Just Flatmates {Johnlock Oneshots}

Sherlock's Nightmare

It had been two weeks since John began sleeping in Sherlock's bed. Since then, they've come close to death... twice. Being the world's greatest detective has its dangers. And having a companion makes you vulnerable, especially when that companion is someone you've fallen in love with.
Although they have been sleeping in the same bed, the two of them haven't had sex. They haven't even been close to it. One was always too "shy" to make a move on the other.
So far, John hasn't had one nightmare since they started sleeping in the same bed. Unfortunately, Sherlock has. Most of the time he can control his nightmares. He's aware he's dreaming and stops whatever is happening.
     Tonight, though, is different.

Sherlock was running. As he normally is when he's on a case. John was trailing behind him. He tried grabbing John's hand, but he was too far away. He wasn't very far, but just far enough to be out of reach. They were running down a street in London. The person chasing them was firing a pistol. Luckily, whoever they were, they were a terrible shot. Sherlock spotted an alleyway and made a sharp turn to dodge their chaser's bullets. As Sherlock began to slow down in the alleyway, assuming John would catch up since he was close by. After another gunshot...
     THUD
     Sherlock heard groaning coming from behind him. He quickly turned. As soon as he saw who had fallen, his heart sank to his stomach. His knees wobbled under him. Sherlock lost his balance and fell to his knees beside John's side.
     There was a wound in the centre of his chest. The bullet had entered through his back and exited out the front. For being such a bad shot, their chaser was extremely lucky to make that shot. Sherlock heard the shooter run off, away from them.
     Tears rolled down John's cheeks as his eyes darted up to meet Sherlock's. A look of horror spread across his face as John struggled to speak.
     'Sh-Sherlock...' he whispered.
     'It's alright,' Sherlock panicked. He tried not to show his terror. 'Look at me, John. Everything's going to be okay!' Sherlock's voice cracked. His hands shook as he took off his scarf to try and cover John's wound. His vision became blurry from tears.
     'I... Sherlock,' John breathed shallowly. 'I...'
     Silence.
     'John?'
     No reply.
     Sherlock let his body fall forward over John's corpse. As he cried, he felt something softly shaking his shoulder.

Sherlock was awoken by the man who had died in his dream. John's fingers caressed Sherlock's cheek, wiping away a tear.
     'John,' Sherlock's breathing was fast, but slowing down.
     'I'm here,' John whispered. He kissed Sherlock to comfort him. He kept his hand on Sherlock's cheek.
     'I'm sorry,' Sherlock apologised. He sniffed.
     John shook his head and kissed Sherlock again.
     Sherlock wrapped his arms around John, pulling his body close. 'I love you.'
     'Hey,' John softly giggled. 'Hey, it's alright. Do you want to talk about it?'
     Sherlock loosened his grip (but didn't let go) so he could speak to John. 'There isn't really much to talk about,' Sherlock said. 'You were shot. And killed.'
     'But I'm right here, see?' John smiled. He sat up so he could pull off his shirt (and Sherlock had to let go of him). 'See this?' John pointed to the sun-shaped scar on his shoulder. 'It won't happen again. I promise I won't let it happen.'
     'I won't let it happen either,' Sherlock said.
     John kissed Sherlock's cheek. 'I bloody love you.'
     'I love you too,' Sherlock replied, wrapping his arms around John again. He pulled John close to him and landed a kiss on his lips. John reached up and cupped Sherlock's face with both hands. Sherlock kept his arms around John's waist. 'I'm not letting go of you.'
     'Never?' John laughed, kissing Sherlock again.
     Sherlock pressed his nose against John's. 'Never.'