How to shrink your cat
I can’t stop laughing and my mom yelled at me
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like Johnlock.
Stranger: Will you marry me? –SH
You: Where’s this coming from?-JW
You: And yes.-JW
Stranger: Good…I just needed to know if you would… -SH
You: Is this another one of your jokes, Sherlock?-JW
Stranger: It’s not a joke. I don’t think I’m going to make it home tonight. -SH
You: What? Why?-JW
You: Sherlock? What’s wrong?-KE
Stranger: Miscalculation. -SH
Stranger: I’ve lost a lot of blood already. -SH
You: Where are you?-JW
You: Have you called an ambulence?-JW
Stranger: Useless. They won’t find me in time. -SH
You: They will, I promise.-JW
You: Tell me where you are.-JW
Stranger: I’m not entirely sure. I was knocked out. Rather large miscalculation, I suppose. Won’t happen again… -SH
You: Sherlock that’s not funny.-JW
You: You can’t die.-JW
You: What can you see?-JW
Stranger: It’s blurry…old building, warehouse most likely. No windows. I can only smell blood. -SH
You: Were you shot?-JW
Stranger: Lower stomach and left shoulder. Splitting pain in my skull, probably fractured. -SH
Stranger: It’s getting harder to text. -SH
You: If you can call me Lestrade can track your cell phone. We should be able to find you that way.-JW
Stranger: [no reply]
You: John dialed Sherlock’s number when he got no reply. Praying the man could pick up. He held his breath, his chest tightening with each ring.
Stranger: On the fifth ring Sherlock picks up, putting it on speaker since he had no strength to put it to his ear. His breathing was heavy and forced. “I’m sorry John…”
You: ”/Sherlock/ Oh thank god. It’s okay. Their tracking your signal now..it’s okay..just…just hold on.” John breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Sherlock’s voice. But he couldn’t stop his own sadness from creeping into his voice. “You have to hold on..please. For me Sherlock.”
Stranger: ”There were two of them, John….I thought it was just the one. I was so stupid…” Sherlock’s voice is weak, but his relief to hear John’s voice is higher than even the pain.
You: ”No. No, don’t talk like that. They just surprised you is all..” John could hear the strain in Sherlock’s dark voice. “You’re brilliant..you’ve always been brilliant. And once we get you to the hospital you’ll be back…back out on cases in no time. You’ll see.” John glanced around to Lestrade and his men, they were trying so hard to track the signal. John was just beginning to lose hope when the cell pinged a tower and they had a hit. “Sherlock! We’ve found you! You’re not far..not far at all. I’m coming to you.”
Stranger: ”I’d be lost without my blogger.” Sherlock chuckled weakly before coughing. “Don’t hang up, John…” The words came out in barely a whisper. “And do hurry…I can’t keep my eyes open much longer.”
You: ”Sherlock, please…Oh god..You have to keep talking..you..I can’t…I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I should have been there. This wouldn’t…We’re..We’re here. See, I told you I’d come for you.” John’s heart skipped a beat as the team pulled up in front of a windowless warehouse. “We’re coming in Sherlock, hang out..please.”
Stranger: The detective’s voice didn’t answer as Lestrade’s men rushed inside. The suspects had been long since gone, leaving traces that only Sherlock could pick up on. The detective himself was laying against a far wall, a pool of blood around him. His right hand was limp at his side, his phone resting in his slender fingers. His eyes were barely open, his head spinning from the loss of blood. “John…” he managed.
You: ”Sherlock! No!” The doctor rushed over and knelt beside the injured man. “Hey. I’m here. I’m right here.” John picked up Sherlock’s hand and ran his other hand over the man’s too pale cheek. “You’re going to be okay…everything’s going to…oh god, Sherlock look at me please…focus on me..”
Stranger: His head leaned into the warmth of John’s hand. He couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer, but he managed a slight smile. “Sorry I had to propose like that…” He tried to squeeze the doctor’s hand, but couldn’t. It didn’t take long for the others to prepare a gurney for the detective, and two men went to get Sherlock up and onto the slab. Lestrade ran up beside John.
"Jesus…" was all the inspector was able to say.
You: ”Its..okay love.” John whispered as he leaned in to kiss the top of Sherlock’s head before the men hoisted him up. “I’m glad you did..makes it special..I..You’re going to be fine, Sherlock.” Greg held Sherlock’s hand as the men rushed him to the ambulance. John began to climb in after Sherlock but was stopped by the paramedic muttering something about family. John watched as the ambulance sped off towards the hospital. He turned back to Lestrade and broke down. “Oh god…Greg..what if he..”John couldn’t finish the statement. “We have to go..please..”
Stranger: Sherlock had tried to reach out for John, he didn’t want to be separated from his doctor. He cursed the paramedics around him silently. John /was/ family. Maybe not on paper, but he was the most important person in the detective’s life.
Lestrade put his hand on John’s shoulder. “Hey, he’s going to be all right. Sherlock Holmes won’t die that easily. Come on.” He motioned for John to follow as he went back to his police car. They were going to be right behind that ambulance.
You: John moved silently to the car, his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn’t breathe. His hands were shaking and his leg was tightening. He closed his eyes on the way to the hospital, trying desperately to slow his breathing down. Tears were still silently streaming down his cheeks when they reached the hospital. John stood outside of the room watching thru the window as the trama nurses and doctors worked on Sherlock. John couldn’t help but mentally yell that they weren’t working fast enough or taking better care with him. He kept glancing at the heart rate pulsing on the screen, too low. Much too low. He jumped as they stabilized the detective and wheeled up out for surgery. He could see Sherlock was unconscious, as the team rushed him into the elevator. As the doors closed John’s legs gave out and he slid down the wall. The events of the evening replaying rapidly in his mind.
Stranger: Lestrade sent his other men home, but he stayed behind with John. He watched silently, his own worry graying his hair even more by the minute. When he saw John slide down the wall, he decided to say something, walking over to lean against the wall next to him. “…He’s gonna make it, John. Most likely if he got to the other side, he’d open his mouth and be sent back home immediately.” He tried to joke weakly.
You: John gave a slight chuckle, “Yeah. He’d probably complain about the tea and biscuits too much.” He looked up at Greg. “Thanks for finding him. He’d be…it would be worse had you and your men not gotten there when you did…I should have gone with him. I could have prevented this.” He paused rubbing his eyes. “But I just had to take that extra shift at the clinic. He told me the man he was chasing wasn’t dangerous..”
Stranger: ”If you ask me, I think he didn’t want to see you hurt.” He said, then sighed and looked down at the doctor.” Look, whatever happened it wasn’t your fault. The point is both of you are safe. And…I get to be the first to congratulate you.”
You: ”That bloody bastard. Always running off to ‘protect me’. I wish he’d stop.” John muttered. “And thanks, I was rather surprised actually. He’s never shown any sign of having anything resembling romantic feelings towards me. Maybe he was hiding them as much as I was..” John trailed off tears beginning to fall again. “God I’ll kill him if he dies on me.”
Stranger: ”Honestly, everyone at the Yard knew you two had eyes for each other.” Lestrade said with a slight smile as he slid down the wall beside John. “We were wondering when you’d both realize it. Even had a pool going.” He was trying to cheer the doctor up.
You: ”There’s a pool? What’d you wager?” He said grateful for a change.
Stranger: ”About 15 quid. I thought you’d be the one to say it first, so I guess I lost that bet.” He shook his head, smirking slightly.
You: ”I guess I always thought I would..” Greg said rubbing his temples. “I always thought I’d get so frustrated I’d end up tackling him on the sofa.”
Stranger: ”Too much information, mate.” Greg said teasingly. They sat there for a long while, going between talking and sitting in a contemplative silence. Finally a nurse came down and told them what room Sherlock was in, though he was still unconscious. The inspector told John to go see him, and he’d go back to the yard.
You: ”Thank you, Greg..for everything.” John said standing and grabbing the man for a quick hug before following the nurse to Sherlock’s room. When he got there he stood frozen by the door. Sherlock looked so young and broken in the hospital bed. He went over and pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat reaching to grab Sherlock’s hand. “Sherlock, it’s John. You’re back from surgery. It looks like everything went well..” his voice trailed off. After a few moments he spoke again. “Thank you for hanging on for me. I don’t know what I would have done had I…had you…had I lost you. I love you.”
Stranger: Sherlock’s fingers gave the faintest squeeze against John’s hand. Though his eyes were still closed, he was coming back to life slightly. “…You know anesthesia doesn’t really work on me?” He asked weakly, attempting a smile. He forced his eyes open, his head tilted so that John was the first thing he saw. “I love you, too…”
You: Smiling John burst into tears, “Can’t do anything simply can you?” John asked sarcastically, standing to kiss Sherlock’s forehead. He sat again still smiling over at the detective. “Don’t you ever pull something like that again, Sherlock. Or I’ll shoot you myself.” He squeezed the detectives hand reassuringly. “I’m so happy you’re okay..I love you so much..have for a long time. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
Stranger: Sherlock hummed at the kiss, his eyes closing breifly. “I had my suspicions.” He grunted then and tried to adjust himself on the pillow. “Damn criminals. They weren’t used to killing, missed my vital spots entirely and then left before making sure I was dead. Did they mess with the scene, John? Please tell me Anderson didn’t see me like this.”
You: ”No Sherlock. We weren’t worried about the crime scene. It was us and the paramedics, you were our only concern at the time.” He chuckled, “Anderson wasn’t even there when we found you. Although I’m not sure he’d have been happy. You were in quite an awful state when we found you.”
Stranger: ”He’d have taken pictures.” Sherlock replied, then sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to the next few days. Recovering in a hospital meant he couldn’t move, he wouldn’t have any cases. He might die of boredom before blood loss. He scowled at the thought. “How long do you think I have to stay here?”
You: ”A couple days at least, maybe longer. Depending on how quickly you recover.” John quickly answered. “If you rest and eat like the doctors tell you, you should be out before you know it. I know how you are though. No trying to sneak out and walk the halls. You have to rest.”
Stranger: He rolled his eyes at that. He was silent for a few minutes then, looking at their intertwined fingers. “…Will you stay? You’re the only thing I have to cure my boredom without a case.”
You: ”Of course I’ll stay. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” John said rubbing circles with his other hand on Sherlock’s arm. “I don’t think I could go back to the flat while you’re here. It’d be too lonely.”
Stranger: His lips curled into another smile as he closed his eyes. “I never thought I would ever get married.” He mused, his mind going through the thoughts that whizzed through his head as he was dying. All he could think of was John, and how much he wanted him there and for the rest of his life.
You: ”Why did you ask me to marry you?” John asked, “Not that I’m taking back my answer..I just. It seemed so strange after you never having shown me any kind of affection. I mean I always thought I’d be the first to jump your bones.”
Stranger: Sherlock had to chuckle at that. “I’m not sure, myself. I have been trying to figure out what it was that made me feel so…strange around you. That I felt anything around you.” He opened his eyes to look at John again. “All I could think about was you. I wanted to know how you felt, and quickly if it…was the last thing I got to say to you.” He sighed again. “John Watson, you make me sentimental.”
You: John laughed at Sherlock’s response. “What can I say, I bring out the human in people.” He brought Sherlock’s hand to his lips kissing and squeezing it. “I can’t believe I finally proved that you have the ability to love someone other than yourself.” He placed Sherlock’s hand back on the bed shaking his head. “You know you really should sleep. You’ve had a rough day. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Stranger: Sherlock wanted to protest, but he could already feel himself drifting off. He wanted to keep staring at John, keep talking, just being with his blogger. He had forever now. He looked more peaceful then he had ever been asleep.
You: John sat for a long time staring at his partner, no his /fiance/ now, trying to memorize everything he could about the man. He continued to hold his hand, rubbing circles along the backside with his thumb. He was so lucky, so very lucky to be here. Slowly he leaned back to rest his eyes against the chair, before finally succumbing to a fitful sleep.
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