"Hey Sherly. Whatcha up to?" Anderson had walked up to Sherlock who was gathering his things from his locker. Anderson was always picking on him. Sherlock never quite understood why Anderson enjoyed beating him up, a quiet student who always turns his papers in on time, and a lover of chemistry. Sherlock had always been good at school, all his work was easy (except astrology) but he had never been the most social person. But now with Anderson towering over him, even though he himself was pretty tall, he wished he had someone to stand up for him. Sherlock quickly deduced how badly he would get it today. Anderson had a big fight with his girlfriend, Sally, and he now planned to take it out on Sherlock. From the expression on Anderson's face it was pretty bad. Re-fractured rib on the left side, dislocated right shoulder, limp for a week, multiple scars and bruises alone his torso, broken nose, possible broken jaw. Those were the injuries that were suggested by Anderson's mental state. Sherlock closed his eyes as Anderson drew back his arm to deliver the first punch.

Sherlock's p.o.v

I felt fire flare through my jaw. Then my ribs. Anderson kicked my legs out from under me. He then proceeded to punch my nose and dislocated my shoulder. What I wasn't counting on was a black eye and a kick in the crotch. Anderson finished by stepping on my left hand, breaking my index, middle and pinky finger. He laughed a bit and teased me before walking off. His two friends then proceeded to hit me, not causing much damage just a few cuts along my skull. After the two large boys left, I limped into the bathroom. No one was there so I let all the tears that I had bottled up escape. I cried while I tried, with no avail, to relocate my shoulder, using my hand with three broken fingers. As I sobbed helplessly. I saw a short figure emerge from the stall behind me my vision was too blurred by tears to see at first but when I could finally see again, I almost died of embarrassment. The boy that stood there looking at me with an expression of horror was none other than the most beautiful student in the entire school, captain of the rugby team, John Watson. I've had a crush on him since I found out he was in my chemistry class. Now he's seeing me wounded and crying. The thought of how I looked now made me start crying again. I watched him slowly approach me. When he got close enough he lightly ran a finger directly under one of the bleeding cuts on my cheek. I instantly recoiled from his touch, making a small hissing sound at the pain.
"Shhhhh. Calm down it's alright." His voice was calm and reassuring. He continued.
"Did you get into a fight?" I shook my head.
"Someone beat you up." I nodded. I don't think I could speak if I tried.
"Was it Anderson?" I nodded again.
"I knew it. My Dad's a doctor. I'm going to take a look at you but I'm going to need to take your shirt off, is that okay?" I nodded once again. He smiled and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. Even though I was in a lot of pain, the sight of his hands undoing my shirt buttons turned me on. He pulled my shirt off, being careful of my broken fingers. He looked at my bare torso in a way that made me feel self conscious.
"I don't know why anyone would want to hurt someone as beautiful as you. You should go shirtless more often." He winked while grabbing the first aid kit and cleaning my cuts. Every time he touched me I felt my cheeks go hot. He seemed to see this.
"I like it when your cheeks turn that color. It makes you look even more hot than you already are." Even though it wasn't really the time, his flirting was distracting me from the searing pain. Every time he dressed one of my wounds he lightly pressed a kiss to the bandage. John continued to clean and dress my cuts. Finally he was finished.
"Now we need to address your major injuries. I'm going to need to take your trousers off, is that okay?" I blushed before nodding. He helped me remove my trousers (luckily they were loose) to better examine my leg. He gently picked me up and sat me on the counter next to the sink. He looked at my leg before deciding what to do.
"You've sprained your ankle pretty badly, I've got a spare brace in my bag in the locker room. I won't be two seconds." John disappeared into the locker room at almost the same second that the door opened. In walked my brother's boyfriend, Lestrade. He saw me sitting on the counter in nothing but my pants and blushed a bit.
"Sorry am I interrupting something?" He seemed almost apologetic. I shook my head. John walked in then, and immediately started attaching the brace to my ankle, taking little notice to the other boy standing there.
"Oh my god, what happened?!" Lestrade screeched, realization setting in.
"He got beaten up pretty bad. Poor thing." John answered pressing kisses all up my leg.
"Come here and hold his waist, I have to relocate his shoulder." Lestrade nodded and held my waist tightly. John then proceeded to relocate my shoulder. It hurt like crazy. I started to cry again, but this time, John wiped away my tears. The two boys helped me into my clothes before each taking one of my arms around their shoulders for support. We made our way to my brother Mycroft's car in silence. We were passing the rugby field when one of the cheerleaders came up to John. I recognized her as Mary Morstan.
"JAAAWWWWWNNNN!" She whined.
"You need to get to the field. The team needs you." John just brushed her off and continued to help me to the car where my brother was waiting.
"OH MY GOD! SHERLOCK?!" That was my brother's reaction when I got into the back seat of his car, followed by John. Lestrade was explaining everything that happened but I wasn't listening. I needed a distraction from the pain. John caught me staring at him, and smiled. He slowly leaned into kiss me, being careful of my broken nose of course. When our lips connected I felt fireworks go off. That was the time I met my husband.

I finished my story quietly. Hamish was already sleeping. I tucked him in and turned out the light before slowly closing the door. I joined my love on the sofa, curling into his side.
"Did you tell Hamish the story of how we met again?" John knew that was my favorite story to tell. It was touching with just the right amount of violence.
"Yes. He likes that one."
"You always tell it wrong."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"How?"
"I specifically remember the cheerleader being called Jeanette. She was rather annoying. I also recall more kisses involved." John reached up to kiss my nose.
"Well I know one things for sure. Despite the severe beating, that was the best day of my life."

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