Summary: They both lost the one they loved. But sometimes all you need to heal is someone to listen.
Pairings/Characters: Sherlock/John, 10th Doctor
If someone had told John Watson an hour ago that he'd be patching up a total stranger in his sitting room, a stranger with two hearts and a really odd air about him, he'd have laughed them out of London.
But that's where he was right now. The stranger was laid out on the couch, his beige coat spread out underneath him as John focused on the gashes criss-crossing his leg and torso. John tried not to think about all the times it was a black coat instead. The memories still flashed in his mind.
His patient gasped, and John forcefully focused himself on the present.
"So I can see why you didn't want to visit St. Bart's. They would've kept you more for your two hearts than your injuries." He finished off the stitches he was working on. "What's your name? I hate to say 'hey, you' when my hands are covered in someone's blood.