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Sherlock Holmes (BBC1 version)

Warnings: Slash content in later pages (non explicit)

Relationship: First time JW/SH

It was a moment, a slow deliberate turn made to look directly at the man behind him. Noting the stain on his jacket, blood most likely, nicotine stains against his left index finger, so smoker, and by the looks of the condition of his hands from an unfiltered middle eastern brand judging from the faint aroma. His blond hair was short, too close to the head and tiny burn marks at the temple indicate it was a quick job; the tan line very subtly masked by the crew-cut didn't extend into the exposed skin. Intellectually he knew all of this at a glance, heard the sirens wail behind him, the strobing blue light from the police vehicles and the welcome all be it strident tone of Lestrade from within the ruined building.

What he didn't understand until he fell forward into the waiting arms of the paramedic was the reason. Moriarty was dead, he'd seen the body, the wall had smashed into the prone figure as if he were nothing but paper, and that should have been the end of it. Sherlock frowned.

But fire burned through his veins and he knew that feeling well, understood the drug that had taken hold as the seemingly affable man in a Paramedics vest caught him easily under the arms. Sluggishly his mind provided that he was strong, the grip was firm and used to lifting heavy weights, but not corded and thick from body building, more likely a labourer, the musculature wrong for a paramedic. The fine sanding of brick dust could have come from the explosion in the pool, but then it was the wrong colour and the smile, it burned just a little too brightly as the man's breath whispered across his face. Laced heavily with nicotine and rotting teeth, Sherlock heaved against the stench but was lost as he was helped onto a stretcher and securely strapped down. All the while he struggled against the hands that held him down, against the drug that robbed him of his voice and he frowned again, squinting trying to focus, aware that the IV line was put in the wrong way as the pain burned into his body along with more than just the saline and the drug was topped up. The back doors closed and oblivion took him down into her gentle caress, his last vision was of John at the back of the ambulance screaming his name.