Fluff & Stuff

Night (Str/Sn)uggles

"SHERLOCK!"

Sherlock's eyes snapped open, searching the room around her quickly. She sat up as fast as one could but not get dizzy and climbed out of the bed. She hurried into the other room, John already sitting up on the bed. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wide with fear and beads of sweat rolling down his body. His head snapped in her direction, a panicked looked etched into his features.

"Sherlock." He choked out, his breathing becoming more ragged. Sherlock immediately sat next to him, wrapping her arms around him and gently shushing him.

"You're okay. You're okay. Everything is okay." Sherlock said softly, John burying his head in her chest and wrapping his arms around her weakly. His breathing was erratic and Sherlock knew what she had to do to fix that.

"Hey Jude
Don't make it bad
Take a sad song
And make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.

Hey Jude
Don't be afraid
You were made to
Go out and get her
The minute you let her into your heart
Is when you can start
To make it better" Sherlock sang, John's breaths evening against her chest and his heart beat returning to normal.

Sherlock didn't like to sing to anyone but herself, but then John came into her life. He made her feel better about herself and more confident. And he knew it. He saw the ease he had brought her within her change of demeanors and behavior amongst other human beings. She was less rude than before and her drug habits were close to gone.

She used to be the heartless machine everybody seemed to hate and despise, not enjoying her company in the least. Yet, here she was, cradling John close to her as she sang him to sleep.

"Thank you, Sher." John sighed, pulling away from her. "Your voice is brilliant." He said before giving her a peck on the lips.

"You always say that." Sherlock said, flashing John a small smile.

"The truth can never be hidden, my dear." John placed a kiss on her forehead, before leaning back into the bed. Sherlock began to stand but was stopped by a firm grip on her arm. She turned her head to him and a small grin spread across her face.

"Okay." Sherlock said simply, answering the unasked question.

"Okay?" John asked Sherlock, pulling her down with him so she was laying on his chest facing him.

"Okay." Sherlock said, a huge smile in place before she leant down and closed the gap between them.