Thunder

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What if John is afraid of thunder? Because it's remaind him about war? Idk if this how it work but let pretend it is.

I was sitting in my armchair listening to sound of rain. It was relaxing and always calmed me down. Sherlock was doing some experiment in kitchen and I could heared how exaited he was. He mutters to himself, and sometimes squek from Joy. He would never admit it but when he is exaited and forget himself he squek like squirrel. It's cute as hell and I can't deny it.

I was happy, everything was alright. Nice sounds, Sherlock was near, I was in home. Pure happines. And then of corse something needed to screw up. And of corse nice Rain turned into thunderstorm that I hate. I hate lightings, and Thunder and storms. Reason is one: I'm afraid of them. I don't like show when I'm afraid but thunderstorms is on the whole new level of scary. I know it can't harm me when I'm in home with Sherlock, but I'm still afraid and I can't help it. I hate this feeling, and I definitely don't want Sherlock to know I'm afraid of something that usual like Storm.

I decided to go to my room and maybe just wait this would go away.

Yeah, that's preety good plan.

I stand up shaking a little and I told Sherlock that I'm going to sleep. Obviously lie, my voice was almost cracking and I hoped Sherlock was too busy to catch this.

I went to my room, closed door and curled on bed covering ears.

"I can't hear you so I don't fear you" I started to humming, just  to drown out the Thunder.

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I was doing  interesting experiment (eyeballs, flame and microvave was involed), when John say he is going to sleep. Nothing unusual, but he's voice was cracking a little. I froze trying to analyze why he's voice cracked.

Why? Why? Why?

For solid two minutes I couldn't figure it out. Is he afraid? Of what? Did I do something wrong? What I did wrong? Or maybe it's not me? But what else?

He was in our living room listening to Rain and... Lighting flashed. Of corse! Thunderstorm! He must be afraid of Thunder! I was so happy I figure it out that I kind of forgot why I even tried to figure it out.

John need my help. Now.

I leave my experiment (relucaltny, but there's thing important and more important), and went under his door. I almost knocked and the I realize I don't know how to comfort pepole. I'm teribble at it. Always John do this. But know he can't, he need help. I decided to do my best and hope result will be positive.

I open door the quietest way I could, hoping I won't scared John more.

I walked in, and seen something I didn't expected (Well, it wasn't unexpected, just suprising). My Doctor, who is strong, who is tough curled on bed crying and muttering something. He lay so his ears were covered and he  seems so delicate and fragile.

I admit - I, didn't know what I, should do.  I admit - I'm crap in comforting pepole. Especially pepole that I really care about.

I sat next to him and do ✨pat pat✨ to him. He shivered from my gest and I'm still not sure why. He was still so frighten?

"It's okay, Jawn. I'm here" I said in my most comforting voice. I don't think it worked 'cause he didn't change position.

I talk the most comforting frazes I remember from when he was comforting Molly, after another breakup, and Mrs. Hudson when she was sad. I reapeted them in most gentle voice I could do.

It helped a bit but it was too little.
Finally I decided to hug him.
I pulled him close and wrapoed my arms around him. I could feel how he is shaking from crying. We stay like that for couple minutes and he Calm down enough to breath normal.

"I'm pathetic" he whispered and cuddled  his face against my chest.

I was suprised this kind of  affection. I definitely didn't expect this.

"No you're not" I whispered back after few seconds.

We stay like that and enjoyed moment.

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So here we are. My tired brain create this. Probally this is full of mistakes but Well... What we could even expect. It's almost 2 am so....

If you want to know here their not in Relationship... Yet.
Good night I'm going to sleep (ignore media. It have nothing in common. Just Sherly and John as ponies)

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