After the Fall, John would have his army nightmares every time he would sleep, but it was slightly different.
He would be in his uniform, on the battlefield, running past bodies, and people being shot and grenades being thrown. He would know where to go every time, twisting and turning through piles of screaming dying people and bloody bodies.
And he would stop, his feet stuck to the ground, unable to move. And time would slow. A bullet would wiz toward him, John would wait, fatalistically as the bullet came to him. He didn't care anymore, he would get to see Sherlock. It didn't matter.
But than, Sherlock jumped in front of him. The bullet hit Sherlock instead of John. Sherlock fell to the ground. His breathing would shallow and his face would pale, his hand twitching and his eyes fluttered shut.
John would cry, and sob, trying to keep Sherlock alive, and he would say one thing, every time.
"It's okay. It's all for you."
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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
