~John

We are at Scotland yard. We are talking about a new case. Its something that hits close to me. I write things down. Not paying attention to my surrounding.  I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist. I jumped.

"Jawn," I heard Sherlock whine. 

"Yes," I took a deep breath.

"What's your thoughts on this case?" He asked. 

"Too soon from my opinion Sherlock," I said. Sherlock huffed and pulled me closer. I don't know what to do but I feel safe at the moment. I really never been held like this since I was a kid. I try not to give into it. 

"Jawn, what's been bothering you," Sherlock whispered.

"Nothing has Sherlock," I said. He sighed. I know he doesn't believe me but I don't want him to know. I heard a big bang and I jumped into Sherlock's arms.

~Sherlock

John jumped right into my arms over a loud bang. I know John was in the army but I never saw him like this. I looked down at him. He was clinging onto me. I held him.

"Jawn," I whispered in his ear. 

"Sh-Sh-Sherlock," He stuttered. 

"Yes," I said softly. I looked up to see Donavan was laughing. I glared at her. This wasn't funny. I picked up Jawn and headed out of Scotland Yard. I hailed a cab. I kept Jawn close. I don't know what to do. I'm thinking of what he has. PTSD is the major thing I could think of but that doesn't sound like at home. 

So yes PTSD and anxiety. Also depression. I could tell he has changed a bit in behavior from when we first met. I wish he could trust me to tell me these things.  I got into the cab holding a scared Jawn. I run my fingers through his hair. I felt him relax some.

"Jawn," I whispered.

"Y-y-yeah," He whispered. 

"It's ok," I said. I felt him nod into my chest. I never want to see him like this. 

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