Sherlock woke with a start.
Sherlock blinked.It was dark.
"John?",he asked again, slightly panicking.John.They were chasing after a murderer, He had shot at them and...
"Shhhhhhh.Everything's alright.", came John's voice from beside him.
He looked around, confused. They were on the couch in 221B.
"You had a nightmare.",said John softly.
"You were shot." said Sherlock simply.
John thought he heard Sherlock's voice break slightly at the last word.
"It's all right, Sherlock.We finished the case.The murderer is with Lestrade.We are safe, we fell asleep on the couch while waiting for our food.Wait a moment......are you shaking?"
John took Sherlock's hand in his.
"You are.Is everything alright?"
Suddely John felt a pair of arms wrap around him and Sherlock was hugging him with all he had, shaking, and John could have sworn he heard something similar to a sob from the Detective currently squeezing the life out of him.
"John.JohnJohnJohnJohn.",he said, repeating his name over and over.
John just sat there for a while, a bit shocked by the sudden outburst that seemed so out of character for the man who claimed himself a sociopath.
Then he suddenly remembered why said man was at the moment using him as his personal Teddy and tried to calm him.
"Shhhhhh.I'm here.I'm alive.It's al right.", he said, rubbing the detective's back in slow, soothing circles.
After some time , Sherlock seemed to come back to himself.He stopped shaking and softened his death grip on John.
"I'm sorry-",he started, but was quickly interrupted by John:"-No.You don't have to be sorry.It was a nightmare.A dream.Not real."
"But I put you in danger every time we are on a case.If I lost you.."
"No.Don't even start.It is my own decision.I'm also responsible for what happenes to me.nd by the way, I'm a trained army doctor.I know how to look after myself."
"But you always complain-"
"_Look at me,Sherlock." John took Sherlock by his shoulders, forcing him to look into his eyes."I.want.this.Sherlock.
You came into my life and made it so much more exciting.I need the adventure.I love my life with you.hell I would miss it if you wouldn't put body parts in the fridge.I love 221B, I love the chaos, the cases.I love..."
he trailed of.
"What do you think you're doing?", he thought to himself.
"-Never mind.", he finished.
Sherlock looked at him for a while , quietly.
"okay.", he said softly and Jawned.
ometimes Sherlock reminded him so much of a little child.
"Let's try to get some more sleep before tomorrow.", he said and stood up to go to his room, knowing that Sherlock would sleep on the sofa anyway.
he turned around to see Sherlock looking at him with puppie-eyes.
"Could you...I mean would it be.....Can you stay with me?Just for tonight?"
Sherlock looked so tiny and lost in this moment , that it actually hurt John to look at him.
"Well I guess it's okay.", he shruged and went to lay besides Sherlock on the sofa again.
After a few minutes he felt an arm snake around his waist and pull him closer to the warm body behind him.
He stiffened, at first but relaxed after a while.It was actualy quite nice to have Sherlock spooning him, he thought.
They lay lke this for about half an hour and John was finally drifting away whae he heard Sherlck's voice again.
"are you stil there?"
This seemed a strange question.
"Of course.", he assured.
there were ten minutes of silence again."John."
John was getting tired.
"Could you...um..sing something, please?"
"Okay", John tought."He's definetley lost his mind."
He let out a small chuckle and began to sing:
"Rock a bye ,baby,In the tree top.."
-"what am I doing? this is insane!"-
"when the wind blows, the cradle will rock..."
He continued singing after ten more minutes he felt Sherlock relax and heard his breathing become more even and after another five minutes he was fast asleep.John looked down.
Sherlock's full lips were slightly parted and he was drooling a bit.He looked oddly peaceful when he slept.
John lay there like that, just watching his strange flatmate sleep fora while, until he felt his own lids grow heavy and he slowly drifted to sleep too...
The next morning John woke up to find himself tucked away in his own bed.
Did Sherlock bring him up here?Or had he returned to his room after Sherlockhad allen asleep?
He went down and shuffled to the kitchen to find Sherlock,fully back to his old, arrogant self again, sitting at the table fully dressed, reading the newpapers.
He opened the fridge and had to dig his way through severed thumbs and tongues again to reach his jam, but he wouln't want it any other way