No more nightmares.

A woman's moan broke the silence of the night.

John Watson woke up from his nightmares. He still dreamt about that moment, when Sherlock had fallen off the hospital and that fucking bike had hit him. Those few seconds that could have saved a life... But John didn't know that those same moments could have put a stop to three.

Suddenly he sat up: the moan. It wasn't a woman's, it was THE woman's. Irene Adler's voice, and that could only mean a thing, a ringtone, or, better, a person.

He threw the blankets away and opened the door of his room, but then stopped: what if he had dreamt about it? "Go back to sleep, John." his inner voice told him, but then again, the moan, followed by a muttered: -Fuck it!-. John's fingers searched in the dark for the switch and a slight smile began to form on his face.

The electric light dazzled the two men. They stared in each other's eyes for a moment and then started to laugh.

- I'm so glad to see you, Sherlock. You did that miracle, then.- John whispered, his eyes filled with tears.

- I assume so. Sorry I interrupted your dreams, I just wanted to see the house. I... missed... it.

- Oh, never mind. I was having nightmares. And then, you're here, with me. I wouldn't wish for more.

- That sounds like a stream of consciousness. I'm relieved you are not angry anyway.

- Oh! I-I meant that you know, in-in this moment... you are my only friend... So! You missed the house uh? And you were the one who hasn't got a heart!-. John was really nervous, his tongue was saying all the truth about his feelings without him controlling it. And clearly his friend, as a perfect consulting detective, couldn't help but noticing that.

- You're obviously embarrassed. I know what you mean, John. You can't deny what you feel, you taught me and I experimented our impotence in front of our hearts during all this time I have been far from here... From you, John.

Were those tears in Sherlock's eyes? Those sparkling drops in his ice blue piercing eyes?

John and Sherlock hugged and talked about Sherlock's fake death all night long, the detective revealing all the secrets to his favourite doctor. John got moved over and over, but finally he smiled and leaned to kiss his brand new lover. When their smiles touched John felt in heaven and knew Sherlock had arrived at the right time.

Holding hands, they headed to the bedroom, laid down and, before falling asleep, Sherlock asked: - What do we need now?-. John had a ready answer: - A murder, Sherlock. You should know it, you always repeat you're married to your job!-. The detective smiled: - It's true. But you are part of my job now. Goodnight, John.- he simply murmured. And with a little smirk John began to dream again.

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Hi guys! :)

This is my first complete and published fan fiction so I am a bit nervous about it!

Sorry for the grammar mistakes, I am Italian ;)

I hope you like it, comment, vote and feel free to correct my mistakes so that I can improve my English!

~ Harry :) xx

P.S.: I got my inspiration from Tumblr for some parts (Irene's ringtone and the last paragraph). God bless Tumblr ;)