The Crossovers (Shielded: Book 2)

Chapter 10

Sherlock still wasn't home past midnight. It wasn't until I sat in the kitchen with a book that I finally heard the door open. Sherlock walked in and saw me sitting.

"I knew you'd be awake." He said.

Sherlock walked into his bedroom, and I went in a minute later. I walked in on him smelling the bed.

"Are you sniffing the bed?" I asked, standing in the doorway.

"Yeah..." he said, taking another whiff of the bed. "My bedsheets smell like you..." he said.

"Like me?" I asked.

"Yeah, your scent is everywhere." He said, straightening up and looking at me. "You know, like a mix of vanilla and cinnamon, but mostly vanilla." He said, Waving his hand to get a better smell. "Have you been sleeping here?" He asked.

"Yeah... the babies are in here... I didn't think you'd mind." I said, looking down at the cribs.

"I don't." He said quickly.

"Alright, goodnight." I said, turning, and walking out.

"Wait." He called after me. I stopped in the doorway, and turned to face him. "You should sleep here." He said. He walked to me, and just looked down at me.

"Tonight?" I asked. I was still looking down, but I shifted my gaze to my feet. I saw his feet close in front of mine.

Sherlock lifted my head up. I looked at him, wide eyed and mystified. "Every night." He said.

"Are you sure?" I asked. I started to turn my head to the right to look away, but he stopped me.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked. His eyes glowed in the soft light.

"You've always been so private about your room. I've only slept in here a few time..." I said, wanting to look away, but not being able to stop staring into his bewitching blue eyes.

"I'm ready to share." He said.

Sherlock walked to his bed. He laid down, and faced away from the door. I climbed into bed after him, getting really close to him. He turned over to look at me.

"I like being close to you." He said. I smiled at him. He closed his eyes, and so did I.

I felt like I had been sleeping for days, but I hadn't slept long at all. It was only 2 am. I woke up to the sound of Sherlock's voice.

"May, wake up." He said. I felt a nudge on my shoulder then heard Sherlock shout, "May!".

I sat up quickly, knocking Sherlock off balance, causing him to fall onto his back at the foot of the bed. He was coughing intensely.

"Sherlock!" I yelled. I clambered over to him. He had red strangulation marks around his neck like a rope was recently pulled around his neck. "Did I do this to you?" I asked.

"Yes, you did." He said with a choke. He sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing his neck.

"I'm so sorry." I said, backing away from him slowly.

Sherlock grabbed my arm before I could get too far away, "It's not your fault... you were asleep." He said. His voice was deep like usual, but raspy and strained.

"I could've killed you!" I said. I pulled my hand away from him, and walked out of the room.

"But you didn't. That's what matters." He said, walking out behind me. "May..."

"Let me take look." I said, stopping in the kitchen.

"It's fine." He said.

"It is most certainly not fine." I said, spinning around to face him. "Sit." I said, gesturing to the counter. Sherlock placed his hand on the counter and jumped up. "Open your mouth." I said.