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Title: Epiphanies at Gunpoint
Author(s):[livejournal.com profile] vomit_bunny 
Rating: PG-13
Character/pairing(s):John/Sherlock, Lestrade, Mrs Hudson.
Summary: Eventually your luck will run out. Hopefully there’ll be a doctor on hand when it does.
Disclaimer: not mine
Spoilers: none
Warnings: mentions of blood, emotions!
Author's Notes: cliché riddled hurt/comfort

In John’s mind the moment condenses. It’s just him and Sherlock on the cold concrete pavement. No police. No Lestrade. No angry gunman.

Just him and Sherlock and a lot of blood on the cold concrete pavement.


“Just talk to me,” John insists, trying to sound commanding, trying to keep the fear that’s threatening to overwhelm him -not this! not now! not here!- out of his voice.

Sherlock laughs at that, but it sounds cracked and broken. “Do people really say that? It’s so clichéd.”

“Got to keep the patient focused,” John says in response and he tries to smile.

“Of course, your army training. This must all seem like the good old days to you.”

The world comes back into abrupt focus at that, quiet and shocked in the wake of Sherlock’s deduction.

When John speaks it’s harsh and grating against the silence. “Don’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m. I didn’t mean.” John takes a steadying breath. He watches the blood creeping between Lestrade’s fingers as he follows John’s instructions, keeping pressure on the wound. Listens as Sgt. Donovan begins talking hurriedly over the radio again, demanding an ambulance as if the shear force of her will will make it appear faster. “Keep talking to me.”

“It’s an abdominal wound,” Sherlock begins. “More blood than I would have expected. That could mean the bullet grazed the liver, possibly a kidney.”

“Sherlock,” Lestrade cuts in quietly, his voice is calm and controlled, but the admonishment is still clear. “Talk about something else.”

Sherlock looks stricken, as if taking away his ability to make observations will kill him.

“Tell me.” John falters. “Tell me about the case.”

Sherlock stares at him for a moment.

“Please, Sherlock.”

“Shouldn’t you?”

“Oh no, you’ll complain.” The smile is easier this time. “Too much narrative, not enough focus on your brilliant deductions.”

“John, I-”

“God damn it, Sherlock,” Lestrade breaks in, and this time he’s more exasperated. He takes a breath and collects himself. “Don’t pretend you want to miss a chance to astound us with your superior intellect.”

“There had been a murder,” Sherlock starts. “Nothing that interesting. But then I... someone contacted me, said they needed my help.”

“Mrs. Hudson,” Sherlock called down the stairs. “We’ll be having visitors this afternoon.”

“That’s nice, dear.”

“We’ll need some tea, nothing fancy. Maybe something to eat.” He shut the door before she could answer and walked back to the sofa.

“If you want, I can make myself scarce.”

“What?” Sherlock asked, craning his neck to look at John. “No, no, I’ll need you here.”

“Right,” John replied, resigned to losing his afternoon to Sherlock’s plans.

“They were dressed as soldiers, but it was clear right away that they weren’t.”

“Not really,” John interrupts.

“Everything about them was wrong, John” Sherlock says incredulously, his voice stronger. “Take the way they stood. Only raw recruits and actors stand to attention like that, too much strain on the back; it was forced not second nature. If that wasn’t enough then there was the mud on his colleague's boots. No military man would keep his boots in that condition. He certainly wouldn’t try to wipe them on the back of his trousers when he thought no one was looking. You didn’t notice?”

“Not then,” John replies. ”Not straight away.”

“Mmh, there was a slight altercation.”

Sherlock crashed across the room, he reached blindly for support and inadvertently pulled the curtain from the wall.

John winces. “Slight altercation?”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, Sherlock,” Mrs Hudson sighed as she stepped into the room. “You really have made a mess in here.”

John laughed.

“And you really shouldn’t encourage him, doctor.”

Sherlock pauses. “Then Lestrade arrived and presented us with his utterly asinine conclusions on the case.”

“I didn’t have all the facts.”

“When has having all the facts ever stopped you being spectacularly wrong in the past, Lestrade? Anyway, there had been another murder.”

The body was laid out in the middle of the road but Sherlock ignored it for the most part.

“The man you’re looking for is white, brown hair, blue eyed, about five foot eight and left handed.” He paused and nodded at John.  ”He also has a particularly impressive black eye. His left.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Lestrade asked.

John sighed. “Because we had tea with him this afternoon.”


Sherlock crouched on the ground and pointed. “Same boots, see the damage to the sole in the print? It’s identical to the imprint left on Mrs Hudson's floors by our caller this afternoon. Same flecks of mud, too,” he added, reaching out and rubbing the dirt between his fingers.

“I don’t suppose you have a name and address as well?”

“I didn’t ask. This isn’t mud.”

“Well it’s a start.”

Sherlock jumped up. “This isn’t mud!”

“What? What are you doing?” Lestrade asked, watching as Sherlock jumped the police tape and started down the street.

And John followed. Didn’t even waste time thinking about it. Sherlock went and John followed.

Sherlock stops abruptly. He stares at John who squeezes his hand in return. Tightly; with everything he has. Trying to convey a hundred things in that one simple movement and relying on Sherlock being able to understand.

“Please, keep talking.”

Sherlock swallows tightly. “John, when I told you I wasn’t interested-”


“Where are we going?”John asked as they jogged, breathing heavily.

“It wasn’t mud, it was marble dust, the residue you get from cutting it.” He waved his phone in John's general direction, as if the map John can barely see explained it all.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Lestrade?”

“He’s right behind us,” Sherlock replied. Lied, because he knew exactly how much longer it would take to maneuver a police car through the maze of streets.

“Right.” John grinned, too caught up in the moment, in the adrenaline, to argue.

“Here!” Sherlock cried, suddenly turning.

They rounded the corner almost too quickly, stumbling over their own feet and reaching out wildly to keep their balance.

There was someone there already, waiting. He had a gun. He had a gun but Sherlock charged on anyway because he was an idiot who thought he couldn’t die.

“That’s not what happened.”


“Tell it properly.”

There was someone there already, waiting, but not for them.

Sherlock ignored him. It took a second to realise he wasn’t part of their case. Just some young man, probably hoping to score a fix. Not important.

Just some young man.

He didn’t know that they weren’t there for him, though.

He’s young and he’s stupid and he was suddenly cornered in the alley. Trapped.

He took the gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Sherlock. Pointed it at Sherlock and pulled the trigger. Too fast to do anything; too fast to stop.

Only his hands were shaking and he missed.

The ambulance arrives and Sherlock looks up for just a moment before looking back down at John. “I don’t know how it ends,” he admits.

“It’s okay,” John says tiredly, closing his eye.

“John! Stop that!"


"John, John I need you to look at me,” Sherlock insists, grasping John’s face between his hands.

He blinks up blearily for a moment then lets his eyes drift shut again.

“I see they gave you another blanket,” is the first thing John says when Sherlock wakes. “It suits you.”

Sherlock tries for something approaching nonchalance as he sits up, shrugging the blanket off and running a hand down his sleeve.

He must have changed his clothes at some point. Despite being wrinkled beyond Sherlock’s ability to smooth down the shirt is at least clean, the trousers free from mud and John’s blood. Lestrade’s doing, John imagines, he probably threatened Sherlock with something, hounding him into cleaning up.

“Lestrade said they wouldn’t let me see you until I washed. You were staring at my knees and smiling,” Sherlock explains. “Either my legs make you unaccountably happy or you’ve noticed the clean trousers and you’re imagining what it took to make me change. I wanted to see you, utterly mundane as motives go, I’m afraid, but surprisingly effective.”

“I’m honoured.”

“Hmm, he tried to get me to go home as well, which was ridiculous. I got Mrs Hudson to bring in a few things instead.” He nods towards a holdall on the floor, from its size and shape it's obvious Mrs Hudson must have packed far more than just a change of clothes.

“Is she alright?”

“Why wouldn’t she be?” Sherlock asks.

“I did get shot,” John points out. “Lodgers getting shot is the sort of thing that can upset some landladies.”


“You did tell her, didn’t you? Or did you just phone up in the middle of the night and demand that she bring a spare suit to accident and emergency?”

“I texted.”

“Of course you did.”

Neither of them says anything for a moment and John shifts in the bed, aware of Sherlock’s gaze on him as he examines his IV port and wonders how much morphine he’s still on.

“I was preoccupied,” Sherlock admits.

“It’s okay.”

“I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” John begins again, surprised at how suddenly Sherlock seems to fall apart. The nurses had told him about Sherlock’s -your young man’s- behaviour, and they had certainly seemed relived that he’d fallen asleep, but he still hadn't expected this. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I didn’t know that I’d feel,” Sherlock starts, running a hand through his hair. “No one told me that it would be like this.”

“It’s alright, Sherlock,” John says, bringing to mind a seemingly endless parade of therapy sessions and interchangeable doctors as he continues, “you’ve been through a traumatic experience.“

“Not that, you idiot. You! Caring about you!”


“People, my brother, always insisted that I’m missing out in some way by not having friends. Well they lied, because it hurts!”


“You were hurt and I couldn’t cope because all I could think was that going to leave me!”

“It’s normal, Sherlock, it’s normal to be upset when people you care about are hurt.”

“I don’t want to care about you, I didn’t ask to.” He slumps. “And now I can’t stop. I care about you, about what you doing and feeling and thinking. What you think about me.”

“That’s normal too,” John replies easily. “Well, some of it.”

“How do you stand it?”

John shrugs. “I’ve no idea, people just do.”

Sherlock scowls, making his opinion of people in general clear. “You nearly died.”

“I’m sorry.”

“When I told you I couldn’t, that I don’t do relationships-”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“We’ve established that I care about what you feel so that would only make sense if I was too stupid to realise how you felt.” Sherlock replies.

John reaches out and takes his hand. “Please shut up.”

Sherlock stops, stares at their hands.

“I’m tired, you’re a mess and I’d prefer not to have this conversation while I’m on morphine. I care, you care, that’s it. We’ll work out the rest of it later.”

“Later,” Sherlock repeats, still staring at their hands.

John yawns widely, and settles down on the bed. “So how did it end, your story?”

The End

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Date: 2010-08-08 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bramble-rose.livejournal.com
Wow! You got me, I really thought it was Sherlock who was shot :-) Very well done, excellent h/c and angst, too !!!

Date: 2010-08-08 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Yay, it worked! I'm glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-08-08 06:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] john-loves-paul.livejournal.com
I really like this story!!! At first I thought Sherlock was shot and then BÄÄÄM!!! UR WRONG IT'S JOHN! xD really cool

and I also like the ending a lot...Sherlock sure would be confused about his feelings and you captured that very well.

Date: 2010-08-08 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you! Glad I managed to fool you, if you know what I mean :P

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Date: 2010-08-08 06:27 pm (UTC)
ext_27141: (Sherlock)
From: [identity profile] telperion-15.livejournal.com
That was some great misdirection there - brilliant stuff! And nicely emotional without being out of character for Sherlock and John :)

Date: 2010-08-08 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thanks! I was a bit worried about how emotional Sherlock ended up in this but you have reassured me!

Date: 2010-08-08 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nightrider101.livejournal.com
Nicely done!

I also thought Sherlock had been shot. Great job with this story. :) I'm a sucker for a good hurt/comfort story.

Date: 2010-08-08 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-08-08 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] accioslash.livejournal.com
I care, you care, that’s it. We’ll work out the rest of it later.

Fabulous! Nicely done.

Hm. Though I'm wondering now why I'm the only one who knew it was John who was shot....
Edited Date: 2010-08-08 06:42 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-08-08 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Hm. Though I'm wondering now why I'm the only one who knew it was John who was shot....

I'm not sure, but well done for spotting it! I'm glad that it reads well like that as well.

Date: 2010-08-08 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silveremile.livejournal.com
I thought...
You made me think...
You tricked me!
Bravo, the story was awesome!

Date: 2010-08-08 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Heee, you're comment made me laugh enough to get a couple of odd looks!

Thank you!

Date: 2010-08-08 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] capt-facepalm.livejournal.com
I really liked the twist once I realised what was going on. A lot of my confusion comes from not seeing the new series yet. October is going to be a long time to wait but "cliché riddled hurt/comfort" is always welcome!


Date: 2010-08-08 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for reading even though you haven't seen the series yet! Having just now seen the last episode I can guarantee that it will be well worth the wait!

Date: 2010-08-08 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lavvyan.livejournal.com
Very nice red herring. Interesting way of storytelling, too, and the ending just made me go awwww.

Date: 2010-08-08 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad it got an awwww!

Date: 2010-08-08 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-faith.livejournal.com
Fantastic misdirection worthy of The Great Detective himself! I was honestly convinced it was Sherlock until the end of the first part, and then I went back and read it all again - and it made so much more sense!

Also, a brilliant conclusion! Thank you.

Date: 2010-08-08 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
I was honestly convinced it was Sherlock until the end of the first part, and then I went back and read it all again

Ha ha! You fell into my cunning trap!

Thanks for reading!

Date: 2010-08-08 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morgan52x.livejournal.com
I'm another one you tricked! :)
Wonderful story, loved Sherlock's confusion over having "feelings", very in character.

Date: 2010-08-08 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

I'm another one you tricked!

Mwahahaha! Another for the list!

Date: 2010-08-08 07:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spacedmonkey.livejournal.com
Truely, utterly, completely wonderful. :)

I did think it was John shot from the beginning, because I like to assume the world is skewed, and then I felt smug. Glorious!

Date: 2010-08-08 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Ha ha! You're comment made me laugh so much!

Thank you so much!

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Date: 2010-08-08 07:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] firiel44.livejournal.com
Oooh, well done! A wonderful bit of misdirection. And poor, confused Sherlock at the end. You have everyone very nicely in character.

Date: 2010-08-08 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you! I do have a soft spot for confused Shelock!

Date: 2010-08-08 08:00 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] doire
Got me too; it's well worth a second read.

I hope tonight's episode inspires you again.

Date: 2010-08-08 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com

I hope tonight's episode inspires you again.

Tonight's episode: gfjhgable... I might have to lie down in the dark and digest it for a while it was just that good!

Date: 2010-08-08 08:19 pm (UTC)
ext_24392: (Bounciphant)
From: [identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com
EXCELLENT TURN AROUND! Skillfully done! Not only that, but awesome ficcery, overall! I really liked this!

Date: 2010-08-08 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-08-08 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ammanalien.livejournal.com
Oh, I was totally taken in!
That was a great read - Thanks!

Date: 2010-08-08 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
I'm glad you liked it and thanks for reading!

Date: 2010-08-08 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nsilverwolf.livejournal.com
Tricky tricky writer but REALLY well done! I look forward to seeing some more...the new Sherlock is making me super intrigued so hopefully it'll make it to my part of the US soon...

Date: 2010-08-08 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you.

hopefully it'll make it to my part of the US soon

I hope so to, it is very, very, good!

Date: 2010-08-08 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elfinessy.livejournal.com
that was brilliant and lovely :)

Date: 2010-08-08 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you :D

Date: 2010-08-08 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] speed-demon77.livejournal.com
You got me too! Excellently played twist there! I can never get enough h/c.

Date: 2010-08-09 10:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Yay! Thank you!

Date: 2010-08-08 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miki-moo.livejournal.com
Awesome, clever and really lovely! I am a happy fangirl, thank you!!!

Date: 2010-08-09 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-08-08 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubicks-cube.livejournal.com
I was picturing the scene in my head as I was reading it and it was all running along nice and vividly until BAM! you tricked me and John and Sherlock had to switch places...

O__0 brilliant!!! had me all upset and everything

mem's :)

Date: 2010-08-09 10:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Fooling people is fun :D

Date: 2010-08-08 11:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] pinigir.livejournal.com
Loved it! At first thought it was Sherlock who had been hurt, but there was a lovely twist. :-)

Date: 2010-08-09 10:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
I'm glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-08-08 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] patchworkwounds.livejournal.com
Ohh that was a fantastic turnaround there. For a moment I was just like 'huh?' and then it clicked. Wonderful!

Date: 2010-08-09 10:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-08-09 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chuckney.livejournal.com
I thought it was Sherlock shot too. Nice switch around, there. The whole thing is lovely and I really enjoyed it. :)

Date: 2010-08-09 11:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you and I'm glad I managed to fool you :P If that makes sense (it helps if I type properly, too!)

Date: 2010-08-09 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alone-dreaming.livejournal.com
:) Excellent. I was reading it and thinking, "Wow, this feels quite ambiguous as to who's injured. It honestly could be any of them except for MAYBE Lestrade" and then my mind did a Sherlock and sat there reasoning it all out. :) Still, it was a bit shocking when John turned out to be the injured one.

Well-done. I love it. :)

Date: 2010-08-09 11:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com
Thank you!

I'm glad it got you thinking... Now I have to reread it and see if I can visualise it with Lestrade being shot!

Date: 2010-08-09 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quantumdoll.livejournal.com
This is just beautiful. Poor Sherlock, being so frustrated at having feelings for someone. Nice twist as well ;)

Date: 2010-08-09 11:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vomit-bunny.livejournal.com

Poor Sherlock ...emotions are hard!
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