Falling For You

A Mysterious Savior

"Thought we'd lost you, brother dear," Mycroft said by Sherlock's bedside.  Sherlock had woken up for the first time a few hours ago, but he was on so many drugs that it was hard for him to stay awake. He had spoken gibberish to John a few times when he was awake, and then John would laugh, kiss him softly, and tell him to go back to sleep.  But John wasn't in the room and Sherlock was feeling more awake now.  

"Mmm.  Where's John?" Sherlock asked, ignoring his brother's attempt at being a normal and caring human being.  It didn't suit him very well.

"Baker Street," Mycroft said.  "I relieved him of his duties for a bit.  I told him I could handle taking care of you."

Sherlock rolled his eyes.  He didn't want Mycroft to be the one in his hospital room.  He wanted John sitting in his chair waiting for Sherlock to wake up if even for a moment just so he could hear his voice. Sherlock wanted to kiss John and tell him how much he loved him, but he wasn't about to tell all of this to Mycroft.  Though, Sherlock supposed that he should have been impressed that Mycroft came at all.

"Why are you here?" Sherlock asked.

Mycroft's slight smile fell.  "Contrary to your beliefs, I do actually care about you," Mycroft said.

Sherlock scoffed.  "You sure it's not just England needing my assistance again?"

"Let's play nice," Mycroft suggested as he took a seat in the chair John sat in.  

Sherlock was not okay with this.  "Get up," he demanded.

Mycroft looked at his little brother suspiciously.  "Why?"

"That's John's seat," Sherlock answered.  

"He's not here, Sherlock," Mycroft reminded him.

"I don't care.  There's a seat over there," Sherlock informed him, pointing towards the other chair.  Mycroft knew better than to argue with his brother, especially when they were pumping drugs into him.  Sherlock got rather ghastly when he was high.  

The two Holmes boys looked at each other for a minute, but they didn't say anything.  Mycroft wondered if it would be rude to bring up John and Sherlock as a couple, and Sherlock wondered if it would be rude to ask Mycroft about the diet.  It looked as though he had gained three... four pounds since Sherlock had last seen him.  Sherlock also couldn't help but wonder if Mycroft was getting fat because he was worried about his younger brother, though Sherlock figured that conclusion was nearly impossible.  

"What happened, Sherlock?" Mycroft found himself asking after carefully studying Sherlock for a minute or so.  

"I got shot," Sherlock replied quickly, uneager to speak of his act of love for John.  Sherlock knew that his brother would only make fun of him if he told him the truth about how Sherlock had taken the beating and the bullet for John all in a day, so he refused to tell him about it. 

"Yes, but-"

"Thank you for phoning the ambulance, Mycroft," Sherlock said.

Mycroft raised a fading eyebrow.  "I'm sorry?"

"I would have died if you hadn't called.  So, I'm saying thank you.  Isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

"I didn't call, Sherlock.  I thought it was John," Mycroft replied, his voice uneven.  

"John left his mobile back at the flat," Sherlock explained.  "So, if you didn't call, and John didn't call, and Moriarty didn't call... who saved my life?"

Mycroft had nothing to say.  He simply looked at his younger brother and wondered who would have saved his life.  He went through all of the suspects in his head and checked off their named mentally. Mrs. Hudson wouldn't have called because she was out and Lestrade was working and didn't know Sherlock had gotten shot until he had swung by Baker Street for help on a case and Mrs. Hudson informed him that Sherlock was in hospital.  Molly Hopper was working at the morgue so it couldn't have been her.  But then who was it?  Who was Sherlock's fan?

Just then, John entered the room in a fresh outfit with his hair still wet from his shower.  Sherlock noticed that John had also shaved, which was good because Sherlock didn't like the stubble on him. 

"Oh, hello Mycroft," John said as he looked at Sherlock's older brother sitting in the chair that Sherlock hadn't claimed as John's.  Mycroft smiled and got up.

"He refused to let me sit in your seat," he said.  John looked at Sherlock suspiciously who just kind of sat there with a smug look on his beautiful face.

"Sorry," John tried, unsure of what to say.

"He must really like you," Mycroft said.

He started to leave the room when John spoke.  "How did you..."

"Have a nice day," he replied.  Mycroft left the room, leaving John and Sherlock alone.  Alone had been getting dangerous for the pair of them.  When they were alone, Sherlock insisted on kissing John or cuddling him, and then John would get cute and flustered and all embarrassed.  Being alone was especially dangerous when Sherlock was feeling more drugged, which was most of the time.  Though, they had one brief interaction a few hours before Mycroft came by that was pretty straight forward in which Sherlock complained about not being at home.

"How does he know that we... did you tell him?" John asked.  He wasn't mad, but he was confused.  John and Sherlock hadn't come out to anyone, and John figured that the last person Sherlock would want to tell this to was Mycroft.  

"Mycroft is the British government.  It's hard for him to not know everything," Sherlock explained, his eyes glued to John's.

"Well, alright. I just-"

"I still love you, John.  Even if Mycroft knows," Sherlock smiled.

John smiled and planted a kiss on Sherlock's forehead.  "I love you too, Sherlock."

Silence passed between the two.

"Will you sit with me?" Sherlock begged.

"You mean on your bed?"

Sherlock didn't reply.

"Of course I'll sit with you," John smiled.  Sherlock moved over so John could have a proper place to stretch out on the small hospital bed.  Sherlock was growing tired again and John was so easy to sleep on.  He latched himself onto John, wrapping his arms around him.  He was so warm and Sherlock was so cold.  He was always cold.  But John was the opposite of him, and Sherlock couldn't get enough of him.