John's Safe Place

Chapter 6

~John

I heard a noise while packing. I ignored it thinking it was Sherlock. I felt something getting stabbed in my neck.

"Sher-" I mumbled passing out. 

I woke up hours later. I notice that I'm bound to a chair. I sighed feeling back in the military. I looked around trying to figure out how to get out of it. Maybe I shouldn't. I could just let them kill me. Then maybe this pain could end. I'm grown so used to it. I started to become so numb to it. I don't feel like a person anymore. 

"Well, it isn't the great Watson," They said.

"I'm not that great," I said, leaning back.

"Oh, your right," They said moving closer. I didn't say anything, "Are you curious why your here?" 

"No, but if your gonna kill me then do it already," I said, not caring anymore.

"Well, we are not gonna kill you until the detective shows up," They said, lighting a cigrett.

"He's not gonna show but mind if I have one," I said. They hand me one and light it. 

"So, why isn't he gonna show?" They asked.

"For one he married to his work. Two I'm just his room mate nothing special. Three he don't think he have emotions," I said between the cigretts.  

"Oh so he wouldn't care if I killed you,"  They said.

"Yeah," I said, close my eyes.

"Well that no fun," They said. I shrugged. I hear the person pacing. They stopped and walked over to the door after hearing a knock. I kept my eyes close, "I guess you where wrong there Just a Roommate," They said. I rolled my eyes.

"Jawn," I heard Sherlock.

"What happen to your case?" I said coldly.

"I solved it of course, "He said walking pass the guy and towards me.

"So, why are you here?" I asked.

"You weren't at baker street and there was a note saying someone took you," Sherlock said. I tilt my head, "Jawn, let go back home."

"Why?" I asked trying hard to keep my emotions down. 

"Because I can't do anything without you," He said.

"That's a lie and you know it. You just need a skull to get your theories across," I said.

"Jawn," Sherlock voice soften.

"No," I said, looking at him hurt.

"Jawn," He whispered, gently touch my cheek. I knew I couldn't fight this. I haven't been touch like this in so long. I broke down. Everything I built up just fell apart, "My dear Watson, What have I done to you," Sherlock whispered holding me. 

"Awe such a touching moment but I think it's time to go," They said.  I looked up and saw the them holding a gun. I knew what I have to do. I push sherlock out of the way as the gun went off. I felt the familiar pain. I made no sound. I saw Sherlock take the person down. I saw him run over to me 

"Jawn, "He said putting pressure on the wound. I wince.

"I'm gonna be fine," I close my eyes. 

"Jawn open your eyes. I need you to stay awake," Sherlock desperately said.

"Sher," I looked at him, " I love you,"