John woke up to yelling and frantic shaking. He groaned and turned his head to look at the person who was doing so. Dark and what seemed to be panicked eyes looked into his. The eyes were familiar, yet he couldn't tell whose they belonged to. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't realize that the man was talking to him.

"Are you okay dear? We need to leave, quickly. I'll explain it better to you later, but you've been missing for 3 days and I've just found you here. You might be drugged, I'm not sure. I-I don't know know took you, but I did see that curly-haired man run earlier." The man spoke in a rushed and quivering voice.

Before he could speak, the stranger pulled out a bottle of white pills from his pocket, and handed them to John.

"I don't know if you remember me, you haven't taken your medication in a while. Take two of those and you'll feel better. Hurry, before he comes back."

John took out the pills and hesitantly put them in his mouth, and almost instantly felt a rush of energy surge through him. He could vaguely remember things, the curly haired man being the most memorable (he wasn't sure if he was bad or good, but bad was more likely.) and the man in front of him- Jim, his name was, -being second.

Jim grabbed the pills from him, shoved it in his pocket, and helped John up. John staggered, and his rescuer allowed him to lean on him for balance. He limped against Jim as they staggered away from what appeared to be a cell.

Talk about old fashioned, he thought.

Jim talked to him throughout their 'trip,' filling him in on things. He explained how John was his lover, and they'd met a year after he's been in Afghanistan (Which he unfortunately remembered.) He told him that the curly haired man had been following them for a while, but it wasn't until now that he had done something harmful to them. No wonder I remember him so well, that bastard.

As John processed the information he was being fed, he didn't notice the note that had been dropped behind them, marked with a 'JM'.

Jim brought John to a small and cozy flat with one bed, a desk with what looked like scribblings and pictures on them,a hallway which lead to what looked like a bathroom, and a small kitchen.

"This is our home, it's a bit small but that's what you've always preferred."

Jim led John into the bathroom, where he began undressing John.

John inhaled sharply at being touched, he knew it was his lover, but why now? He surely wasn't going to… Before he could continue his thoughts, he realized he was slowly turning a deep shade of red.

Jim looked up at John and chuckled slightly.

"Oh no love, don't worry. I'm just going to wash you off so we can go to bed. We've had a long day."

Slightly blushing, John watch Jim turn on the bath into a steamy but comfortable temperature and help him in.

They sat in silence, John looking down as his hair was shampooed and his head wound cleaned by his…boyfriend? Husband? He wasn't sure.

He cleared his throat, talking for the first time he had woken up. "Do we-, um," John coughed, shocked at the raspy sound coming from his own mouth, and continued. "Do we usually do this?"

Jim smiled. "Not often, but on special occasions, yes."

The two of them were quiet the rest of the bath, the only noise the sloshing of the dirty water inside the tub. After John was given another jumper which fit him perfectly, which was strange since he'd always preferred larger ones, the two of them lie down in bed positioned in a way that Jim's arm was protectively curled around John. John fell asleep long after his assumed lover did, as he was lost in his own thoughts, hoping that everything would go back to normal, however that was, soon.

Of course he would. It's never that easy with him, the madman.

Sherlock had arrived as fast as he could when he stumbled upon a crumpled notebook paper instead of his belonged flat-mate.

"Remember how I told you I could be changeable? Your pet just looked so cute, I had to have some extra playtime. Don't worry, he'll be safe with me. I'll make sure not to make him scream to loud, we wouldn't want that lovely voice to strain would we?

Lots of love,

J.M."

Sherlock had yelled and stomped in frustration, and even thought he knew that wouldn't help anything he somehow felt slightly better afterwards. He shoved the note into his pocket and marched forward, making a decision he knew he would regret.

Okay, don't kill me, I know this is such a short chapter and I know I haven't been updating but I've been super busy, I've been having huge family issues, blah blah blah. I've decided to maybe pull a Hussie and finish the whole story at one time but post it separately. It would take longer, but as soon as I'm finished I'll post regularly (about once a week) and in longer chapters. Leave a review of the story and/or what you think of my plan so i can decide. I'll start working on the next part right after I upload this, and I'll try to keep updating. Thank for reading!

~~FANA

Edit: You guys are lucky today! Originally, this was going to be even shorter, but I found out I hadn't published it yet and decided to add a bit more. Sorry it;s still short, but it's better than 300 words which was planned. Anyways, thanks for reading and don't forget to leave a review!