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Sherlock Holmes

I immediately sat up in my bed and screamed as loud as I could. I kept screaming and screaming while tears ran down my cheeks. I put my own arms around me as self-defence although I was alone in my room. The sight of Magnussen didn't leave my eyes when my screaming turned into ugly sobbing. In despair, I placed my fingers at my temples, trying hard to think of something else than this crazy man that had haunted me for a while now. Oh, what a creep! 

The door opened wide and I looked up to see a concerned Sherlock standing at the door of my bedroom in his pyjamas and a blue dressing gown on. 'Are you alright?' Sherlock asked me. I looked at him and nodded but more tears came running down my face that showed that I had lied. Sherlock sighted and closed the door behind him. 'Did you have a bad dream again?' He asked and I answered with a nod. 'Bad dream, nothing of importance. Please, Sherlock, go back to sleep, I'll be fine.' I said, shaking heavily from fear. 'Are you sure?' He asked and I looked at him and forced a smile. 'Yes, I'm sure. Goodnight, Sherlock. Sorry for waking you... again.' I said with the fake smile still on my face. Sherlock tried to read me but I looked away and covered myself with the covers so he couldn't see me shaking and deduce that I definitely was far from fine. 'Goodnight, then.' He said still hesitating and placed his hand on the handle of the door. 

Now I hesitated too. I knew that I'll probably have another nightmare if Sherlock left, talking with someone helped a lot, but I couldn't keep him out of his sleep for me. He was about to open the door when I suddenly spoke. 'Wait!' I said. Sherlock did not turn. 'Can you stay with me? I mean, i-if you want to stay t-then that would be...' I stopped myself. I didn't know if he really wanted to stay with me, if he really cared this much for me to stay all night and try to make me stop shaking. He never really showed much emotion and I could never read his face properly. He just stood there with his right hand still on the handle when his head turned to face me with the well-known beautiful, yet still unreadable look in his eyes but I thought it was curiosity. 'Do you want me to stay?' He asked and I saw a small, almost unnoticeable grin appearing on his face when I nodded. Slowly, Sherlock's hand left the handle, he turned and walked towards the bed with clear signs of confusion, so clear that even Anderson could have seen it. He hung his dressing gown over my chair and sat down next to me, the thick covers now covering both my and his legs. 

He looked at me and cleared his throat as if he was going to say something terribly difficult. Since he never showed much emotion I was pleasantly surprised to see that his eyes were filled with truth when he spoke again. '(y/n), although I never actually said anything, I really do care about you and hate it to see you so broken, so helpless and afraid. And euh... how am I supposed to say this? Do you understand?' I shook my head and smiled a bit seeing the effort he was making. He then started to say a lot of words I didn't understand so I stopped him. 'In my language, please.' I said. He sighted. 'What I meant to say is: you must know that you don't have to be afraid, I'm here for you.' 

I was even more surprised when he pulled one arm around my shoulders making them stop shaking a bit and pushed me gently against him. 'Everything will be okay.' He said and I truly believed him. Sherlock started to sing softly in my ear. I closed my eyes and did not see Magnussen anymore, there was no place for creepy, gross 'businessmen' like him, there was only place for Sherlock and his wonderful voice filling the air. 

'Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around. Nothing's gonna harm you, no dear, not while I'm around. Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays. I'll send 'em howling, I don't care, I got ways. No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare. Others can desert you, not to worry, whistle, I'll be there. Demons will charm you with a smile, for a while, but in time... Nothing can harm you, not while I'm around. ' He almost whispered the ending of the song. I felt the fear slip away with every note he sang and calmed down while listening and taking deep breaths. When the song was over, I opened my eyes after I felt soft lips pressing against my forehead. 'I'm here.' He repeated. Then he pushed against my shoulders making me lie down next to him. With Sherlock's arms still protectively around me I knew I was safe.