A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So Moony_The_Wolf523 requested this. Hope you like it! its short, but kinda sweet. TRIGGER WARNING!!! this one talks about sexual assault a bit as well as drug use and suicide attempts. Enjoy<3

John and Sherlock walked up to the crime scene, ignoring the comments Donovan shot at them and ducking under the yellow tape. There wasn't anything horribly interesting about the crime scene, just another dirty alley. This case only fell at about a four, but Sherlock was bored and John was done with his tantrums.

"What have we got?" John asked Greg, placing a hand on Sherlock's back and pushing him forward, forcing him into the scene.

"Young male, eighteen to twenty, signs of overdose and sexual assault. He isn't one of the known Pros in the area and we can't find any evidence of long time drug abuse. Honestly didn't expect you two to come down for this one."

"It's been three weeks, he's going up the damned walls."

"Makes sense. Well, this won't do much for him, but it would be nice to get it off the pile." John nodded and stepped closer to the body, crouching down and beginning his exam.

The kid was young, lanky, and thin. His dark curls were matted against his forehead and John could see vomit on his chin and shirt. Drug overdose, and John knew if he looked under the blanket that was covering his legs, he would find bruises and scrapes.

"Sherlock?" He looked up at the detective, wondering why he was so quiet suddenly. What he saw sent a violent tremor over his body.

There were tears in Sherlock's eyes, and his breathing was shaky and he was trembling. Something was wrong.

"Hey, Sherlock? You alright?" John stood, stepping closer to his friend. He had seen these symptoms before in some of his old army buddies. Sherlock was staring at the body, just hovering on the verge of hyperventilating. "Hey, Sherlock? Look at me." The detective turned his eyes to face John and the doctor instantly reacted.

Sherlock was panicking.

John gripped his arm and pulled him away, apologizing to Lestrade and dragging the detective away from the crowd. He could feel Sherlock trembling under his fingers as he tried to find somewhere private where he could talk the detective down.

He pulled Sherlock into a small café and hurried him into the bathroom, uncaring as to the stares of the customers. He locked the door behind them and propped Sherlock up on the toilet. He knelt before the panicking man, taking his hands in his own and gripping tightly.

"Hey, Sherlock. Sherlock, listen to me Love. I need you to breathe Sherlock." He whispered, pulling his knowledge of how to cope with a panic attack from the back of his mind. "Sherlock, listen to me Sweetheart, I need you to focus. Breathe for me Sherlock, in for four, out for four. Can you do that for me Sweetie?" Sherlock nodded, following along as John walked him through the breathing exercise. Once John was confident the man wasn't going to pass out, he moved his grip from the cold hands to his shoulders, massaging the muscles just hard enough to help Sherlock find his way out of his mind.

"J-John-"

"It's alright Love, I'm right here." Sherlock's eyes came back into focus, catching John's before pulling him in for a tight, almost bruising hug. "Hey, hey it's alright. I'm here Love." John let himself be held, clinging to the still-shaking man.

"I-It was me." Sherlock's voice was soft and broken.

"What?" John pulled back, brushing the tears that had started falling from his eyes off his cheeks.

"That boy. He was me, just twenty years younger and less one irritating older brother." Sherlock looked sadly at John, his eyes telling a story that John never thought he would see.

"Y-You were assaulted after an OD?"

"No, I was assaulted, then I OD'd to try to forget it." John's heart broke and he felt the tears fall from his own eyes. "Uni was a rough time for me. Seeing that kid, it- it just reminded me of that time. I-I don't know what happened I-" John reached up, cupping the pale man's cheeks and pulling him down to press soft kisses over his face and lips.

They had crossed over from friends to lovers a few weeks ago, so touches were still new, but the both needed these touches. Sherlock stilled John's face and caught his lips, deepening the kiss and sighing against him.

"Thank you, John."

"I'm right here Love, and so are you. You survived and you are here with me." Sherlock nodded, kissing John again before standing and pulling his blogger to his feet.

"Let's go home John."