Nightmares
John talks in his sleep.
Most nights it been about how much he loves and adores Sherlock. The said man lays by his side and listen until John wakes up with a smile.
That was Sherlock's favourite thing to do, listen to John.
Everything changed when Sherlock came back from the dead.
John's once peaceful dreams turned into nightmares. He would constantly get for Sherlock to forgive him for letting him down and begged his father to stop hurting him. Sherlock stayed by his side, holding his hand the whole time. Though if the nightmares got to the point where John was thrashing on the bed he would wake him up.
Calming him down had always been harder then waking him up though.
Sherlock was awoken by the sound of John whimpering next to him, a sound so sad to hear. He instantly gripped John's shaking hand tight, as if it would calm him down. "Please! Dad, I-I'm sorry!" John cried, tears all ready roaming down his cheek and into his hair. "I'll be a good boy next time I'm sorry!" He was begging and seeing this broke Sherlock's heart to hear.
"It hurts! Please, dad..."
Sherlock knew that he better wake the ex soldier up now before he hurt himself.
"John, love, come on wake up." He said calmly, voice strong and steady. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." John repeated over and over and said one more thing before he woke up with a sudden hold due to Sherlock shaking him.
"Just kill me!"
John backed into the corner of the bed, and wrapped his arms around his knees, burning his head in his chest. Trembling. Sherlock had never seen John like this and he had no clue what to do.
"Shh, John. It's okay." He said softly and crawled closer to John putting a hand on his shoulder in comfort. John flinched but didn't move away from the touch.
"It's Sherlock. It's okay you're safe." He pulled John into his chest and wrapped his arm protectively as if shielding him from the world.
"Safe?"
John's voice sounded like broken child who had been through way to much. Well, he been through way too much.
"Yes safe. I promise, John."
John stopped shaking and tightly wrapped his arms around Sherlock's mid section, burying his face in his chest. "I'm so Sherlock." John said and Sherlock could hear the tears in his voice
"Why?" The taller man questioned, wondering why John was apologising for something that wasn't his fault. "This is the sixth night in a row that you have been forced to wake me up."
Sherlock shook his head.
"This is not something you have to apologise for, John. You can't control your nightmares." Sherlock said softly as he played down with John in his arms. "Everything will be okay." Sherlock said, rubbing up and down John's back in comfort, causing John to slowly fall back asleep in his arms.
