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You came to on the couch back in the flat, blinking at the ceiling a few times before looking down to find John sitting on the floor next to you asleep, his head resting on your thigh. You fixed his hair fondly, running your fingers through the short locks to straighten where it stuck out.

Sherlock came into the room and you held a finger to your lips so he wouldn’t say anything to wake the obviously exhausted man and then you carefully swapped the leg he was laying on with a pillow that Sherlock quickly handed you. You pressed a quick kiss to John’s temple as you placed a nearby blanket over him and then motioned for Sherlock to follow you to the kitchen.

Once you were there you turned to face him only to be enveloped in a hug. It took you a moment to reciprocate, you hugged Sherlock often but he was hardly ever the one to hug you, in fact the last time he’d done that was the day you’d returned with Mycroft.

Winding your arms tightly around your brother you quietly offered, “You worry too much. I think John is rubbing off on you.”

“You were just drugged and kidnapped. What kind of older brother would I be if I didn’t worry?”

You chuckled, “The Sherlock kind obviously. Go ahead. Ask.”

He pulled away from you, worries quelled as his curiosity took over, “Tell me what you remember.”

You closed your eyes to let your mind zoom back to when you left the house, “I left here to meet him as I always did, in a public place always different but always classy, picking up the suit and some other things I had for him along the way. I knew from the beginning he wasn’t who he said he was but many of my clients use aliases, as do I at times with shadier clients. I used one with him because there was something about him that always tugged at the back of my mind. He knew… Though I don’t think he cared back then, probably never really thought anything of it until he saw me with you. I arrived at the location, a small pub over near Trafalgar, and he seemed happy to see me, offering me a drink and harmlessly flirting as usual.”

You winced, “I missed it. The fact that he already had the drink when I got there… I didn’t even think twice. How could I have been so stupid? After all this time I considered him a friend. We talked briefly and then I started to feel off and he helped me out to a car. Black Bentley. Newer model with grey interior I think. Maybe tan. I just remember it being light but not white. Then nothing for a while.”

You ran a hand over your face pushing your mind to recall more, getting some flashes in the middle, “Non specific room. Dark. Lit from the ceiling with a single lamp rather like an interrogation room. I had the dress on by then but no shoes.”

You frowned when you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten into the dress, it wasn’t something you really wanted to think about, “He came in and knelt to put the shoes on me and then put the duck tape over my mouth. Nothing again and when it cuts back in all I remember is it being dark. I panicked slightly before remembering the training I had with sedatives. Calmed myself and things began to get less fuzzy. He showed up, offered a hand to help me up, and then led me to you.”

You opened your eyes and Sherlock looked to be thinking, “He never hurt you then. Interesting.”
You nodded, “Very.”

“I doubt this will be the last time we see him.”

“Agreed.”

“Will you be-“

“Joining you full time from now on? Yes. I think that would be best.”

John cleared his throat to get your attention, he’d woken up while you were recounting your experience, and you quickly went to him before he could get up, sitting on the couch to take his face in your hands, “Are you alright dear?”

He chuckled humorlessly, “I believe I should be the one asking that.”

You frowned at him, “Do I need to remind you that you were also taken against your will and likely with more force than I was?”

He reached to remove the hands from his face, “I promised I wouldn’t let anything like that happen to you ever again (F/n). I failed you.”

You shook your head violently, making the world spin a little, and firmly stated, “No John. There wasn’t anything you could have possibly done.”

He looked at your knees and Sherlock spoke up to validate that statement, “She’s right John. There was nothing either of us could have done. It’s best not to dwell on it.”

He looked up at you and you gave him a small reassuring smile, “I suppose you’re right.”

Shifting from the floor to the couch to be able to get a better look at you, he requested, “Promise you’ll tell me if you start to have nightmares again. This was far to similar to what happened to you before.”

You sighed, “I promise John.”

Sherlock’s eyes had narrowed, “How come you told him what happened and not me?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh I know the great Sherlock Holmes is not asking me an obvious question right now. Deduce your own answer.”

John smirked and you pointed to him without turning from Sherlock, “Stop that.”

Sherlock gave his own smirk at the fact that John had gotten in trouble, you swore it was like living with children sometimes, and then simply answered, “I see your point. I still expect you to tell me later but John was far less likely to take any action.”

You nodded, “Bingo. Now shoo. John’s not through fretting and I would like to talk to him alone for a bit.”

Sherlock cocked an eyebrow and didn’t move, so you sighed, “It’s nothing you don’t already know. I swear.”

He seemed satisfied by this and left the room. You turned back to John and he leaned in to press a few wanton kisses to your lips as he murmured, “I’m sorry but I’m not letting you go anywhere alone for a good long while.”

You smiled tenderly, “Worrying so much isn’t good for you love.”

He shook his head, “I don’t care. I almost lost you tonight (F/n).”

He kissed down your neck and then rested his forehead on your shoulder, you turned to nuzzle your nose into his hair, “It’s only going to get worse you know.”

He turned to kiss your neck, “All the more reason for you not to go anywhere without me.”

You rubbed a hand along his back, “Alright. I won’t. Look on the bright side. I doubt Sherly will be shooting the wall again anytime soon.”

He chuckled, pulling back to look at you, “Fair point.”

You pressed a hand against his cheek as you leaned to kiss him and then pulled away a few inches to look into his eyes, “I love you John Watson.”

He was visibly surprised by this, he knew you loved him, you showed him often with sweet gestures and passionate moments, but you’d still never actually said it. You chuckled at his response and kissed his cheek, “Adorable as always.”

You moved to get up and he pulled you back down so he could press an amorous kiss against your lips. You responded eagerly, pressing him back on the couch so you were on top of him and he smirked, carefully removing himself from you for a moment to look into your eyes, “I love you too (F/n) Holmes.”

You nuzzled into his neck with a soft giggle and then stood, tugging him up after you. You began to lead him in the opposite direction of his room and he raised an eyebrow, “Where are we going?”

Turning to take both his hands in yours as you backed up with a mischievous grin on your face, you provided, “To shower. You did say I wasn’t to go anywhere on my own, did you not?”

He grinned, catching your drift, “I did indeed.”

He wondered briefly if there was actually enough room in the tiny bathroom for the two of you but a swish of your hips made him unable to follow that line of thinking.

He smirked, he would find out soon enough anyways, some things were just meant to be tested.