A bit of bamf/dark john pwp with a touch of fluff at the end.
Depth of Devotion – Sherlock belongs to John. No one touches a hair on his head.
teaser below the cut
Sherlock was always a bit faster than John thanks to longer legs. He darted into the alley after the suspect, leaving John turning the corner just as a shot rang out.
Sherlock was down. John’s world stopped as the man took aim at the prone figure. Without thought he hurled himself forward, shoving the gun to the side seconds before it went off. There was the crack of broken bone.
Next thing John knew, Lestrade had both arms around him, hauling him back. “John. John.” The man was on the ground, not moving, maybe not breathing. He twisted out of Lestrade’s arms and turned toward Sherlock. The detective was sitting up, watching wide-eyed while one of the police tended a superficial wound on his arm.
Blinking, Sherlock looked up at him. “I’m fine. Mostly missed.”
“He was going to shoot you again,” growled John.
“Yes. The bullet is imbedded into the bricks.”
Lestrade looked between the two. “Looks like self-defense to me. But I would suggest you both go home.”