shellysbees inspired me to take another crack at Sherstrade, so here we go:
Life Preserver – Sherlock calls Lestrade when he needs help. Greg just hopes that’s enough to save him.
teaser below the cut
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” growled Greg, heaving Sherlock to his feet and wrapping an arm around him. At least his car was close by. The young man was half out of his mind, but at least he didn’t fight as he was poured into the passenger seat and buckled in.
He should take him somewhere professional to get sober and clean up. But he didn’t want to do that. Ever since Sherlock had started showing up at his crime scenes, he’d been finding himself more and more intrigued. And when Sherlock had texted him tonight he hadn’t hesitated to come. Looked like he’d been roughed up a bit too, there was a cut on his temple.
They reached his flat and Greg helped him inside and into a chair. He went to make some extra strong coffee and get the first aid kit, pushing the mug into Sherlock’s hands and moving to clean up the cut.
“Ow,” hissed Sherlock, jerking away and suddenly far more awake.
“You’re welcome,” said Greg. “Drink your coffee.”