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The tiny click was audible in that dimly lit, cavernous room. Sherlock couldn’t remember the details of the warehouse now, only that it was large, dark and strangely empty. Why it was booby trapped was something he would have to think about later because right now the sharp, bright pain of a needle, pushing through his skin, was taking up most of his mind.
"Jesus Sherlock, why did you do that?" John’s voice was strained as he stitched.
Was he really expecting an answer? Unlikely.
Why? Why had he pressed himself into John on hearing that click. Instinct maybe. He could see it all in his mind’s eye and more, he could feel it. He had turned his back to room, shielding John, grasping his upper arms and pushing him back before the blast had forced them to the floor. The nails had ripped through his coat and into his skin and all he could think was 'not John not John' as they fell.
"All done." John moved around to face him and he was angry.
Sherlock knew every line in that face, every subtle movement.
"You would have done the same."
"Only because I couldn’t bear to lose you… again."
"Exactly."