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Sherlock

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You sat on the couch, listening to Sherlock go off about what it was his case was. You were getting pretty bored and on the verge of sleeping. You let out a yawn and Sherlock turned to your sitting spot. "(y/n) please do try to pay attention." He drawled. You rolled your eyes and sat up. "Any how, the murder was obviously the son-" Sherlock was cut off by a loud BOOM and the power going out. "Sherlock."

"(y/n)?"

"What was that?" You ask, even though you knew.

"That, was thunder."

You gulped. You HATED thunder and lightning. It just scared you. It reminded you of how your foster parents used to fight all the time over rather to keep you or not.

A flash, followed by another clap of thunder made you jump and squeak. Sherlock was still looking at you. "(y/n), are you scared of thunder storms?" You looked at your boyfriend like he was stupid. "You are, aren't you?" He grinned. 'Asshole.' You thought savagely. "How did you know." You asked sarcastically. "Well, when ever thunder sounds you yelp and when ever lightening strikes, you jump." Sherlock states like it's the most obvious thing in the entire world. "S-Sherlock..." You trail off, wondering if you should finish that sentence. "I-I'm scared of thunder because it... It reminds me of my foster parents and when they argued. Most of the time it was over me. And sometimes, my foster dad hit my mum and so... thunder storms scare me really bad." You admit. Sherlock looks you over. You were shake and your eyes seemed to have grown about 3 inches bigger and you looks as though you were about to start sobbing. He sighed and crossed over to you, pulling the orange comfort blanket off the back of the chair you were sitting in. He rapped it around you and held you against his chest, giving you a soft, reassuring squeeze when ever you yelped.
"Sherlock, thank you." You whispered. "Anything (y/n), I'm not completely heartless you know." He murmured back. "I know." You agree, feeling rather tired all of a sudden. Maybe it was the adrenal passing or maybe Sherlock's warm embrace. It was a comforting feeling. "(y/n)..." You looked up at the man you loved. "Yes?" "Go to sleep, you deserve a rest."

About an half an hour after the storm ended, John decided to make sure Sherlock hadn't destroyed anything or Mrs Hudson. He hadn't expected to find Sherlock.. snuggling with you. Neither of you were the snuggling type, and besides that, you were asleep. So was Sherlock. John stood there in the living room for awhile, debating what to do. He came to a conclusion. Just a snap a picture and leave you two to figure it out. Besides, who was John Watson to get in the way of true love?

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