Sherlock Oneshots

Nightmares

A/N I dunno. I thought it would be cute. Sorry for not posting in a few days. Enjoy.

Sherlock's POV
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Sherlock shot upright in his bed. He was sweaty and breathing rapidly. He just woke up from a nightmare. It was one of the worst he's ever had, and Sherlock has nightmares quite often. He had dreamed about John getting shot... and not making it. He couldn't stop thinking about his light haired friend. He decided to get up and check on him.
Sherlock got out of bed and walked to the room a few doors down. He quietly opened the door, and saw his best friend sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful. All Sherlock wanted was to get in bed with him. Protect him. And that's exactly what he did.
Sherlock tried his best not to wake John up, but failed. He got under the sheets when John's eyes fluttered open.
"Sherlock?"
"Mhm?"
"Wha-"
"Nightmare."
"Oh." John softly grabbed Sherlock and put his arms around him. "We can talk about it in the morning, if you'd like."
"O-Okay" Sherlock returned John's warm embrace. He was completely terrified. He didn't ever want to lose his friend. He started thinking. 'Is this what John felt like when he saw me fall? Oh John I'm sorry.' Sherlock didn't say anything. Instead, he held John closer.
"Stop thinking." John said, tiredly.
"What? How did you kno-"
"I just know. So stop. You need to sleep."
"Okay." But it was not okay. John doesn't know how hard it is to turn off Sherlock's mind. Especially when he is afraid. But Sherlock tried his best to fall asleep, and eventually, he did.

In the morning, he woke up to an empty bed. Sherlock got up immediately in search of the shorter man. He found John in the kitchen, and let out a sigh of relief. He knew he was being silly, but Sherlock couldn't help but worry about him. John was making breakfast and tea. Sherlock walked up to John, and grabbed him around his waist.
"I-I'm sorry about last night." Sherlock whispered into John's left ear. His ears went red afterwards.
"It-it's o-okay." John stuttered. Why was John stuttering? Why were his ears red and his face tinted a light pink? This could only mean one thing. Sherlock wasn't that good with emotions and love but he went with it anyways. He was going to take his chances. He lightly grabbed John's elbow and turned the shorter man to face him.
"John, I l-love you."
"I love you, too."
Sherlock brought his lips down to meet John's. John's lips were smooth, but John soon took control of the kiss. He licked Sherlock's bottom lip asking for an entrance, and Sherlock parted his lips. They broke away gasping for breath. John looked flushed.
"The food will get cold." John said in a timid voice. They sat and ate in silence.