John was having yet another nightmare. Sherlock woke up at the sound of John's yelling.
"No. No. No. Please." John said from upstairs. Sherlock sighed and looked at the clock. It was two in the morning. Sherlock got dressed and went to the living room and got his violin. He placed his bow on the strings and started to play a song.
The noise coming from John's room got quieter. Sherlock kept playing. The notes were soft and had a happy tone to them.
Sherlock played for two hours until John completely stopped yelling.
*The next day*
"Sherlock I barely got any sleep. Could you not play your violin in the middle of the night? You can be so annoying some times." John asked, a bit annoyed.
Sherlock nodded and felt a strange stinging sensation in his eyes.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
