OfficialSherlock221B

//Any 5 star Peeta Mellark fics? Asking for a friend.

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Greg’s smile faded as he looked up, his grip on Mollys hand tightening. He pulled her behind him, keeping one hand in hers tightly and the other was held out to keep her behind him. “As soon as they realise your diversion is a scam, they’ll be right back in here and they’ll get you.” Greg warned, eyes flicking around the room to the guests that had  taken to hiding behind their seats apart from John and Sherlock.
          
          / for when we finish

adamnedsoldier

Greg squeezed her hand reassuringly, keeping her safely behind him. He wouldn’t let her go, especially not to him. “She’s not coming anywhere near you- you’ll not go near her again. Over my dead body,” he told him, sharpness lining his voice. 
            “That can be arranged.” Tom grinned and bought a second hand up to steady his first. “Till death do you part, and all that. Many congratulations- and condolences on your loss Molly Hooper.” With that Tom fired the gun, hitting Greg in the chest, having a terrible aim. 
            All at once John fired at Tom and the doors burst open, a group of men running in to arrest Tom and drag him away. 
            Greg frowned and glanced down at his chest, feeling the blood in his throat already, stumbling back as he dropped to the floor with a groan.
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            Molly could feel her hands starting to tremble, even as she held tightly onto Greg’s hand. “Greg-“ she whispered shakily. She could feel tears starting to sting at the edges of her eyes as she remembered all the horrors Tom put her through in the past. 
            Sherlock stepped closer to John, prepared to jump in the way if he needed to to protect John Watson.
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“All you have to do Molly, is come with me and we can live just as we were meant to. Like you promised,” Tom held the gun up to Greg, hid finger on the trigger. “Come on, princess, come over here… don’t think I didn’t plan for this to happen either. I planned this meticulously.”
            John pulled his gun out and returned the favour, holding it in line with Toms chest. “There’s other ways to go about this.”
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It had been almost two years since John had received the letter that would break the poor doctor all over again. One year and 358 days to be exact. Not that he counted. 
          It had been a source of tension in his relationship with Sherlock Holmes, nearly breaking the relatively newly weds up just after a year of marriage. Sherlock demanded he ignore the letter and not go, that Mycroft can change the fate of the pair but John had refused. It was his duty after all. Not even saying goodbye to his lover, John had left for a minimum of three years service but due to overwhelming enemy force, his camp was overrun and had his final near death experience that sent him over the edge mentally and was honourably discharged once again. 
          Despite the bitterness between the pair, John sent several letters to him in the first month, asking about Rosie and Mrs Hudson and his London life. It wasn’t until month three when John got a reply from Sherlock, apologising for the way he acted. Frequent letters came from Bakers Street after that, providing comfort to the doctor and his camp mates, keeping them going during the war. 
          Now, cane in hand and dressed in uniform, John carried his bag through the waiting room scanning around for his family, hoping they’d be there.

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/ ngl starting to run out of a way to go- any ideas or do we finish?
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“I love you too- yeah, okay,” John nodded, knowing that Sherlock needed sleep but knew his husband better than to argue with that fact. “Thank you,” he said softly and lay next to Rosie, gently playing with her hair.
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            “I love you.” Sherlock smiled at him softly. “Come lay down. We can just stay awake and talk.” He said and let go of John’s hand to reposition Rosie into a better spot to sleep between the two of them.
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