Fluff & Stuff

Night Terrors

Sherlock gripped the blanket tightly, tossing and turning in her sleep. She felt around the bed blindly, trying to find the only one that could possibly comfort her.

"John!" Sherlock shrieked out, watching as a plane's engine failed, exploded and then slowly plummeted down to earth.

Sherlock whimpered in her sleep, her knuckles turning white with pressure. She kicked out her legs, running in her dream.

Sherlock ran towards the falling plane, already knowing where it was going to fall due to the direction and closeness to the ground.

Sherlock let out a strangled cry, tears already streaming down her face. One person was on that plane that meant something to her. And it broke her heart.

The plane collided with the earth, dismantling itself and pieces flying in different directions. Sherlock shielded her face, ignoring the heat of the explosion that occurred in the engine. She quickly pulled open the somehow still firm door and began to pull out people, her instincts kicking in as she helped them out.

Sherlock let out a cough, her hand twitching in her sleep.

Sherlock waved her hand in front of her, trying to blow away the smoke from her. The rest of the passengers piled out, some bumping into Sherlock accidentally because of the rush.

"John." Sherlock said out loud subconsciously, as if reminding herself. Her head lolled to the side, sweat beginning to form on her brow.

Sherlock hurried in the plane and ran towards John's assigned seat number. 122.

Sherlock's breath hitched in her throat, her body turning stiff and her skin paling.

She was met with the sight of John Watson sitting in his seat, his head limp and lolled to the side with a trickle of blood rolling down his bottom lip. The window was cracked ever so slightly and had a small stain of blood, Sherlock instantly noticing John's temple bleeding to match.

Sherlock's hand reached out desperately, feeling around the bed as she did before, her whole body now drenched in cold sweat. Her blankets had all but stayed protecting her from the cold, her brisk movements moving them farther away from her body.

Her hand gripped John's shoulder, shaking it desperately as she shouted his name over and over again. She placed two fingers on his neck and found a pulse, sighing in momentary relief.

John entered the bedroom again, yawning quietly as he passed the doorframe. He stopped in his tracks, noticing Sherlock's distress.

"John." Sherlock muttered in her sleep, her eyebrows knitting in concern.

"John! Wake up! John! Wake! Up!" Sherlock screamed, shaking his shoulder with slight force in attempt to not ingure him further.

"Touching." A sleek Irish accent spoke from behind her, making her freeze.

John sat next to Sherlock, gently shaking her shoulder.

She turned to the consulting criminal, wide eyes and a tense jaw. "It didn't have to end this way." He said, aiming his revolver at a very vulnerable Sherlock's head. He changed his mind and aimed at Sherlock's leg, pulling the trigger effortlessly.

Sherlock twitched and gasped in her sleep, making John grow more concerned of what she was dreaming.

Sherlock fell to the floor, clutching her wound with both hands. He then aimed his gun at John, smirking evilly at Sherlock's incapacitated form.

"NO!" Sherlock's scream pierced through the whole plane before the inevitable happened. He pulled the damned trigger.

Sherlock woke up with a jolt and bursted into a fit of sobs, letting John pull her towards him and position her in his lap, rocking them back and forth as he shushed her and ran his fingers through her hair comfortingly.

"It's okay. Everything's okay." John assured her, getting slightly teary eyed because of his girlfriend's uncontrollable sobs.

"I love you so so much." Sherlock sobbed against his shirt, her arms wrapped around him so he couldn't slip away from her like in her nightmare.

"I know. I love you too." John replied, his arms wrapped around her protectively.

"And John?" Sherlock had said after she calmed down enough to speak correctly.

John sniffed, his chin resting on Sherlock's head. "Yes?"

"Please don't ever get on a plane."