"John, you have an amazing life. Which you're giving up to date a teenager who belongs to an illegal organization. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" Sherlock sighed.
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John didn't look at Xena. "Then remind me what about my life is worth keeping me from Xena."
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"Not being a criminal? Your job? Your friends?" Sherlock glanced at Xena. She was sitting next to John, her face beet red.
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John was silent for a moment. "What job? I've barely been able to keep a job with you pulling me around everywhere." He pointed out.
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"Well, I guess you won't have to worry about that with your precious little Xena around." Sherlock murmured, staring John down.
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John just stared back. "I'd be with someone who notices when I'm gone."
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Sherlock shrugged. "I'm not bailing you out of prison." He told John, stepping out of the room.
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"I'm not asking you to." John responded. Roxy had stopped at the end of the hall, looking a bit lost.
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Sherlock shrugged and left back to Roxy's side.
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Roxy didn't hear him coming up.
John glanced at Xena.
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Sherlock put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Xena looked up at him, still blushing.
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Roxy jumped, automatically pulling her injured wrist as far from him as she could.
John had a soft blush on his cheeks. "I'm going to assume you know now..."
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Sherlock looked down at her. "Give me your wrist, Roxy." He murmured gently.
Xena wrapped him in a hug, nodding. "I'm glad you think that way."
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Roxy held out her unbandaged wrist.
John smiled as he hugged her back. "You are?"
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Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Your hurt wrist, silly."
Xena nodded, not letting go of him.
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Roxy hesitated before slowly holding it out.
John didn't let go of her.
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Sherlock gently took her wrist. "Roxy, it's broken." He told her.
Xena leaned against him. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
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Roxy watched him quietly. "I guessed that."
John frowned. "For what?"
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"I can help you mend it." Sherlock offered softly. "Before you go back to Shale..."
Xena shrugged. "About what Sherlock said..."
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Roxy looked away. "You don't have to. I'm sure it'll just end up broken again." She murmured.
John looked at her in confusion. "What?"