The Professor NEW CHAPTER!!!

Dream A Little Dream Of Death

"He isn't well, Dr. Watson."

"I can believe that." He paced outside his room, looking through the glass window at the sleeping beauty. It's a good thing he didn't voice it because Sherlock probably would have woken up just to cut off his head for it. "How long has he been like this?"

"Over two weeks, sir. He- we aren't sure exactly how he managed it, but he forced his body to not respond to stimulus and his mind to sleep, but we assume it's going crazy with dreams. Or, perhaps he is awake in his mind, and he is just thinking, sleeping when he must." John laughed, dark and upset. It was frightening.

"Sherlock doesn't sleep by will." He toyed with the pin on his hat, still dressed in uniform as he was rushed to London to see him. He was never going back there, away from him.

"I would like to see him alone. Maybe I can wake him."

"Sir, we really must-"

"Alone." He said sternly, eyes full of a rage which is to be feared by any one man who dare challenge it. They were the eyes of one who has lost too much to be okay with this situation in the slightest sense. He backed off, John entering the white room with a blank stare on his face. He looked lifeless, his body drained of any sign of life. The way he could tell was the way his chest moved up and down and the steady beat of the heart monitor. John took a seat next to his bed, holding his very warm hand. "Sherlock," He whispered coldly, but desperately. "I'm here, it's okay, I'm okay. Please. Wake up. Please." His pleas went unnoticed. He eventually fell asleep against his arm, no dreams surfacing far enough for memory to catch them.

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He awoke to a light tap on his shoulder. "John, it would be most helpful if you would not cut off circulation to my fingers." Came a gravelly voice which John beamed at. Sherlock smiled back weakly. "I heard you, John." Sherlock whispered.

"I need to get a nurse."

"You're a doctor. You can take care of me."

"I would but I don't know what they were doing." He left quickly, retrieving a polite, not French nurse and having her work her 'Medical Magic'.

"I missed you, John."

"I missed you too, Sherlock." John kissed him lightly on his forehead, tasting the salt of his sweat. "And I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Not ever again."

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AN: I noticed you were unhappy Witt he previous ending, so I made an alternate one! Sherlock's deaths and John's death was al a dream he had! Yay! Everyone's happy! :3

This is the end, I swear! :) love you guys, thanks for all do the reads and goodbye! :D