John woke up and his entire body was slightly sore from having passed out due to the emotional toll of the day before. He looked over and saw Sherlock's bed, empty and obviously not slept in since the day before. John furrowed his brow and thought, biting his bottom lip but immediately regretting it as a flash of pain startled him. He suddenly remembered yesterday, James and the incredibly possessive and violent kiss. John looked over the room and realized, sherlock had probably gone over after James.

John stood up and grabbed his jacket, knowing exactly where James had probably taken sherlock. John knew there weren't any lessons today, for some unknown reason.. John didn't really care, so the blonde would have plenty of time to get sherlock. John quickly dressed, pulling on his jacket and quickly moved to the end of the campus and called a cab. He climbed in, gave the address and began anxiously drumming his fingers on his knee, wondering what Sherlock and James were doing right now.

Sherlock•

Sherlock opened his eyes and immediately noted the blindfold. He took in his body's injuries, ropes bound his hands behind his back and he was sitting in a metal chair, the sharp pain in his head from where the butt of the gun had connected with his skull hurt like crazy and there were bruises around his ribs from the tumble he'd had with Moriarty.

He heard the slightly recognizable Irish chuckle, Moriarty.

Sherlock grit his teeth and said, a slight smile tugging at his lips,

"If you want to win John, lets play a game. We attempt to woo John, I mean really woo him. We both understand the logistics of Watson.. we woo him. Whomever he chooses, the other is to back off, no going back on this trade. Deal?" The blindfold was violently ripped from his eyes and James Moriarty was standing before him in a suit, Westwood, Sherlock's mind supplied.

"Deal. But you should know, I will win. John will be MINE." Moriarty bared his teeth and seemed to growl, Sherlock soon did the same. After about a minute of growling at each other, the door to the room was kicked in and there stood, an incredibly angry and incredibly adorable John Watson.

John walked forward with an almost medicated calm and with a simple swish, buried his fist into Moriarty's stomach, effectively knocking the air from his lungs and knocked him to the ground, chuckling darkly as he fell,

"Oh,Oh! Johnny boy, such attitude and such violence! I love it, such musk. March forward solider boy, what's next?" John grit his teeth angrily and kicked Moriarty firmly in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs once more.

Sherlock watched in surprise and shock, watching as John switched into a seemingly solider like persona. Strong and broad shouldered, passive and yet aggressive, Sherlock watched in shocked silence as John quickly made his way over to John, quickly untying the curly haired brunette from the chair he sat in.

John quickly pulled Sherlock to his feet, his voice a deep and low, commanding, almost captain like tone,

"Sherlock, are you alright?" Sherlock remained silent, nodding quickly. John nodded once, made his way over and pulled Moriarty to his feet before hissing,

"Stay the hell away from me James Moriarty, you try to attach my friends again, and I will. Make. You. Pay. Dearly. Do you understand?!" He punctuated the last word with a solid shake of the Irishman's shoulders. Moriarty grinned almost feral like, his grin putting the Cheshire cats grin to shame.

John dropped the Irishman to the ground un-ceremonially, before quickly making his way back to Sherlock-then lead the curly haired brunette from the building. Somewhere along the line, Sherlock must have fallen unconscious from the pain or from the adrenaline, because he soon woke up what felt like several hours later on his bed in the dorm he shared with John Watson.

He groaned deeply, his voice resonating throughout the compact dorm, he lifted his throbbing head from the pillows and shouted, almost instinctively without even fully realizing it,

"JOHN..?!" A slight scuffing noise and John exited the bathroom, a large bruise prominent on his left cheek as he made his way to Sherlock, a wet rag in hand, his voice calming and cool.

"Shh, Sherlock it's ok. I'm right here, everything's ok. Where does it hurt?" Sherlock closed his eyes weakly as he muttered,

"Head.." John cocked his head to the side weakly, a small smile tugging at his lips before he brushed Sherlocks curls from his eyes,

"That's kind of to be expected, you have a minor concussion. Do you remember what happened, how you got the concussion?" Sherlock nodded weakly,

"James.. James Moriarty. Gun.. Head." John nodded and pressed the cool rag to Sherlocks forehead,

"Yes, you were hit upside the head with a gun by one of Moriarty's "men"." Sherlock whined weakly, John sighed and allowed Sherlock to fall unconscious again, as he watched the brunette fall away for the time being, John began to almost instinctively run his hand through Sherlocks never tamed hair, the chaotic curls that cultivated Sherlock beautifully.

John looked down and huffed weakly as he watched his best friend rest, setting his jaw weakly as he let his mind race wildly on how to deal with Moriarty and what to do when Sherlock woke up.

I am soooooo sorry about the gap between chapters for this book, serious writers block for this story and I kind of.. gave up for a bit. I promise, this story will continue. Thank you EVERYONE for the love and support, on this story and the others. MORE TO COME :P