Won't Let My World Fall

Chapter 3

        They had travelled just under twenty minutes, and were over a bridge, when the cab stopped, their target got out (evidently told the driver to wait, since the cab didn't pull off), and ran toward the edge of the bridge. John was already out the door and halfway to him by the time Sherlock got out of the cab. The man fumbled inside his pocket before taking something out and hurling it into the water. A second later, John tackled him, knocking him against the low railing of the bridge. The thief stumbled and lost his balance and Sherlock knew what was going to happen before it did and could only run and hope he'd reach them in time. The thief grabbed and pulled at John in an attempt to stay upright, but he only succeeded in pulling John off balance and they both tumbled over the railing and off the bridge.

        "JOHN!!" Sherlock screamed as he watched his best, first, and only friend fall into the water. "No! John!" he ran along the edge of the road and down to the bank. "John!" He yelled. A head breached the surface near where they had fallen. "John?" Sherlock called, standing at the edge of the river. John turned toward the sound of his voice and swam for shore. Dimly he registered another head coming up farther down the river, but he was too consumed with both anxiety and relief in equal measure to worry about the thief now. John was almost to the bank, so Sherlock, unable to wait any longer, waded out to meet him. "John," he said again, not caring how desperately crazy he sounded or how his voice shook when he spoke. He flung his arms around John's neck and held onto him tightly. 

 (John's POV)

John stumbled slightly as Sherlock practically threw himself at him. "Shhh...erlock, it's okay," he mumbled, a little disoriented, "I'm fine." Sherlock's whole body was shaking. "Sherlock, c'mon, let's get out of water." He was soaking wet, still knee deep in water (and it was autumn), and a little dizzy, but he was also supporting Sherlock, who had buried his face in John's shoulder and showed no signs of wanting to move. "Sherlock..." He was considering how bad it would be for him to shove Sherlock off of him so he could get out of the damn water, when Sherlock seemed to come to his senses. He jumped away from John, turned on his heel and fled for the bank. Startled, John followed him. "Are you okay? Broken bones? Concussion? Anything?" Sherlock asked.

John shook his head, "I'm fine, just wet and cold." 

Sherlock nodded jerkily, "Okay, good, that's good." He paused, "We should...go home. Before you get hypothermia." Sherlock turned and went back to the roadside, where both cabbies were standing, confused and unsure of what to do. John was pretty sure they believed both him and Sherlock to be part of a criminal gang. Hopefully, they could avoid being arrested today.