Code Name : Chaos (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

XIV : Aftermath

Kissing John Watson was a new experience. I mean, sure, I'd kissed plenty of guys, but this, this was different. It was passionate, but at the same time, tranquil and calm, much like John.
In that moment I forgot everything. I ignored Sherlock's quiet cussing as he grasped his leg, I ignored everything around me. In that moment, there was me and there was John.

We eventually broke apart, interrupted by Sherlock clearing his throat. "If you are quite finished, I am in quite a lot of pain, and in need of medical attention." He said pointedly. Sherlock had gone deathly pale, and was clutching his leg. I didn't look at John "Oh, yeah." I said dialling an ambulance.

Not long later, Sherlock was lying propped up in a hospital bed with his leg bandaged tightly. John and I sat on either side of him, trying our best not to catch each other's eye, while Sherlock muttered a mixture of curses and names. Suddenly, Sherlock completely sat up and began to tug the tubes out of his body roughly.
"What the hell are you doing?" yelled John but Sherlock had already got to his feet and was digging in the cupboard for what I presumed to be crutches.
"Sherlock, we can't go home now!"I complained. "You've been shot!"
"John can look after me. He is a doctor isn't he?"

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I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had been washing my hands for the past 20 minutes, but every time I looked down at my hands, I still saw them coated in Steinfield's blood. They were red and raw from my relentless scrubbing. I put my hands on either side of the sink, looking down and blinking back tears. I hastily wiped away the tears and walked into the living room, only to turn back the way I came when I saw John sitting in his chair. I froze as he saw me. "I finally managed to persuade Sherlock to sleep." He said with a smile, which promptly faded, as he saw my face. "How are you coping ?" He asked gently. I exhaled "Good - still trying to process what happened earlier. Every time I look down I-I see his blood on my hands." My voice cracked. John pulled me in to a hug. "Promise me something." He said "Promise me you will not blame yourself for what happened, there was no other way." I nodded, and we stood for a while in silence. "You know," I began "There was one aspect of earlier we didn't discuss." John frowned "And what was that ?" He said, a playful glint his eyes. "This." I kissed him. It was just as magical as before. After a moment, he pulled away "A-are you sure ?" He asked. I responded by kissing him with a fierceness that even surprised me.
"Is it normal to be kissing when she's just killed someone?"asked Sherlock, stepping out from nowhere dressed in a blue robe and nothing else. John broke away and cursed under his breath.
"God, Sherlock! I should get a do-not-disturb sign!"he fumed. Sherlock was already picking up his darts and throwing them at his noticeboard with complete indifference.
"The living room is neutral territory. It's not like you're in your room; I can't imagine why anyone would want to go in there." I could tell John was mad, he was gripping my hands tightly, but I decided to interrupt the tension.
"Come on boys, we have more important things to discuss. Sherlock sit down, your leg looks bad." Sherlock threw himself down and sighed, hands pressed together as if he was praying and eyes shut.
"Then John's doing a bad job. Joe Steinfield. Dead. Dead. Dead."

AN : Shoutout to RedPanda1203 for helping with these last two chapters. Thank you !!! 😘😘