Violet and Siger looked up in utter shock, then his mother broke into tears and covered her mouth, "Sherlock! Oh my God Sherlock you're awake!"

"I knew you'd pull through, champ," Siger smiled, tears brimming his own eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip?" Sherlock asked meekly.

"Sherlock, dear, your head must be frazzled! We got back months ago, you know that!" Violet smiled stupidly at him.

"Months?! How long was I out?!"

"Oh, only a week, darling. You were hit by a car."

"A CAR?! But I was in a school!" It hurt to yell, but he realized there was a more pressing issue, "John! Where's John?"

"John? John who, dear?" Violet held his hand.

He shook it off, "John Watson! Doctor John Watson, MY John Watson!"

"Oh, you mean Dr. Watson? How do you know him? You've never met!"

"...Yes we have, I've known him for months."

"Don't be silly. Siger, go get him. Tell him his patient's awakened."

"Sherlock, you must have took it hard to the head," Violet continued once Siger had left, "We were packing up to go to Sir Arthur Uni, your first day, when you were hit while crossing the street. Don't you remember?"

"WHAT?! What month is it??"

"September," Violet nodded.

"No, it's January!" Sherlock insisted, "I just got back from camping in Canada, with John."

Violet chuckled, "Don't be silly! You've never left Europe!"

Siger returned, followed eagerly by a happy and skeptical John, dressed in...Doctor's clothes?

"Ah, Mr. Holmes! Finally awake, are we?" John said, taking a seat.

"J-John?" Sherlock sputtered, "John...Hamish Watson?"

Dr. Watson stilled, "Y-Yes, how do you know my name?"

"He has a knack for that," Siger explained.

"You know, Sherlock," Violet smiled wide, "You've been comatose for a week! They were going to take you off life support a few days ago, but Dr. Watson insisted they wait. He believed in you. You have him to thank - he saved your life."

"John," Sherlock cleared his throat, "We are roommates in room 221, B wing, in Sir Arthur University, you spent the 3-week winter break at my house, w-we...Anyway, we went camping, in Canada. You always tell me to be happy. You took me skating once. You stopped me cutting. You-You saved me from hiccups! Don't you remember?"

John laughed, "Sir Arthur? I'm going there, midway through the term. I'm taking a course here first, as part of my studies to be a doctor. Fantastic opportunity!"

Sherlock huffed, "I jumped off a roof! I broke my leg! You cared for me! You have daddy issues!"

John froze up, "How...Do you know that...?"

"You told me, remember?!" Sherlock was growing frustrated, "When I told you about Sherrinford!"

"What about Sherrinford, honey?" Violet tried, but Sherlock ignored her.

"No...My dad may have been abusive, but it doesn't matter. He passed away last year."

"He's dead?"

"Yep. Drug overdose. We're doing okay now."

"That's great! Who's 'we'?"

"Me, my mother," John sighed happily, "And my brother - well, sister I guess - Harry."

"Harry...Short for Harriet, yeah?" Sherlock mumbled.

"Well, no. It's Harry. But he's transexual, so yeah, Harriet," John spoke proudly, unafraid. That's what Sherlock always loved about him.

"Oh, right, dating Clara?" Sherlock asked.

"Cameron. But yeah, he's Clara."

"John, remember Raz, and his funny Dean story? My Gabriel? Mary's outburst, or Molly and Tom? Any of it?" Sherlock asked desperately.

"Sherlock, I believe you're suffering from mild head trauma and minor amnesia," John studied him carefully, "You don't remember the crash, but during your coma week you must have had a vivid dream, and you believe that's reality."

"So...None of it's real? My life was saved and it didn't really happen?"

"No. I'm sorry."

"Of course not!" Sherlock started to cry, "Nothing could be so perfect! It was just a representation of what I want out of life!"

John hung his head, "Sorry."

Obviously. Sherlock always imagined meeting a perfect man like John. He always wanted that life, that kind of hero. The life-saver he needs is John. His John. The dream was an adaptation of his perfect life - where he gets the guy, they stop the bully, and they have amazing sex. Everything was perfect, John was perfect. He was funny, caring, strong, and most of all he was determined to save Sherlock and give him the happiness he didn't have himself.

But no way that'd ever happen. It never does.

But wait - John's here, isn't he? So some of the fundamentals have changed, but he's still 19, he's still going to SAU, and he still saved Sherlock's life.

John is here, and by God, Sherlock won't rest until he's in his arms again.

Maybe, just maybe, this was destiny? Maybe life is finally going the way Sherlock wants - no, NEEDS - it to?

Maybe there's still a chance. If there is, Sherlock's taking it.

John will be his again. Forever and always.

*THE END*