Lost and Found 8/10
Summary: AU. Sherlock and John were childhood friends, and as they got older they only got closer. They got engaged just before John went to Afghanistan, still having joined the army to cover med school. Sherlock is still a consulting detective. John is declared MIA, but it becomes clear that that there's more going on than that when Sherlock gets a message in the form of a dead body. Major John!Whumpage, but no character death.
Warnings: Rated T because there's no sex, but there are torture themes, kidnapping, Moriarty (obvs), etc. Nothing you haven't seen before i'm sure but should be mentioned. Also apologies for very unimaginative title.
Pairing: Sherlock/John and a bit of Mystrade pre-slash later on.
Length: ~12'000 in total
Rating: T
Previous Chapter
When Lestrade arrived at the hospital, he knew that the Suited Man had already arrived. It didn't seem like a little thing like traffic would stop him. Lestrade was on his own of course, everyone else was still checking out the crime scene at the pool.
When he got inside he made his way to the front desk but he was waylaid by an attractive young woman on a blackberry.
"Follow me," she ordered him. She wasn't smiling, but it wasn't exactly unfriendly either.
He was slightly uncertain. Maybe she didn't mean him, after all she hadn't even looked at him, but she striding off anyway, obviously expecting him to follow; so he did.
She led him to a quiet room on the third floor and stood outside, but gestured for him to enter.
It was a double room, and Sherlock was in one of the beds, the other was unoccupied. Sherlock was uncharacteristically quiet. In fact, it looked as though he was asleep, and The Suited Man was sat in the hard plastic chair next to him.
"They sedated him," he offered, a slight tone of relief in his voice. "He's perfectly fine, but he does get so worked up in matters where John is concerned. My name is Mycroft, by the way." Mycroft stood and proffered a hand, which Lestrade shook.
"Yeah, nice to meet you, I guess. Who is he? John, I mean?"
"He's Sherlock's fiance, as well as the only true friend he has ever had, and I do believe the only one that he has ever wanted."
Lestrade was quiet for a moment at that.
"Then you can probably understand why we all found it a bit hard to imagine what any friend of his would have been like, let alone his fiance."
To his surprise the man chuckled at his comment. Of course he had meant it as a joke, but Mycroft didn't particularly seem like much of a joking man. If he did, it seemed likely to Lestrade that it would be a strange sense of humor that was not shared by very many.
"Yes, well, John may surprise you."
Instantly, Lestrade was imagining some equally frenetic man running around with Sherlock at all hours, getting into trouble, and leaving him to do all the paper work.
Apparently something of his thoughts must have shown on his face because Mycroft gave him a wry smile and said "Don't worry Detective Inspector, John is usually a very calming influence on Sherlock."
"I'm sorry, I just still can't get my head around that man having a fiance! He's never shown the slightest interest in anybody, man or woman... Not even looking! And all these years and he's never even mentioned him!"
"Well I believe he chose not to mention it because it upset him. Or, maybe he just didn't think it was anything that anyone in the police force needed to know. He's never been particularly effusive. They met when they were seven you know, in the park. Instant friendship. Mummy was so relieved that he had finally found a friend that she even arranged for John to attend the same school. I think John still hasn't realised." He smiled again at this.
"Seven?" Asked Lestrade, slightly disbelieving. He hadn't seen any of his friends from when he was seven for years! Much less gotten engaged to them.
"Yes, and they've been best friends ever since. I don't think I've ever seen two people who were closer. It was hardly surprising that their relationship grew more... amorous as they got older. Of course Sherlock had to be forced to make a move." He said matter of factually, and it made sense. Lestrade didn't think that Sherlock was the type to confess feelings unless he was forced to do so, but then he had had to revisit a lot of his opinions on the man today. "It wasn't until John got a girlfriend that he finally made his feelings known. They were reciprocated of course, and then when they were twenty-one John asked Sherlock to marry him.
"The look on his face was really quite comical, and when John asked later why he was so surprised at the question Sherlock said that it was because he thought John already knew; of course they were going to get married. There had never been any doubt of that in Sherlock's mind.
"Always so presumptuous, though in this, as in most things, he was of course correct."
"No offense but seriously, how does he put up with him?"
"I'm not entirely sure myself, but they certainly manage very well. As ridiculous as it sounds, I think they fell in love the day they met. Even in the holidays they managed to hardly spend a moment apart. They went to university together, you know. Before Sherlock dropped out at least." Mycroft added with resigned displeasure.
"Wait, if they were so perfect for each other and everything was as lovey dovey as you say then why did John leave him?" He couldn't help but ask. It had been confusing him since he had first found out about the man.
"He didn't. At least not by choice."
"So what happened?" Despite himself Lestrade was really getting quite interested now. Trust Sherlock to have a love life like a badly written romance novel.
"Well, as I'm sure that you are aware medical school is extremely expensive, and John's family background was neither particularly supportive nor affluent, so he signed a contract with the army."
"Ah, where they pay your fees in exchange for you signing away your life?"
Mycroft looked slightly displeased at the crude explanation of the system, but agreed nevertheless. "I suppose you could put it like that, yes. Of course Sherlock offered to pay, not that he had the money at the time of course, but he knew that to keep him happy myself or Mummy would have paid it in an instant."
Lestrade tried not to grin at the early forties man who used the word 'Mummy'.
"Of course John wouldn't hear of it. He wanted to prove that he could do it on his own I suppose, and indeed he did. Quite the crack shot i'm told, in fact he rather flourished. I think he really quite liked it."
"He liked being in a war zone? I take it back, maybe they are perfect for each other after all."
Mycroft chuckled happily, "Indeed. Though you should have read Sherlock's emails. Pining, is the most suitable word I believe. He was constantly trying to persuade John to come home. He never said it either, even to John, but he was always worried. Ironic really, considering John's the one who looks after him more often than not." He pauses here and the smile on his face drops away to make space for a much more serious look. "I would also request, Mr Lestrade, that neither you nor your team mention the... drugs issue around John. At least until he is fairly recovered, it would only upset him."
"You think he'll be alright then?" Lestrade didn't know the man obviously, but would like to meet the creature that could control the consulting detective. Army doctor as well. He was probably ridiculously authoritarian, and just as up himself as Sherlock. Yes definitely. Still, he was intrigued.
"Oh yes, I'm quite sure of it. I've made sure he has the best doctors in the country are available, and, as serious as his condition is, if I know John Watson like I think I do there's no way he's going to let something dull like that take him out. Sherlock would be so disappointed!" He smiled widely at Lestrade to reassure him that it was only a joke.
"Besides, I don't think he'll be anywhere near ready to go until he makes a honest man out of our dear Sherlock here."
Lestrade let out a barking laugh at that one. "That'll be the day!"
They carried on chatting like that for a while, right up until the nurse came in.
"Mr Holmes?" She asked, looking between the two of them, not sure which to address.
"Yes?"
"Oh God I knew it. Brother?"
"Brother." Mycroft agreed with a small smile before returning his attention to the nurse.
"Ah, Dr Watson is out of surgery now. He's a very lucky man," she smiled at them, and even Lestrade felt relieved at the news, though shamefully it was more at the fact that he wouldn't have to deal with whatever Sherlock would be like if his boyfriend died. After all, he had turned to hard drugs merely because the man had gone abroad for a couple of years... 'Maybe a bit more complicated than that,' He chastised himself.
"He's doing very well, and is perfectly stable. He's still pretty weak, but we've repaired a lot of the damage to his shoulder, bound his ribs and we're pumping him full of new blood as we speak. If you can promise he won't be disturbed then we can probably have him brought down from recovery in the next few hours, though we don't anticipate him waking for probably at least another couple of days. Frankly I can't believe he- nevermind."
"That is most pleasing doctor," replied Mycroft with a relieved smile, his shoulders visibly relaxing. Lestrade began to feel like maybe he hadn't been quite as confident about this John guy's chances of survival as he had made out.
Sherlock obviously wasn't waking up any time soon, but Lestrade stayed anyway to talk to his brother. Hell, if he were in this situation he wouldn't say no to some company, and it wasn't exactly a sacrifice for him to spend time with the man. XD Oo-er.
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Warnings: Rated T because there's no sex, but there are torture themes, kidnapping, Moriarty (obvs), etc. Nothing you haven't seen before i'm sure but should be mentioned. Also apologies for very unimaginative title.
Pairing: Sherlock/John and a bit of Mystrade pre-slash later on.
Length: ~12'000 in total
Rating: T
Previous Chapter
When Lestrade arrived at the hospital, he knew that the Suited Man had already arrived. It didn't seem like a little thing like traffic would stop him. Lestrade was on his own of course, everyone else was still checking out the crime scene at the pool.
When he got inside he made his way to the front desk but he was waylaid by an attractive young woman on a blackberry.
"Follow me," she ordered him. She wasn't smiling, but it wasn't exactly unfriendly either.
He was slightly uncertain. Maybe she didn't mean him, after all she hadn't even looked at him, but she striding off anyway, obviously expecting him to follow; so he did.
She led him to a quiet room on the third floor and stood outside, but gestured for him to enter.
It was a double room, and Sherlock was in one of the beds, the other was unoccupied. Sherlock was uncharacteristically quiet. In fact, it looked as though he was asleep, and The Suited Man was sat in the hard plastic chair next to him.
"They sedated him," he offered, a slight tone of relief in his voice. "He's perfectly fine, but he does get so worked up in matters where John is concerned. My name is Mycroft, by the way." Mycroft stood and proffered a hand, which Lestrade shook.
"Yeah, nice to meet you, I guess. Who is he? John, I mean?"
"He's Sherlock's fiance, as well as the only true friend he has ever had, and I do believe the only one that he has ever wanted."
Lestrade was quiet for a moment at that.
"Then you can probably understand why we all found it a bit hard to imagine what any friend of his would have been like, let alone his fiance."
To his surprise the man chuckled at his comment. Of course he had meant it as a joke, but Mycroft didn't particularly seem like much of a joking man. If he did, it seemed likely to Lestrade that it would be a strange sense of humor that was not shared by very many.
"Yes, well, John may surprise you."
Instantly, Lestrade was imagining some equally frenetic man running around with Sherlock at all hours, getting into trouble, and leaving him to do all the paper work.
Apparently something of his thoughts must have shown on his face because Mycroft gave him a wry smile and said "Don't worry Detective Inspector, John is usually a very calming influence on Sherlock."
"I'm sorry, I just still can't get my head around that man having a fiance! He's never shown the slightest interest in anybody, man or woman... Not even looking! And all these years and he's never even mentioned him!"
"Well I believe he chose not to mention it because it upset him. Or, maybe he just didn't think it was anything that anyone in the police force needed to know. He's never been particularly effusive. They met when they were seven you know, in the park. Instant friendship. Mummy was so relieved that he had finally found a friend that she even arranged for John to attend the same school. I think John still hasn't realised." He smiled again at this.
"Seven?" Asked Lestrade, slightly disbelieving. He hadn't seen any of his friends from when he was seven for years! Much less gotten engaged to them.
"Yes, and they've been best friends ever since. I don't think I've ever seen two people who were closer. It was hardly surprising that their relationship grew more... amorous as they got older. Of course Sherlock had to be forced to make a move." He said matter of factually, and it made sense. Lestrade didn't think that Sherlock was the type to confess feelings unless he was forced to do so, but then he had had to revisit a lot of his opinions on the man today. "It wasn't until John got a girlfriend that he finally made his feelings known. They were reciprocated of course, and then when they were twenty-one John asked Sherlock to marry him.
"The look on his face was really quite comical, and when John asked later why he was so surprised at the question Sherlock said that it was because he thought John already knew; of course they were going to get married. There had never been any doubt of that in Sherlock's mind.
"Always so presumptuous, though in this, as in most things, he was of course correct."
"No offense but seriously, how does he put up with him?"
"I'm not entirely sure myself, but they certainly manage very well. As ridiculous as it sounds, I think they fell in love the day they met. Even in the holidays they managed to hardly spend a moment apart. They went to university together, you know. Before Sherlock dropped out at least." Mycroft added with resigned displeasure.
"Wait, if they were so perfect for each other and everything was as lovey dovey as you say then why did John leave him?" He couldn't help but ask. It had been confusing him since he had first found out about the man.
"He didn't. At least not by choice."
"So what happened?" Despite himself Lestrade was really getting quite interested now. Trust Sherlock to have a love life like a badly written romance novel.
"Well, as I'm sure that you are aware medical school is extremely expensive, and John's family background was neither particularly supportive nor affluent, so he signed a contract with the army."
"Ah, where they pay your fees in exchange for you signing away your life?"
Mycroft looked slightly displeased at the crude explanation of the system, but agreed nevertheless. "I suppose you could put it like that, yes. Of course Sherlock offered to pay, not that he had the money at the time of course, but he knew that to keep him happy myself or Mummy would have paid it in an instant."
Lestrade tried not to grin at the early forties man who used the word 'Mummy'.
"Of course John wouldn't hear of it. He wanted to prove that he could do it on his own I suppose, and indeed he did. Quite the crack shot i'm told, in fact he rather flourished. I think he really quite liked it."
"He liked being in a war zone? I take it back, maybe they are perfect for each other after all."
Mycroft chuckled happily, "Indeed. Though you should have read Sherlock's emails. Pining, is the most suitable word I believe. He was constantly trying to persuade John to come home. He never said it either, even to John, but he was always worried. Ironic really, considering John's the one who looks after him more often than not." He pauses here and the smile on his face drops away to make space for a much more serious look. "I would also request, Mr Lestrade, that neither you nor your team mention the... drugs issue around John. At least until he is fairly recovered, it would only upset him."
"You think he'll be alright then?" Lestrade didn't know the man obviously, but would like to meet the creature that could control the consulting detective. Army doctor as well. He was probably ridiculously authoritarian, and just as up himself as Sherlock. Yes definitely. Still, he was intrigued.
"Oh yes, I'm quite sure of it. I've made sure he has the best doctors in the country are available, and, as serious as his condition is, if I know John Watson like I think I do there's no way he's going to let something dull like that take him out. Sherlock would be so disappointed!" He smiled widely at Lestrade to reassure him that it was only a joke.
"Besides, I don't think he'll be anywhere near ready to go until he makes a honest man out of our dear Sherlock here."
Lestrade let out a barking laugh at that one. "That'll be the day!"
They carried on chatting like that for a while, right up until the nurse came in.
"Mr Holmes?" She asked, looking between the two of them, not sure which to address.
"Yes?"
"Oh God I knew it. Brother?"
"Brother." Mycroft agreed with a small smile before returning his attention to the nurse.
"Ah, Dr Watson is out of surgery now. He's a very lucky man," she smiled at them, and even Lestrade felt relieved at the news, though shamefully it was more at the fact that he wouldn't have to deal with whatever Sherlock would be like if his boyfriend died. After all, he had turned to hard drugs merely because the man had gone abroad for a couple of years... 'Maybe a bit more complicated than that,' He chastised himself.
"He's doing very well, and is perfectly stable. He's still pretty weak, but we've repaired a lot of the damage to his shoulder, bound his ribs and we're pumping him full of new blood as we speak. If you can promise he won't be disturbed then we can probably have him brought down from recovery in the next few hours, though we don't anticipate him waking for probably at least another couple of days. Frankly I can't believe he- nevermind."
"That is most pleasing doctor," replied Mycroft with a relieved smile, his shoulders visibly relaxing. Lestrade began to feel like maybe he hadn't been quite as confident about this John guy's chances of survival as he had made out.
Sherlock obviously wasn't waking up any time soon, but Lestrade stayed anyway to talk to his brother. Hell, if he were in this situation he wouldn't say no to some company, and it wasn't exactly a sacrifice for him to spend time with the man. XD Oo-er.
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