I wanted to read about them "communicating" in front of the Yarders. I've a feeling that John would gain the name "freak" too.

Awwww! I love these boys so much! Their beautiful friendship is what keeps me going! Wonderful story! And you tell it so well! I. Love. John. Whump. So thanks for that! Also, thanks for not turning this beautiful friendship into slash!

This is a beautiful story and so well written, I loved it! And I loved the ending, so sweet! Thank you :)

Oh, now I'm speecheless..
I love you picture John's and Sherlock's friendship, the difficulties Sherlock has with showing his worries and affections. Very well written!

Oh, this is so good. I love the relationship between them and how hard it is for Sherlock to express what he really wants to. Kudos for Mrs. Hudson getting Sherlock to understand what he needed to say and do, so John would understand where he was coming from.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for this story!

definitely endearing, slight angst there from both of them and perhaps that's why i'm liking your fics so much, as they're always cuddling in there somewhere...:D

sooo sweet... loved it, I love a caring Sherlock. And you put it into the right words. Lovely :-)

Nice story :)

"John, you go in, I've got Randall!" Sherlock shouted at the shorter man, panting between words as he hurried down the dank alleyway.'

Love how you dumb us right in the action, and how much trust Sherlock shows in John in this simple command. :)

'It wasn't long before John found it hard to breathe, hard to concentrate, and his fingers fumbled clumsily on the buttons of his phone. Unfortunately he could no longer make sense of much, and was forced to focus on gasping for breaths. He stumbled to the floor, scraping his palms on the gritty concrete. He was curled in on himself, trying to breathe, trying to ignore the sudden burning sensation in his lungs. He wanted to call out, to cry for help, but the most he could do was let out a choked sob before being pulled into unconsciousness.'

I loved this paragraph and this description of what happens. Its really great and pulls you right into the moment.

"God damn it, John!" he hissed as he shook John's limp shoulder, "You can't do one thing without getting yourself into some kind of…" the detective trailed off as he became aware of the smell in the room, "toxic gas," he muttered, "great."

I love the subtle feeling of concernand axiety you threaded throughout the entire section of Sherlock searching for him :) Was great without being over the top.

"Do you have an off button?" Lestrade snapped, irritated.'

Hahahahahahaha Love it. Fantastic. :) Your Lestrade is great

'The tall, dark-haired man held his hands behind his back as he swiftly made his way around John's cot, examining it as if it were a crime scene. He barely batted an eyelid at the thick oxygen mask that obscured his friend's face, and didn't question any of the various tubes or wires that seemed to jut out from every nook and cranny.'

Very Sherlock in character and stil subltly caring.

'After listening to Sherlock's proclamation, John did the only thing he was accustomed to after hearing his friend brag; he rolled his eyes.
"John Hamish Watson," Sherlock scolded, "did you just roll your eyes at me?"
Then the doctor did it again, sighing in annoyance as he let his eyes roll in another direction.
"You've just recovered from an attack of toxic gas, which I rightfully rescued you from, you've got more wires hanging out of you than the damned IT department, and you're giving me an attitude."

Hahahahahahaha I love the old married couple vibe. Fantastic.

'Instead of answering, Sherlock just brought his attention back to the nurse who was slowly helping his friend onto a wheelchair. It was when John finally sat up in the chair did Sherlock notice how exhausted he looked. He had dark grey circles rimming his eyes, just above his cheeks that were ghostly pale. When John looked at Sherlock, he gave him a familiar warm smile that said not to worry, he was alright.
Almost instinctively, Sherlock shot a fond smile back.'

Wonderful

"I am not defective, John. Honestly you are ridiculously childish. And yes, 'it takes one to know one' I know, very clever, you can see how amused I am." Sherlock grunted as he dumped the remnants of toast in the trash.
When he came back into the sitting room, he settled himself on the coffee table in front of John.
"Now, we need to talk."
John opened his mouth in quiet disbelief.
Are you serious?'

Hahahaha Giggle snort and I love how Sherlock uses his abiltiy to read John without trying to keep them communicating (The stairs was adorable by the way). And the old married couple vibe is continuing to be great

"Shit," was all Sherlock could muster as he ripped off his coat and strode quickly to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
He practically pounded the water onto the coffee table before kneeling by his friend.
"John, listen to me you need to calm down and try to take a deep breath, can you hear me? John?"
The doctor nodded vigorously in between coughs, and eventually slowed down enough to be able to get some water down.'

Good boy Sherlock Taking care of your John.

"I know you don't like this," he said solemnly, "but you're still recovering. Your muscles are weak, and so are your lungs, and I know you know this, but you have to promise not to do anything stupid."
Another glare from the good doctor.
"You know damn well what I mean. You are a stubborn little man, you realize this. And yes, I am enjoying the fact that you can't back sass me. And no, I don't think you'll hit me. Though, just to be safe," he got up from his kneeled position, "goodnight, John, I'll just be in the kitchen, you know what to do if you need me."

Oh wonderful.

'When all of the chaos finally calmed down and both men were reduced to bated breaths, John looked up at Sherlock and mouthed "I'm sorry".
Sherlock just shook his head, "No, I am."'

Fantastic

"I am not worried, that's hardly a word I would use. It's just…he's just so…he's like a damn marionette with the strings cut loose, and I can't—I can't…" Sherlock's raised voice trailed off as Mrs. Hudson suddenly went in to embrace him. He didn't protest, just sighed and breathed deeply. She patted him lightly on the back before inviting him into her flat where they could talk more about what was going on in Sherlock's head. He texted Lestrade saying John still needed him, which wasn't a complete lie, not at all.'

Oh Sherlock (Love Mrs. Hudson).

"You won't ever…have to,"
And then, for perhaps the first time, it was Sherlock who was lost for words.'

Lovely,
Rairakku

Awwww...I loved that! Awesome!

This is really good, well written, realistic for both characters - please update soon!

AWWWW :D This was so good.

You just got me in a very good mood :) Thanks for uploading something new, dear. I'll be waiting for something new :)

- Cherry

I don't even know how to review...I'm too touched! Gah! this was beautiful...

That was excellent - it would be fun to see where this goes as a multi-chapter...