Save John. John.

It didnt matter that Mary was right behind him. In fact, she wasnt even there to be honest. Everything was tuned out.

Sherlocks mind clicked into overdrive, as he pushed through the crowed screaming.

"John!"

He raced forward, objective obtained in his mind.

Save John.

He pushed through the last wall of people, and stumbled forward, reaching his hands out.

The burning fire didnt matter. His pain didnt matter, because Johns was much worse.

Mary stood behind him.

She did nothing but scream.

Sherlock pulled apart the firey logs.

People watched.

They did nothing.

Sherlock reached inside, almost putting his whole body into the firey depths.

Oh god John.

He found a leg. A waist. A stomach.

He pulled.

Everyone watched.

"She.. sherlock,"

And Sherlock pulled his body out of the fire, and away from it, coat searing with sparks, as he quickly put them out while pulling John out from the fire.

"J-John. John."

"John,"

Johns eyes blurred open, smoke and fire filling his lungs, and he looked up.

He saw Sherlock.

No one else.

Not Mary, or the crowd.

Sherlock.

"John, are you alright!?"

John breathed heavily.

Sherlock blinked back small tears, and grabbed the sides of his coat, and pulled John in. John accepted this, and burried his smoked forehead into Sherlocks chest, and Sherlock began to help John up, John clutching onto Sherlock for support.

John didnt notice Mary.

Sherlock.

Sherlock is safe and warm.

Sherlock.

And they were standing, and Sherlock let the sides of his coat fall back, but John still leaned on Sherlock, placed his forehead on Sherlocks chest, breathing heavily.

"John?" A soft hand grabbed him, and John groaned, glancing to Mary, and she smiled at him.

Not one tear sprang from her eye.

Sherlock.

Warm Sherlock.

And John practically fell onto him, and Sherlock shuffled, helping John stagger his feet as they walked past the crowd, which stared at them in wonder.

Sherlock.

John.

Safe.