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Sherlock looked up from where she’s nursing a bruise on her ribs with an ice pack pressed to the sore spot over her camisole and she laughs bitterly, the taste of blood still prominent in her mouth from where she’d been biting the inside of her cheek during take off.

Then, the plane landed, but she still had the stench of Magnus’s blood on her and she shook her head. “That’s the worse decision you could make John….” she breathed out.

"Not really." He replies, crouched in front of her as he puts away his medical supplies.

"Just take the compliment because I don’t say that to many people." John murmurs before staggering up. Grabbing his cane, he limps over to the table and sets the kit on top of the newspaper.

"Want anything to drink? Tea? Water?"

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"No." Sherlock said firmly. "You’re staying right there. I’ll see if Molly has a suggestion."

Not that he hadn’t calculated every restaurant and possible route in his head already.

"I’ll bring something back for all of us. Any preference?"

John settles back down on top of the blankets with a sigh.

"Something that doesn’t make a mess…. but something hot. I haven’t had a good hot meal in a while."

"Get some sleep." Sherlock ordered, resting his elbows on the armrests and steepling his fingers below his chin. It was best not to move if he wanted to make sure John actually did rest.

"Later I’ll order chicken teriyaki."

"Fine. Try not to think too loudly." He murmurs before resting an arm over Dani.

John can feel the low hum of emotions in the hospital. It makes him uncomfortable, but he makes do.

John shuts his eyes, and dozes off.

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"Now you’re the one getting sentimental." He drawls back, smiling. John leans in and grazes her lips with his own.

John massages the back of her neck.

"Avalon’s been spending too much time with Mrs. Hudson."

"You like it when I get sentimental—" she replied, leaning into the hand on her neck and sighing deeply. At the mention of Avalon, Sherlock’s gut twisted at odd angles. Shaking her head, the detective leans into John a tick more and closes her eyes.

"Shhhh…. Shhhh…" He coos quietly now, holding her close and kissing her cheeks. 

"Why don’t you rest now? I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise."

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"No." Sherlock said firmly. "You’re staying right there. I’ll see if Molly has a suggestion."

Not that he hadn’t calculated every restaurant and possible route in his head already.

"I’ll bring something back for all of us. Any preference?"

John settles back down on top of the blankets with a sigh.

"Something that doesn’t make a mess…. but something hot. I haven’t had a good hot meal in a while."

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"Starved." He muttered, sinking into a chair beside the gurney. "I’d be out the door if it didn’t require a boat rental to navigate the city."

He was actually telling the truth. Sherlock could destroy any kind of takeaway right now. Even hospital food was sounding tolerable. Almost appetising.

"If you’re asking if I’m wallowing away in sorrow, I’ll have to disappoint you."

John sits up and runs a hand over his tired eyes. “Mmm…. I can go see if Meredith knows anyone that’s open…” 

He tucks the blanket Sherlock gave him around Dani’s shoulders.

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"I’m sure she didn’t mean it like that." John whispers to her, nuzzling her gently. He presses a kiss to her temple.

"It’s alright to talk with me." He continues, adjusting on the mattress. "You can come home with me tomorrow. I’m not going to leave."

 He watches her quietly, “It’s not home without you.”

Sherlock batted his face gently. “Always so sentimental—” she mumbled, a hint of affection behind her tone, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt now. “Avalon said home is where the heart is John—” Sherlock swallowed, mouth dry from the drugs, excuse her, medication— they were giving her.

She looked up, “I’ve constantly been told and reminded that you are my metaphorical heart, so I do suppose that you John H. Watson qualify as my home—” she drawled.

"Now you’re the one getting sentimental." He drawls back, smiling. John leans in and grazes her lips with his own.

John massages the back of her neck.

"Avalon’s been spending too much time with Mrs. Hudson."

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He presses a kiss to her forehead, holding her comfortably close. Nodding, he whispers in her ear, “Go to sleep, Dani.”

John shifts a bit to make sure nothing gets tugged or ripped out of Dani’s arm. He tugs the blanket tighter around her.

For…

"John."

The Detective’s voice is low and near.

"You need to rest. She’s not going anywhere."

A hand wrapped around the doctor’s wrist, stilling his movements.

"Bernadette isn’t the only one with tricks up her sleeve. But we are both well aware of that, so let’s not make this difficult, shall we?"

Sighing John’s eyes shut.

Alright. Fine. You win this time. Both of you.

He’s too exhausted to fight.

"Are you staying there or do you want the couch?"

Sherlock gently released the man’s wrist and stepped back.

"We’re going to be alright, you know. Both of us."

"Here." He breathes quietly. "I can’t move, anyway."

Opening a tired eye, he looks up at Sherlock.

"You both keep saying that, by I’m finding it really hard to stay convinced."

"We wouldn’t have to repeat ourselves if you just believed it the first time." Sherlock quipped, slipping his blanket from the couch and draping it over the doctor.

"John Hamish Watson: let it be known his stubbornness is second only to that of Sherlock Holmes."

"Write that on my tombstone when I die." John drawls. He looks up at Sherlock gratefully as he settles the blanket around him and Bernadette.

"How’re you doing?"

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Avalon flops down on top of a sleeping Sherlock whispering, "Father wake uuuuuuuup~!" John has already gone off to work, leaving her with the Holmes.

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Sherlock stirs in his sleep, feeling something heavy on top of him. Slowly, he wakes, seeing Avalon in front of him. “Avalon? What’s wrong?” He gets up, rubbing his eyes and yawns.

"Mmmm… Appaples. I want Appaples too. And… Pudding. Chocolate Pudding."

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, she grabs her red galoshes and tugs them on.

"Appaples?" Sherlock furrowed his brows, trying to figure out what she meant by that while waiting for her to finish.  "You mean the big red fruit? Like the fruit used in Snow White?"

He doesn’t even know how he knows Snow White and if she does know the fairy tale.

"Yupadup." Avalon responds, holding Sherlock’s hand as they head outside. It’s drizzling a bit.

"We should make chips too. With fishy. I don’t mind fishy and chips."

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John hums into the kiss, hips rolling against Sherlock for a brief moment before he manages to check himself.

"Sherlock." He breathes in the man’s ear before kissing down Sherlock’s neck.

He marks him.

He never realized he was holding his breath when he felt John’s lips on his neck. Softly, Sherlock released his breath as he wrapped his arms around him.

He gave his full trust to John.

John’s hands shift under Sherlock’s shirt, running along Sherlock’s skin. He continues to kiss and mark Sherlock’s neck before nudging Sherlock’s chin. 

He makes Sherlock release him so he can tug Sherlock’s shirt off. “Sit up a bit.” He murmurs low in Sherlock’s ear.

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