Sherlock Oneshots

Thunder and lightning

John pulled the covers up his knuckles white, his breathing heavy, why did it torment him why did this have to happen. Lightning struck again then the thunder making him scream seeing the men he called friends dying slowly to many for only him to save.
Sherlock jolted from his mind palace looking around the room when it clicked, that John was the one who screamed and John had gone up to his room earlier. He stood up fixing the belt on the house coat as he walked up the stairs knocking on the door. "John."
There was nothing in return John was to lost to respond. Sherlock pushed the door open finding it unlocked, he opened it all the way seeing John sat there trembling a sheet wrapped round him, tears staining his face. "John?" He shut the door quietly noticing John hadn't even looked at him his eyes darted about the room, his breathing choppy and uneven.

Sherlock slowly walked over to the bed sitting on the edge, putting a hand onto johns hand the gripped the sheets, that's when his head snapped to see Sherlock. "Sherlock?" He hardly managed to get the word out, before diving into him clinging to the house coat sobbing into it. "What's wrong?" Sherlock was unsure what to do and just staid still, when lightning followed by thunder making John jump and grab Sherlocks house coat nipping his skin.
Sherlock gently put his arms round John trying to calm him. "John what is it?" John curled up in a ball practically on Sherlock's lap. "War." Was all John could mumble out, but was enough for Sherlock, no more questions for tonight.
"Come on let's get the curtains closed." He tried getting up only to be clutched at by John. "It's alright." He had John hardly standing lent into his chest as he pulled the curtains over. Before pulling him back into bed, trying to get him off him, only to be scared by more thunder. "Hay it's ok." He kept reassuring him, and had to sit there in Johns bed with John basically on his lap crying into his chest.

It was a long night, the weather only calming about 5 in the morning, leaving Sherlock with a scared tiered John who was out of sorts, clung to his house coat trembling, the quilt pulled round him. Sherlock ran fingers threw John's hair to calm the poor man. "Your safe here." He let John get to sleep cuddled to Sherlocks bare chest as of the now lose house coat. Sherlock stayed there finding it rather comfy drifting off in his own world.