BBC Sherlock imagines

His only fear

Jim had had a bad day. He had had to fire half a dozen of his men because they let Sherlock escape, again! You were sat on the sofa with him watching his favourite horror film when all of a sudden he paused it. "(Y/N)?" He said
"Yes?" You replied slightly annoyed that he paused it on one of your favourite parts.
"You know I love you, right" he said
You frowned but nodded "I know" you replied "I love you too" he pressed play again and you carried on watching. He laid down and placed his head on your chest. It was rare that he showed you affection but it happened. However, him letting you show him affection never happened. So you made the most of this. You started playing with his hair and he gradually relaxes onto you. You felt his breathing slow. Jim rarely slept and hadn't at all for the last three nights so you tried to stay as still as possible and let him sleep. After a few minutes he was softly snoring.
The film had finished but you didn't want to wake him up; so you pressed the standby button with you're foot and lay there, watching him sleep.
Jim suddenly jolted. You thought he had woken up and softly said his name. But he didn't answer. He jolted again and you went to stroke his hair and realised his forehead was beaded with sweat. He must've been having a nightmare. This confused you, you weren't aware of anything Jim was afraid of yet something was haunting his sleep. He began to mumble something but you couldn't make out what. Every few moments he would mumble again, each time a little louder until he he shouted 'NOOO'. This made you jump and obviously it made him jump too because he was now awake. "(Y/N)?" He said panicked. "I'm here" you said rubbing your hand on his shoulder. You wanted to ask what the dream was about but you knew better. You simply sat him up gently and held him tight. You felt him shaking and his head was now dripping with sweat, so you decided to help him up and into your shared bedroom. You sat him down and went to the bathroom to get a wet flannel. You came back and mopped his face. You noticed his eyelids had started to drop again. You told him to get back into bed and took the flannel back to the bathroom. He did as he was told but kept himself awake until you got back. You snuggled into his arm and he whispered into your hair " they hurt you, someone hurt my queen" you smiled as you closed your eyes, knowing that you being hurt was the only thing that scared him.